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Two days after that first meeting with Jasmine, after I had first got a whiff of her, you might say, Jasmine and I were facing each other. Only inches separated us, and Jasmine's piercing brown eyes were locked onto mine as I used both hands to undo the top button on her stone-washed jeans. I had to work at it! Perhaps you have had some personal experience with buttons like the button I am talking about. The top button in that long line of little buttons that ran down the front of Jasmine's jeans was bigger than the others. The little hole into which that top button fit was really tight. That first button is really hard to undo. Once you have that first one open, though, the rest of the buttons are a lot easier. I pulled open all those other little buttons, one by one. I was still using both hands, but I didn't have to work those buttons with my fingers. All I had to do was to spread my hands out and move them down. That opened up Jasmine's jeans, one little button at a time. Slowly (really slowly), I popped those little buttons apart. Button after button popped open. Each "pop" was a new pleasure. I was doing it one by one on purpose. I was just a few inches taller than Jasmine, so she had to look up at me as I did it. Like I say, our eyes were locked, and I was just feeling my way with the buttons.
As you can probably tell, I really liked the way those buttons popped. As they opened up, one pop after another, each one made a little sound. You already know what I liked even more. I could smell Jasmine's dripping cunt as I opened up her pants. That's what I really liked!
"You fucker," she said. "That took you so damn long!" Jasmine didn't only mean how long it had taken me to get her buttons opened. She meant how long it had taken me to make the move, how long it had taken me until I finally put my hands on that little line of buttons and began the process of getting her out of those jeans. Once I had done it, and I had popped all her buttons, I slipped my hands into her silken underwear, to coat my fingers with her potent, intoxicating cunt juice. She was so fucking right. How long had it taken me to get there? How many days between the first time I saw Jasmine and my possession of her sweet, aromatic pussy? I smiled when she said that, about how long it had taken me, and then I wiped my pussy-drenched hands across her face, and mine, too, breathing in the sweet scent of Jasmine.
I smiled because it had only taken me two days to get my hands into Jasmine's pants. From the first time I ever saw Jasmine until the time I finally put my mouth on her exquisite, sweet-smelling pussy, that only took me two days! But I agreed with Jasmine. I completely agreed with what she said. "You're right," I told her. "That took too fucking long!"
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Jasmine is my wife's sister. She is three years older than Jennifer, my wife, so on age, Jasmine and I match out perfectly. We were both born in the same month, in the same year. We are both thirty-one. We match out in other ways, too.
Lust, for instance. We match out on lust.
Jennifer and I had been married for less than a year at the time I am talking about, the time I first met Jasmine. That's not very long. By all the rules governing marriage, I shouldn't have been getting into Jasmine's jeans, then or ever.
As you notice, however, I wasn't paying any attention to those rules, and neither was Jasmine. I was literally dizzy as those buttons slowly popped open under my hands. The smell of Jasmine's bare-shaved little pussy was driving me crazy. My big prick was so fucking hard!
While I am married, and Jasmine is married, too, neither of us were thinking one little bit about that. It was our mutual lust, and not any shred of family solidarity, or any other kind of rule, that was guiding our actions. Once I had full access to Jasmine's jeans, once I had plunged my hands into the wet fountain of her engorged pussy, my hands slipped right around to the back of her jeans, and I grasped Jasmine's perfect ass and pulled it up tight against my aching prick. Jasmine was so fucking right. This had taken way too long!
In realistic terms, as I have explained, "too long" wasn't actually very long at all. Remember, it was only a matter of about two days from the time I first met Jasmine to the time I was popping open all those buttons and plunging myself into the scent of her gushing cunt. It only took me two days from the time I got my first look at Jasmine and inhaled the odor of her musky little love nest, to the time I began my button-popping raid on her pussy.
Even though Jasmine was my wife's sister, I hadn't even met Jasmine until months after Jennifer and I were married. That was just two days before the time I am talking about. That is unusual, of course, but there is a logical explanation.
Jennifer and I were both somewhat inexperienced when we first met. I graduated from Stanford in computer science, with a specialty in game design. I spent most of my college time coding computer programs, not pursuing women. Jennifer was a paralegal, who had only recently gotten into the work world when I first met her. She had been a serious student, who had put herself through school, and then paralegal training, and she hadn't dated all that much. We were definitely not traveling in the same social circles. Here is how we first met. Relatively inexperienced as we both were, we each decided to give Tinder a try.
For me, Jennifer was an immediate swipe to the right as a Tinder selection. Her picture was really hot! That's how she came across on her profile, too. Hot! And Jennifer turned out to be just as hot as advertised. Jennifer and I fucked on our very first date, but though she was hot, and totally ready to fuck, Jennifer was no slut. Jennifer was nice, and sincere, and she was very sweet. I was taken with her immediately. Our first hot fuck, right out of the matchbox, just kind of sealed the deal.
And what did Jennifer see in me? I'm not completely sure, but like I say, we fucked on the first date. Lust must have played a part. Maybe I counted a bit too much on that lust thing with Jennifer. It turned out that the lust thing didn't last all that long.
Anyway, to continue the story, two months after our first Tinder date, Jennifer was pregnant, and she wanted a quick wedding. Jennifer wanted to pretend that she was truly entitled to that traditional white dress, and that she was going to the altar as a virgin. That is definitely what her parents and her friends believed - and what her parents, in particular, wanted to believe. I knew better, but I was happy to play along with this story. I had no doubt that Jennifer was exactly the right woman for me. I liked the whole idea of getting married and becoming a father. My best friend and I had put together a startup, and we had just received our first $50 million in VC funding. I thought it was time to get squared away and get ready to become the next "boy billionaire." A solid home life and a sweet and loyal wife could really help me out!
Like I say, I did take it for granted that once my sweet wife and I were married, the sex that had marked the beginning of the relationship would continue. Fuck, I expected it to increase, to get even better. That turned out to be a significant miscalculation. By the time I am talking about, Jennifer had made it pretty clear that even plain vanilla sex might be a little too much for her, at least most of the time. And definitely no anal!
Of course, the fact that Jennifer was gigantically pregnant probably influenced her attitude, but the kind of lust-driven sex that had been there at the first had completely disappeared. And just to reiterate: No anal. Ever. Forget it! My big hard prick was not ever going to go up her tight little shit chute. NEVER! By the time I met Jasmine, I was feeling deprived.
Because our wedding was arranged on such short notice, Jennifer's sister Jasmine missed it completely. Jasmine and her husband were stationed in Italy, for work, and they could not really fly back to the United States for a one-day wedding celebration. They sent a gift. Six months after the wedding, Jasmine and her husband Stephen were reassigned back to the Bay Area, and that is when I first got to see Jasmine in the flesh. That is when I first caught the scent of her sex.
Jasmine was coming in on a direct flight from Rome, and Jennifer and I picked her up at the San Francisco airport. By that time, Jennifer was eight months pregnant, and Jasmine's husband Stephen wasn't even there. He was getting debriefed by his company in Austin, Texas. Jasmine's husband would show up about a week later, and by that time, something had changed. When he put in an appearance, neither Jasmine nor I decided to clue him in on exactly what that change was!
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Jennifer and Jasmine embraced at the airport, right after Jasmine cleared customs and came through those swinging doors. As they madly hugged each other, Jasmine looked over Jennifer's shoulder and found me watching. That was the first time our eyes locked. A wave of desire swept over me, and as I looked into Jasmine's eyes, I found her looking right back. I couldn't believe what I saw there. It was total, unvarnished lust. A kind of lust that completely matched my own. Sometimes, you know, it does happen like that.
It happened like that with Jasmine.
By the time Jennifer finally stopped hugging Jasmine and officially introduced us, Jasmine and I were already becoming entangled in a web of mutual want. On the drive home from the airport, with me driving, Jennifer insisted that Jasmine take the front passenger seat. Jennifer said she needed more space to spread out, and it was true; her belly was pretty big.
Most of the trip, Jennifer was leaning forward to talk to Jasmine, and Jasmine was turned around, facing the back seat, listening to everything Jennifer had to say about her pregnancy, and her job, and all the latest news, their parents' health, and similar topics. When Jasmine twisted her body around to talk, she put her right hand on my thigh. It wasn't an accident, either. My wife couldn't see what Jasmine was doing, but Jasmine was making me hard, and she knew she was doing it. Jasmine's pussy must also have been leaking like mad, because I was being overwhelmed by the smell of her sex. The smell of her pussy was driving me crazy, along with her hand on my thigh.
Jennifer and I live in a little town on the way to the coast, but nearby San Francisco, one of the nicest places in what everyone now calls the Silicon Valley, though old timers call it "the Peninsula." Jen and I had a four-bedroom home, with one room already prepared for the baby, and with one room where we had a big television screen, a loveseat, some exercise equipment, and a murphy bed. That's where Jasmine and Stephen were going to stay, maybe for several weeks. They were going to stay with us as they looked for their own place. I carried in the suitcases and left them in the room for Jasmine.
As I was doing that chore, my wife was making some iced tea and putting out cookies. Jasmine slipped out of the kitchen and tracked me down in that room I just described, down the hall from where Jennifer was doing her preparations.
"Thank you so much for bringing in all those suitcases," Jasmine said. "I hope we will have some quality time together and can really get to know each other." Jasmine said it loud, so my wife could hear.
"Oh, I am sure we will," I responded. Again, loud enough to be heard in the kitchen.
"Fuck, yes," Jasmine said. "We'd better!" She was not so loud, this time, and she moved right into my personal space to place her hand back on my prick.
"When is Stephen coming?" I asked. That was loud. Plenty loud enough for my wife to hear. "In about a week, I think," said Jasmine. That was loud, too.
"You smell like fucking sex," I said, which she did. She definitely did, and I was definitely not loud.
"Yeah," said Jasmine; "I can't wait." That was loud. That was heard in the kitchen. I was pretty sure that my wife had heard what Jasmine said, and what my wife heard was that Jasmine could hardly wait for her husband to show up. What I got was a different message. There was only that one statement, "I can't wait," but there were two different messages. The message I got, the message meant for me, made my blood-engorged cock tremble; it was aching with desire.
My name is Doug, by the way. I am 5'9," and I keep myself in shape. Jasmine must be 5'5," or maybe 5'4." She is definitely in shape, too. She has brown eyes, and is very slim, but with gorgeous breasts, which were loose enough to move, sensuously, in her red silk top. Somehow, I could smell Jasmine's scent on her breasts, too. Maybe she rubs her pussy juice on her breasts, as she gets dressed for the day. That's what I was thinking. Between the scent that seemed to be just pouring off of her, and the intensity of her stare, I was really entranced.
Of course, Jasmine and I couldn't stay in that guest bedroom forever, having fun sending coded messages to each other. We headed to the kitchen, with Jasmine in the lead, and with me right behind her. The way she was swinging her ass, right in front of me, was so provocative that I almost grabbed her right there. On the way down the hall, though, Jasmine suddenly stopped, and turned to face me in the hallway.
"You liked that in the car, didn't you?" she said.
I didn't really have an opportunity to give her a full and complete answer, to tell Jasmine just how much I had liked it. I could have talked about that topic for quite some time! But we were in the hall; my wife's tea and cookies were waiting, and I knew that my wife would not be denied. She would be coming for us any moment. Still, I leaned into Jasmine, inhaling her aroma, and whispered into her ear.
"You know exactly how much I liked it, Jasmine! And I can't wait, either. You said you can't wait, and just so you know, I can't wait, either. I am fucking crazed for you."
This is when my wife Jennifer walked into the hall and found me whispering into her sister's ear. She suspected nothing, I am sure, but she was curious.
"So what's the big secret?" Jennifer said.
"Well," I explained, thinking on my feet, "I was just telling Jasmine that I hope she won't try to push you too hard. I know you'll want to do everything for Jasmine, show her the sights, all that stuff, and I'm worried that you'll push yourself too hard, and overdo it. You know it's not long till the baby, and I was just asking Jasmine not to ask too much of you."
"I'm not going to overdo it," my wife said.
"Well," Jasmine chimed in, "I might want to overdo it, but I will lay off my sister, Doug; I swear it. If I start wanting to overdo it, it will be you, not Jennifer, who will be put to the test."
"Ok, ok," I said. "I am game. You let Jennifer rest and relax, and I can handle whatever you throw at me."
Everybody laughed! I tried not to laugh too loud.
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Jasmine didn't really know what had come over her when she first saw Doug. Like Jennifer, Jasmine was no slut, but there was just something about Doug that drew her attention immediately. To be honest, Jasmine's husband Stephen was way more focused on his job than on sex, and he hardly ever fucked her anymore. That was undoubtedly part of it. And maybe, subliminally, Jasmine was competitive. Her younger sister had always played the "I am a sweet virgin game" way more than Jasmine could stand; Jasmine had never liked that. And maybe Jasmine wanted a baby, too. Maybe that was part of it. Whatever it was, though, when Jasmine saw Doug, she knew one thing virtually immediately. She wanted his big, hard dick deep inside her dripping little pussy. God, she wanted it so bad! And Jasmine knew, after the car ride, when she put her hand on his prick and felt Doug go rock hard immediately, that Doug would fuck her in a minute. While her sister was talking about their baby, due in just about a month, Jasmine was totally consumed by the idea that she had to fuck Doug, that she and Doug would fuck, that he wanted her, too, just as much as she wanted him. It was all she could think about.
In the car, Jasmine had made it seem like a mistake when she first touched Doug. It wasn't, but she didn't really know how he would react. Fuck, he had only been married for about six months, and had a child on the way. Jasmine did not want to get into some sort of fight with her sister, but Jasmine's pussy had stared moistening up in the airport, before she even shook hands and gave a big hug to her sister's husband. Now, sitting next to him in the car, Jasmine wanted to see if Doug was actually feeling the way Jasmine thought he was. She pretended to lose her balance when the car hit a little bump. Jennifer was oblivious. She heard Doug take a breath. It was kind of a gasp, in fact. She had surprised him! He wasn't expecting that she'd be so forward. Doug didn't look at her, but he spread his legs wider. Jasmine twisted around even more. He was so fucking hard!
God, she loved to stroke his big dick. She was driving him crazy. Jasmine liked that!
After the tea and cookies, Jasmine was legitimately tired, but she was all wound up. She was frantically trying to think of some pretext to be alone with Doug. Jennifer said they'd go out for dinner.
"What about eating in?" Jasmine asked. Jasmine could make the dinner. Jennifer could just relax. "How would that be? Aren't you tired?" Jasmine asked. "Go take a little nap before dinner. I'll do everything."
Doug liked the plan. Jennifer said she wasn't an invalid. Jasmine told her of course not but let me do something. Jennifer resisted. Doug agreed with Jasmine. Jasmine kicked them both out of the kitchen, but Doug came back. But then Jennifer came back, too, and sat at the kitchen bar while Jasmine made fresh pasta. "I learned how in Italy," she told her sister. There was broccoli. The dinner was good.
Jasmine felt her plan had failed. It might have been better to go out to dinner. It did not look like Jasmine was going to shake off her sister. Jasmine kept throwing looks at Doug. He raised his eyebrows. He knew! Still, Jennifer wanted to tell her all about her latest baby news, and about the gender reveal party they had about two months ago. It was going to be a boy. Jennifer was really happy, but Jasmine was really frustrated. Doug let Jasmine know that he knew what she was thinking.
"I think Jennifer is really wired," Doug said to Jasmine. "She is so excited that you're here."
"Me, too," Jasmine said. "I am really excited, too. But I get the picture now, Doug, about why you told me that I need to make sure not to let Jennifer overdo it."
Doug did the dishes, while both the women sat at the kitchen bar. Jasmine was trying not to show how irritated and impatient she was getting. She wanted to get Doug alone. but Jasmine didn't see any way she was going to get to be alone with Doug. She just gave up.
What else could she do? Jennifer wouldn't give her a minute alone, even by herself, much less would Jennifer give her have some time with Doug. Jasmine could tell what Doug was thinking, but he was being really polite. Jasmine knew it was unreasonable to think that Doug could just set his wife aside to be with her, but that's what she wanted.
Jasmine told them both that she was starting to crash. She had to go to bed. Maybe tomorrow she could get together with Doug. "I think I'm getting a headache," Jasmine said. She said goodnight to Jennifer and gave her a kiss. "Thanks so much for picking me up, and for letting us stay with you." Doug had left the room. Jasmine was hoping that Doug would come see her in the middle of the night. She knew she shouldn't hope, but she did. Maybe he would! He certainly wouldn't be fucking Jennifer, that was for sure. Jasmine was positive about that!
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That whole next day was a disaster. Doug was right in the middle of some complicated financing moves for the startup. He wasn't even there when Jasmine woke up. Her pussy ached. She was so upset that Doug was gone. Actually, she had hardly slept at all; she hadn't really gotten to sleep until about 2:00 a.m. Jasmine had lain in bed and rubbed her clit and pinched her nipples. She was so fucking wet. Her pussy was totally slick with her juices. Jasmine thought about Doug going down on her. She thought about getting Doug's big prick all the way down her throat. She had felt it through his pants, in the car. It was big, and it was so fucking hard! She wanted her mouth on it.
Jasmine put her finger in her butt as she got herself off. It wasn't as good as Doug's dick would be, but she came really hard, anyway. God, she wanted his prick inside of her. Jasmine came three times before she finally fell asleep. All night, Jasmine was waiting up for Doug, but he never came. Jennifer was also walking around at night. Jasmine could hear her. She went from room to room. She went in the kitchen. She heard her open the front door and look out. Jasmine was panicked. There was no way Doug could ever get free of Jennifer to come see her. She was trapped. It was going to be torture.
At breakfast, Jennifer was really upbeat. Jasmine tried to be pleasant. Jennifer was so happy to have her here. That's what Jennifer told her. Jasmine pretended to feel the same. She had a sinking feeling about this visit. Fuck, her husband was going to show up, too. That would be in only five or six days. Jasmine couldn't stop thinking about Doug. She knew she should stop.
She couldn't!
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Before they all went to bed, Doug had asked for Jasmine's cell number. He did it right in front of Jennifer, too.
"Hey, Jasmine, give me your cell number, will you? When I am downtown tomorrow, I am going to see if this new Italian restaurant I heard about could fit us in for dinner. I want to read you the menu, to see if you think it would be worth coming into the City for the food. I doubt that this would really be a good idea, since I don't want to put too much strain on Jennifer, and the traffic is always bad, but maybe you and Jennifer would like to try it out. Anyway, it's worth having you take a look at it, to see if it's authentic. It's very pricey, but it's supposed to be fantastic. I have heard about it from my staff. It is literally right across the street from our Headquarters."
After breakfast, Jasmine's hopes were pinned to the outside chance that Doug might call. She fantasized that Doug might call her when Jennifer was taking a nap, or something. That feeling of oppression from last night was still with her. Jasmine loved her sister. Of course, she did. It was great to see her and to be able to have time alone with her, and especially because of the baby. But Jasmine's mind was consumed by thoughts of Doug.
When it came, it was a text, not a call. Thank god she had her message app on silent. Jasmine felt it vibrate in her pants. She and Jennifer were sitting together on the couch. Jennifer was telling Jasmine, yet again, every detail of the ups and downs of her pregnancy.
"Got to go to the bathroom," Jasmine said. She just knew the text was from Doug. It was, too!
"Need my mouth on your pussy."
"YES!!" That was Jasmine's reply.
"Can you tire her out?"
"Trying. REALLY trying!"
"We will make it happen. Somehow we'll make it!"
"Think of a plan," Jasmine urged him. "Got to go back. She will start getting suspicious."
"I'll think of a plan, somehow," Doug's text replied. "Need your pussy. Need to eat you out, so bad!"
When Jasmine got back, Jennifer had turned on some morning show on the television. She hardly seemed to have missed Jasmine. Jasmine said she would be in her room. She wanted to finish unpacking. Jasmine did unpack, too. She found her biggest dildo, shaped like a perfect replica of a huge black cock. She lubed it up. She put it up her ass. Fuck! Jasmine couldn't stop thinking about how much she wanted Doug's prick up there - right up her tight little asshole. That is what she really wanted. Jasmine got under the covers and made herself cum twice. Jennifer didn't even check on her.
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At six o'clock, when Doug should have been home for dinner, he called Jennifer. "Hey," he said. "I am so sorry. This has been a terrible day. Lots of stuff was about to unravel, and I couldn't get away; I'm still busy. Here's my thought; why don't you and Jasmine just go out to dinner at our favorite restaurant in the village? Or, if you are up for it, you and Jasmine could take the train into the City, and we could do that Italian restaurant. I checked. It's supposed to be fantastic!"
Jennifer didn't even ask Jasmine. "We will come to the City," she said.
"Don't overdo it," Doug told her. "Really, I am worried you will get too tired."
"I am fine," Jennifer said. "We will see you soon."
As Doug had thought, and as Doug had hoped, Jennifer was NOT, actually, fine. By the time Jennifer and Jasmine showed up at the restaurant, Jennifer was already wishing she had just stayed home. And, wouldn't you know it, Doug wasn't there to meet them, as he had promised he would be. Jennifer's text was not very nice: "Doug!!! Where are you? We are at the restaurant, but they don't have a table, so we are in the bar. But you aren't here. Where are you!!!"
No response from Doug, but he did show up at the restaurant, almost forty minutes late. By that time, Jennifer and Jasmine had each had two glasses of wine, and Jennifer was royally pissed. Actually, given her pregnancy, Jennifer shouldn't have been drinking at all, but she did, and with her inhibitions down, she wasn't shy about letting Doug know how she felt, either. "Well, fucking hello to you, Doug!" That was Jennifer's greeting. Doug apologized. Jasmine laid low. She didn't want to get in the middle of an argument. All she wanted was to usher Jennifer out of the picture. That was step one.
"I am so sorry," said Doug. "I didn't think you'd be here so quickly."
"Oh, really?" said Jennifer. Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. "When is our reservation?"
"Right now," Doug said.
"Fuck it," was Jennifer's reply. "I hope you and Jasmine will have a swell Italian meal. I have got to get to bed. I am just going to take a Uber home. You are on your own, Doug. I just hope you both really, really, really love all this great Italian food you were raving about!"
And that was the end of Jennifer. At least for that night. Doug went out to the curb and showed how remorseful he was. "Don't go," he said. He hoped he was convincing. In fact, though, Doug was congratulating himself on how his plan had worked. He was already crazed to get back to the restaurant. When he did get back to the bar, he told Jasmine to follow him. "I have our food at my office," he said.
Jasmine smiled!
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Doug's office was right across the street. No one was there - and not because they didn't work almost around the clock, like most start-ups do. Doug had sent them all home early. As he showed Jasmine his big corner suite, with the big leather couch, he asked her, "Should we eat before? Or after?" Doug could smell her cunt. He thought he knew the answer.
He was right.
With the lights in his office turned off, Doug and Jasmine had a nice view of Market Street. They were facing each other, with only inches separating them. Jasmine's piercing brown eyes were locked onto Doug's as he popped all the buttons on her very stylish, stone-washed jeans. "You fucker," Jasmine said. "That took you so damn long!"
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Jasmine's cunt was dripping wet. When Doug wiped her juices all over her face, and then his own, Jasmine reached for Doug's cock. "Fuck, I need it," Jasmine said. "Right out of the box; I had to have it. You, too, right?"
Doug had pulled her jeans and underwear off and had pushed her backwards onto the couch. His mouth was all over her pussy. His tongue was inside her. Doug pulled her the cheeks of her ass apart to get closer to the prize. He licked Jasmine's tight little asshole. He fingered her ass as he sucked her clit. Jasmine was moaning, thrashing around as he made her cum with his mouth.
"Now, fucker. Now! Put it in me!" Jasmine lay on her side on the couch and left wet marks. She pulled down Doug's pants. He had already kicked off his shoes. Doug's cock was so hard! Jasmine loved it! It was so fucking big, too. Jasmine was crazed for him. She reached out, to put him inside her. Fuck! Doug's cock was already super slick. He was so fucking ready. So crazed!
"Put it in me, fucker!!! NOW!" That's what Jasmine told him, and Doug did just that!
Doug's eight-inch prick slid into Jasmine like it was coming home. Doug opened up her blouse while he fucked her pussy, and then he pulled down her bra to get his mouth on her breasts. Doug sucked one of her nipples and twisted the other one. He made Jasmine crazy! "Oh fuck, I want you," Doug said. "Right from the start. Right from when I smelled your dirty little twat from five feet away. Even before you got to me in the car! I never wanted anyone the way I want you."
"Yeah, fucker! Me, too," Jasmine said. After she came a second time, with Doug pounding her slick, wet box, she said, "put it up my butt!"
Doug was so hard, and so wet, that his prick slipped up Jasmine's ass as though he fucked ass every night. "God," he thought. "I need this so bad!" Doug couldn't even believe how great it was to be up Jasmine's back door. He pumped her tight hole while she rubbed her clit, and they both knew they were going to cum together. Rope after rope of Doug's hot white sperm filled Jasmine's ass.
They both collapsed, and Doug said, as he recovered, "Fuck. You smell like sex."
"I know," said Jasmine. "That's my gift to you. Even my husband doesn't get that. You know what ‘anosmia' is?"
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Actually, Doug didn't know that word. But he learned it. He looked it up. Doug had to laugh when he found out. So, her husband couldn't smell her? That might explain something! And Jasmine's dirty sex smell explained something else, too. It explained why Doug went so crazy for her, right from the start. It also explained why Jasmine insisted that she and Stephen buy a house just blocks from where Jennifer and Doug lived. "I'm going to be an aunt," Jasmine told Jennifer. "I am going to be an aunt," Jasmine told her husband. "I want to be close."
What Jasmine told Doug was something else. Something along the lines of, "you'd better plan on fucking me five times a week, Doug. Or more! You know why I made Stephen buy that house, don't you? Fuck, I need your prick so bad! You know I do. You can smell it on me, can't you?"
Oh, yes, he could! "Yeah, I can smell it on you, you fucker! You smell like fucking sex." That is what Doug said every time he fucked Jasmine's sweet, wet, aromatic cunt. That's what he told Jasmine every time he put his rock-hard fuck stick up her hot, tight ass, too.
Five times a week? That turned out to be just about right. Doug's little baby is three years old by now, and he's fucking her still.
Doug's start up is probably going to be sold soon. Lots of money in it for Doug. The money's good, but the sweet scent of Jasmine is all he really wants.
The sweet scent of Jasmine! That's all he really needs!
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