A Wifey for the Bad Boy(23)

“I’m suggesting that we get takeout and go to a hotel. That might seem presumptuous, but I think we all can agree that this fire between us is only getting hotter. I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Jasmine, in the Biblical sense, since I met you in the museum.” That was only a few short minutes ago, but it was more than enough to raise the flag.

“If we do this, then you both are going to have to know that I’m not the type of girl that just sleeps around. I take my marriage vows very seriously, but both of you are making it very hard to say no. In fact, I am going to say yes and hope to God that I don’t burn for it in Hell.”





Chapter 3

Jasmine stood with Steve and his fingers were now delicately playing her spine like a xylophone. “I hope you don’t think that this was planned. I really didn’t know that we were going to meet you, Jasmine, but I’m glad that we did. Joseph is a bit of a ladies’ man and doesn’t have a shy bone in his body.”

“I can’t say that I haven’t had fantasies about you, Steve. I’ve seen you working in your yard without a shirt and I would be damn blind if I didn’t notice. I’ve never even considered stepping out on my husband, at least not in reality. I did find something interesting the other day and for some reason it didn’t bother me.”

“I’m not sure that I’m going to like what you have to say.” He didn’t want to get into the middle of the domestic dispute, but Jasmine had this effect on him that had him wrapped around her little finger.

“I found lipstick marks on his collar. I know that it’s cliché, but you’d think that after seeing something like that that I would be angry and want to confront him. If he’s getting it someplace else, then I don’t have to put up any kind of pretense. I guess I’m giving myself permission to live a little. I don’t have to feel guilty, because I know that he’s already stepping out on me.” She was saying the words, but she wasn’t sure if she meant them. She really did want to work it out with Brad, but that didn’t seem like that was going to happen anytime soon.

“I’ve got takeout, but I don’t think that I’m hungry for food anymore. There’s a sumptuous feast right in front of me that needs to be devoured. I plan to put my mouth to good use. I’m not bragging when I tell you that I’m very good at eating pussy.” He saw her sway on her feet and it appeared to him that she just heard something very shocking. “I don’t mean to be this abrupt, but it’s not bragging if you can back it up.”

“I think Jasmine deserves a little bit more respect than that, Joseph. I don’t want you to treat her like a piece of meat, because she’s more than that. She’s kind, compassionate and so fucking sexy that it’s hard for me to get up in the morning and not do something to relieve myself.” Steve didn’t mean to say that and it just slipped out in the spur the moment.

They walked back to Joseph’s silver Jaguar and took off. They left this town in their dust. It was decided that they would find some out-of-the-way motel that had no connection to this town. They didn’t want to have Brad get wind of what was going on.

Steve and Jasmine stayed outside, while Joseph got the room and twirled the keys in his hands as they walked in the noonday sun over to room number 69. They all stood and smiled at the implication of that number and then walked in to find a king size bed in the center of the room.

“I think that we should have a couple of drinks to loosen up.” This sounded like a good idea to both Steve and Jasmine. They broke out the bottle of wine that came with dinner and they had a couple of glasses and began to lose their inhibitions.

Joseph, taking the initiative, got up and took off his jacket and placed it gingerly over the chair near the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest, while lying down and patting the surface of the mattress to entice Jasmine to join him.

“I think that you should get a little bit more comfortable and maybe lose that dress.”

Steve helped her to her feet, lightly grazing her shoulders and making her sigh with contentment. He lifted the straps and held his breath as the fabric slid down her body like it was an amusement ride. He loved that underneath this elegant black dress that there was a red bra and panties to match. Steve took her hand and guided her over to the bed. He flicked her bra open with one finger. It fell into his hands and she now felt vulnerable.

She laid down in the middle of the bed with her breasts pointing towards the ceiling. She took a deep breath and reached out for the two prominent packages that were now quite evident slinking down the left side of both of their legs. She touched them and it felt like her lips were parched, making her lick them in an obvious attempt to quench that desire. She moved down on her hands and knees, making them realize what she was up to and moving closer together. She spread both of their legs and engraved her fingers along the length of them.