Jasmine’s On the Prowl for A Cuckold Cock Phonesex

Jasmine 1-844-332-2639 ext. 262

I was bored. It is unlike me to be bored, I had managed to escape harsh New York winter and was sitting out by the pool of beautiful resort sipping cool drink, wearing one of my many bikinis that accentuated my slim but curvaceous body to perfection, rubbing sun lotion sensuously into my skin but I was bored. Hours earlier, my husband had gone to meeting he “could not miss”. Going into this marriage I know what type of man Edward was. I know that always his business would come first but I have limits. Maybe it was the fact that we were in the paradise of the Cayman Islands that his choosing business over pleasure stung so much? “Of course,” I said to him. “I’ll be fine.” Not that you bothered to ask, I thought bitterly.

And so it was I went on prowl for another man, a big, strong man,  with big, hard cock, who knows how to fuck. I think vengeful thoughts as I dress and do my maquillage. Yes, I am going to fuck another man tonight, a man with a big hard throbbing cock he knows just how to use. Maybe if you are good boy, husband of mine, I will let you watch. Maybe if you are very good boy, husband dear, I will have my lover blow his load in your face when I am done with him, I think with a sneer.

Wearing a sheer white silky dress that left little to imagination I dined alone and sipped a fine red wine while the establishments lone musician, a piano player added a beautiful ambiance. He looked to be in his early-twenties with hair the colour of auburn, his face, boyish and handsome kept a rather stoic expression as he made his way through wonderful renditions of favourite songs of mine such as “Misty” and “How High The Moon?”

As evening was coming to close and many patrons departing, I made my choice. Yes, this was the boy I was going to fuck tonight. I raised a glass and complimented him.
“You play wonderfully,” I told him, my eyes meeting and holding his, my full lips curling into a smile that was invitation.

Smiling, he bowed his head and said “Thank you, Miss ?”

“Jones,” I replied without hesitation, not wanting to give my real name.

Moments later he took his spot behind the baby grand and throwing  glance my way, he sang lightly as his fingers graced the ivory,

“Have you met Miss Jones? Someone asked as we shook hands. She was just Miss Jones, to me …”

Later that night, we walked along the beach, he and I.

Laying his jacket onto the sand, he motioned for me to have a seat and we continued our delightful conversation on music and art as he without asking took my right foot in his hands and gave my instep a light massage with thumbs. After some time had passed, I looked into his eyes and with out saying a word brought his face towards mine for a kiss. Our lips locked onto one another, my fingers running through his auburn locks, I said to him, “I want you, here, right now.”

He lowered my head onto the sand as our clothes seemed to melt away, and in an instant he was inside me. The wind suddenly picked up and a soft pool of water cascaded at our feet. With a few thrusts of his cock he brought me to orgasm, and then moments later allowed himself to reach climax. Afterwards we lay in each others arms as the sun came up.

And all the while as this scene straight  from pages of romance novel was taking place, I was laughing silently and thinking of how angry my husband would be to know that he was cuckold again! Yes, I have fucked a stranger, a much younger man and he has fucked me good. You have never made me have orgasm so quickly, have you?

No. Well that is what you get for putting me second. I am second to nothing and nobody. No, not ever.

When I got back to my room, four large bouquets of blue roses, my favourites, were awaiting my arrival. They were from Edward and a card attached read “Sorry about last night pal. I’ll make it up to you.”

Yes, oh yes, you will I thought with toss of my long dark hair and then I reminded myself never to fuck on beach again.

Sand, it manages to get in all the wrong places.

 

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