Something about Jasmine:
A very unusual girl –Ménage a trois – 6000 words
This story is based on actual characters and events, however to protect the identities of the people involved, the names have been changed.
We met Jasmine while having a drink one evening in a wine bar. She was with her new husband Michael and only been in the UK for a few months. My wife and her hit it off immediately, started chatting away in their language and became the best of friends. But from the very first time I saw Jasmine, even though she was only twenty one and recently married, I couldn’t help being seriously attracted to her.
My wife Lawana was also fairly new to the UK as we’d only been married a year, so they had lots in common to talk about. Both coming from the Issan region in the north east of Thailand, Lawana was about eleven years older than Jasmine at thirty two, but both still very attractive. Looking back, my wife Lawana was like her older sister and Jasmine was always looking up to her, especially when they talked about Michael, who for some strange reason was always dropping her off at our house and going out with his mates. He was of a similar age to her, twenty two I think, but a real jack the lad and told me straight, he didn’t want to give up his mates or freedom…!
I found it absolutely incredible as she was stunning to say the least, tall, attractive, long sexy legs and her eyes were… well exotic and alluring… hard to explain but to me, she was physically perfect in every way. But not only that, she was intelligent, been to university, spoke better English than my wife and was a fast learner in most things. But unfortunately, came from a poor family and met Michael in Thailand when he was on holiday with… you’ve guessed it… his mates…!
Lawana was much smaller than Jasmine at just under five feet and Jasmine was the same height as myself five feet ten, but whenever we went out as a group, the looks we got from guys was unbelievable. They looked so exotic and sexy and I couldn’t put my finger on it at the time, but there was something unusual and different about Jasmine.
Many a night was spent drinking wine at our house, and when Michael picked her up, usually about 11 pm, after he’d been out drinking with his mates, she’d be quite drunk and because he was shorter than her, I’d have to help him get her into the car.
But Jasmine was only drinking because he was leaving her alone most evenings and it eventually got so bad, she was going out to bars and nightclubs alone or with the girlfriends of some of his mates…! The inevitable happened and one day they had a huge row and he accused her of seeing another guy behind his back, she denied it but during the heated argument, admitted that she’d been seeing one of his friends and he threw her out…!
Chapter 1 – Jasmine moves in
I couldn’t fucking believe it because it wasn’t even her fault, he was the one who was always leaving her alone and encouraging her to go out with her friends most evenings, so what the hell did he expect…!
Well, long story short, that was when she moved in with us. However, Jasmine was now used to going out alone and had several guys, calling and chasing after her, and when we questioned her on why she didn’t have a new boyfriend, she’d simply tell us, she didn’t want the same thing to happen again…! And when I asked her what she meant? She said they don’t stay with her long and she didn’t want to live with anyone unless they really loved her and wanted to get married.
As you can imagine, most typical twenty something guys in England are only interested in having fun and definitely not getting married. I also found out she was into younger guys her own age, and even though she and I would flirt and chat about almost anything, and I was married to her best friend, she sort of looked at me like her older brother.
But as we’d spent a lot of time together before her split with Michael, she knew that Lawana and I had played a lot and often had threesomes in Thailand, usually girls but we also took a hunky looking Thai guy home a few times from a gay go-go bar! Not that I’m gay or anything, but it was the easiest way to choose a guy for a bit of fun. And I also found out, that many of the go-go boys dancing in their little
g-strings were not even gay…! They apparently did it for the money and were in the main straight or I supposed bisexual.
The other thing about Jasmine was, she seemed to fancy Lawana…! Always grabbing her tits or lifting her skirt. And one evening when she and Lawana were quite drunk at our place, I carried Lawana into the bedroom and Jasmine followed, both laying on the bed either side to her, we were both kissing, caressing and playing with her.
That was the closest I’d ever got to actually playing with Jasmine and even Lawana was encouraging her to play, but she wouldn’t let me go far enough to touch her intimately, just the occasional kiss or grope of her tits or bum but nothing more.
But she however, loved to grope Lawana and even myself.
One evening I love to remember was when we all went out to to a wine bar in Hitchin for a drink, she was wearing a shortish, mid thigh black pleated skirt, black tights and white knickers, but underneath the tights, and when she was sitting down facing me, Lawana playfully lifted her skirt to show me. It was so fucking sexy and erotic, I’ve burned the vision into my mind. And when we left,
I was walking along with my arms around them both, hands on their hips and occasionally having a feel her butt as we walked along.
At one point when she was walking in front, Lawana jokingly lifted her skirt at the back… giving me yet another perfect vision of her beautiful sexy bottom and knickers up her bum crack under the black pantyhose. As we continued walking back to the car, and because Jasmine was a little tipsy and giggling, she was surprisingly, letting me have a casual feel of her bottom, but as I’d also had a bottle or two of wine, I was brave enough to reach down and cupped her bum cheeks under her skirt…! But unfortunately, she quickly pulled my hand away as it was a bit too naughty and we were out side walking down a fairly busy street. But the feel of her bottom over the tights was definitely a feeling to remember.
However, she soon started going out with another guy, someone she’d met in a nightclub and moved in with him… but after a week she’d split up and moved back into our spare room…!
I tried talking to Lawana, to find out what her issue was but she just told me to shut up and leave her alone. Yet, I couldn’t understand why she couldn’t keep a boyfriend and even Michael seemed to disappear from the scene quite quickly, not wanting to discuss the breakup or what was wrong with their relationship…! And even though we lived quite close, he kept his distance and Jasmine didn’t want to talk about it either.