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Jasmine’s Sexless Marriage: Obsessed with the old man next door
Description
Jasmine 20 is married to Simon 28 and is in a sexless marriage, unbeknown to her but Simon is gay. She then gets seduced by Markus 62, the old man next door, of whom she agrees to be trained as his sex slave. After taking her to a London fetish club and renting her out to men from an adult work website, things take a turn for the worst. Markus is attacked by a client and then they bump into Jasmine’s husband, who should have been in South Africa on business, while out dogging…
The story continues in Inverness, Scotland where, Markus and Jasmine meet a crazy BDSM mistress who has had her husband restrained and caged for weeks on end, luring unsuspecting men and couples to their detached house in the middle of nowhere. Both restrained and being severely punished, Jasmine manages to escape and a fight ensues between her and the possessed mistress….
Lots of erotic action and an interesting plot by Dante
Strictly 18+ adults only – 15,200 words
Table of Contents
Characters
Prologue
Chapter One – How it all began
Chapter Two – Training
Chapter Three – New outfits
Chapter Four – The fetish club
Chapter Five – Simon comes home
Chapter Six – Dogging
Chapter Seven – The confrontation
Chapter Eight – Secret cameras
Chapter Nine – Inverness, Scotland
Epilogue
Characters
Jasmine 20 – Writing the story
Simon 28 – Jasmine’s husband
Markus 62 – The old man next door
Prologue
I know he’s always watching me, whenever I go out or doing something the garden. His wife died a few years ago and he must be in his sixties but dresses well and looks quite good for his age. We say hello but I’ve never actually had a conversation with him, until my car wouldn’t start and he came out to ask if I needed any help. I don’t know anything about cars and my husband is always away on business so it was pointless calling him, not that he’d care as he would just tell me to call the garage.
We don’t have sex any more and I’m sure he’s gay or sleeping with someone else but as he was my only lover since getting married a couple of years ago, I’m too scared to ask for a divorce as it would break my parents hearts as they think the world of him.
So that’s how I met the old man next door and now I’m completely obsessed. He told me my battery was dead and then drove me to the garage to buy a new battery and put it on. Then he invited me in for a cup of coffee and I ended up telling him all about my husband and well, one thing led to another and he seduced me in the kitchen. Now I’ve agreed to him training me and I can’t wait for him to tell me what to do next.
Chapter 1
How it all began
I suppose I had better start at the beginning, my name is Jasmine and I’m nearly twenty one. Tall and slim with long dark hair and told I’m very attractive but my problem is, I have no self confidence. My father is from Singapore but I was born in London and have an English mother. I met my husband Simon while I was on work experience from University, he was staying at the hotel I was working at and basically, he asked me out and within a few months he asked me to marry him. He works for a computer software company and is always being sent to various countries and sometimes for weeks on end. The first year was great but I soon found out he wasn’t into sex and even when we did make love, it was all over in a couple of minutes.
We moved down to a nice little cottage in a village called Norwood Hill so he could be near Gatwick airport. However, since moving in some five months ago, he has only been home for about a month and that’s mainly at weekends. He gives me a weekly allowance and said I don’t need to work, but because I don’t have any friends here, it’s driving me crazy. The village is quite small and most of the people I come into contact with are quite old or married with children.
I wanted to get a job but Simon said he preferred me to stay at home and last weekend we had another argument about it and he stormed off slamming the door. The following day he had to fly to Dubai and that’s when my car wouldn’t start and our next door neighbour Markus came out to ask if I needed any help. He quickly found the problem and said my battery had a dead cell and wasn’t charging so I needed to buy a new one.
Anyway, once it was all fixed, he invited me into his kitchen and we started talking. He told me that he’d lived in the village forever and his wife had died of cancer about three years ago. I then told him all about Simon and how he flies all over the world and he said he’d heard us arguing as he was in his back garden which was only a few metres from our back door. I told Markus it was because I wanted to get a job and that Simon was dead against it.
“Sorry but I don’t understand, you say your husband gives you an allowance, so why on earth do you want to get a job…?”
“Oh, it’s not because I need extra money, it’s because I’m so bored and have no friends.”
“I see, so how old are you if you don’t mind me asking…?”
“Twenty one next month, why…?”
“Just wondering, you look very attractive for your age and I can’t for the life of me understand how he can leave you home alone for days on end…!”
“More like weeks on end, I hardly ever see him and even when he’s home he’s always on his bloody computer, sorry I didn’t mean to swear.”
“That’s OK, but it sounds like you’re not getting on that well, so why don’t you divorce…?”
“I don’t know, maybe because I don’t want to upset my parents.”
“But they are not living with him, you are…! Listen Jasmine, I’ve had quite a lot of experience with relationships and been married three times. Gail was my last wife and we were together for 25 years.”
“Wow… that’s like my mum and dad, but he doesn’t want a divorce. So are you going to marry again then…?”
“I don’t think so, Gail and I were very compatible and used to do everything together, I don’t think I’ll find anyone like her again.”
“I wish Simon would be like that, I wonder sometimes if he’s gay or seeing someone else…!”
“Really! I can’t believe that, is he crazy? You mean he doesn’t make love with you either…?”
“Look, I’m sorry but I really think I should be going.”
“That’s OK Jasmine, I understand but please feel free to pop round for a chat anytime, this is a very small village and can be quite frustrating if you don’t know anyone.”
I said OK and went off in my car to do a bit of shopping. On my return he was in his garden and gave me a friendly wave as I carried all the bags inside. A few minutes later he was knocking on my back door, so when I opened it he said,
“Look Jasmine, I’m so sorry if I embarrassed you earlier, I just want to apologise and shouldn’t have said anything about your love life, I hope you can forgive me, here’s a bottle of wine to cheer you up.”
“Oh, it’s OK and thank you for the wine, look, I don’t like drinking alone so would you like to come in and we can share it…?”
“That would be wonderful,” he said walking straight in and sitting down on a chair by our big round pine table.
“So how come you were married three times then…?”
“Maybe because I don’t like living in a sexless marriage, it was always OK at the beginning but when they start wanting to do their own thing and we start arguing, for me it is the beginning of the end.”
“So what about your last wife…?” I asked, opening the wine and pouring out two glasses.
“Gail was a wonderful woman, loved sex and we used to attend fetish clubs and you know…”
“Sorry, I don’t understand, I’ve never been to a fetish club before.”
“Oh I see, yes sorry, you’re still very young and still married. Well, Gail and I loved sex and basically we were into everything, playing with other couples in the clubs, dogging and we even joined some adult websites to meet like minded couples and singles.”
“What you mean other girls…?” I asked, gulping down my wine and pouring another glass, I had no idea why, but for whatever reason, I was feeling all hot and embarrassed.
“No, it was usually well endowed guys but we met quite a lot of nice couples as well.”
“So your wife didn’t mind you having sex with other women then…?”
“Not at all, she actually encouraged it, but they were mainly young girls not older women. I’m not into old overweight women and Gail was twenty five years younger than me and was nice and slim like you. May I have another glass please before you finish the whole bottle…? he said smiling.
I’d already drunk two large glasses so poured the last half a glass into his glass.
“Sorry, I can open another bottle, do you like red or white…?”
“Red please, so may I ask if you have had many boyfriends before meting your husband…?”
“Not really, I was always too shy to date guys and my dad was quite strict, he’s from Singapore.”
“Ah… So that’s how you got your amazing Asian looks. So if you don’t mind me asking, why do you think your husband could be gay…?”
I sat there for the longest time sipping my third glass of wine as he patiently waited for me to answer.
“Because he’s not into sex and I can’t even remember the last time we did it,” I blurted out and burst into tears.
Standing up and moving over to me, he put his arm around me and said,
“Oh dear, I can see you’re very upset and been bottling that up for ages, listen Jasmine, I know exactly what you’re going through, my last wife before Gail was like that and it drove me crazy for years until I decided enough was enough and we divorced.”
He had his arm around me and I was still sobbing as he started rubbing my back and stroking my hair. I hadn’t had anyone cuddle me for years and just sat there letting him do it. He was being so gentle and when he pulled his chair closer and sat right next to me, he continued caressing me as his leg was pressing against mine. Sitting up and wiping my eyes, I said sorry but he suddenly pulled me into him and kissed me on the mouth. At first I was completely shocked and had no idea why I didn’t push him away, but the wine was making me feel all relaxed and he was now caressing my breasts. It was like I was in a trance and couldn’t move, he was a really good kisser and I can’t even remember when Simon kissed me like that. He broke the kiss and just gazed into my eyes as he moved his hand down and started caressing my legs. I was wearing a mid thigh skirt and his hand was in between my legs.
“You need this don’t you…?” he said, sliding his hand up to my knickers and making me tremble in fear or excitement, I wasn’t sure what it was but one thing I did know, I didn’t want him to stop.
Kissing me on the mouth again, I just let him do whatever he wanted, parting my legs slightly, he began caressing my inner thighs and as I moaned into his mouth, he began rubbing me over my knickers. I knew it was wrong but he was being so gentle. Then he was teasing me and slipped his fingers up the leg of my knickers and was rubbing my girly juice up and down my folds. I’d never been so wet so fast and he was probing me with his finger. Moaning and sighing with my arms around his neck, pulling him into me as he forced another finger inside me. Now fingering me like I’d never experienced before as his thumb was rubbing my bud, I just exploded and cum violently on his fingers, jerking and trembling but he wouldn’t stop. I was like jelly and going to collapse but he started doing it even harder and I was trembling and going out of my mind. Suddenly I felt myself squirting all over his hand and the floor as he hugged me tightly until I finished.
“I love making girls cum and squirt,” he said sitting up as I stared at his dripping hand and the huge puddle on the kitchen floor.
My God…! How did you do that…?”
“I saw a guy doing it to a girl in the club once and thought I’d try it with Gail, she absolutely loved it and that’s how we got into fisting and dogging.”
I was wondering what he meant as I was sure he didn’t have any dogs so asked,
“So your wife wanted to do it with dogs then…?”
“No of course not, dogging is where people go out in their cars to car parks and picnic areas to meet other people interested in group sex. However, I do know that some couples are into hounds.”
“Really…!”
“Yes, but dogging is a big thing here in England, loads of websites with videos and reviews of different locations.”
Jumping up, I grabbed some kitchen roll and handed him some to wipe his hand and placed a few sheets on the floor to soak up the mess.
“I’ve never done anything like that before and…”
“And you are now all embarrassed and don’t know what to say…!” He said pulling me towards him and cupping my bottom under my skirt.
“I don’t think we should be dong this,” I said trying to push his hands away but he was already squeezing my bum and I started feeling all funny again. Holding his head to my boobs, I let him finger me again and then he was pulling my soaking wet knickers down.
“Better pop these in the wash,” he said as I stepped out of them and he made me part my legs, then rubbing his hand up and down my pussy, he told me to hold my skirt up.
I just did as he asked and stared down at him, rubbing and caressing my bum and pussy together. Next thing, he was on the floor and licking away between my legs, pulling my bum cheeks apart and I could feel him licking and probing with his finger against my anus. Then he was inside me, easing his finger into my bum as he started flicking my bud with his tongue. He was diving me wild and then he was pushing me back against the table. Still between my legs, he told me to lay back as he pushed my legs up and ate my pussy like it was his favourite desert, pulling me open as I gripped the side of the table, licking me so deeply, his tongue was like an eel. Then he was rimming and probing my anus, nobody had ever done that before and as he eased two fingers in and continued sucking on my bud, I had another amazing orgasm and was jerking uncontrollably as he held me down on the table. I was in another world and just rolling my head around, panting and moaning as he undid his trousers and the next thing I remember, was him rubbing his cock up and down my slit and when he pushed it in, Oh My God…! It was huge and he started fucking me. Slowly at first as he was stretching me to the limit and it felt like a bloody baseball bat but as he worked it in and out, I began to relax and the sensations were unbelievable.
Simon was probably below average and never lasted longer than a minute and never once did he make me cum. I’d usually have to do it myself in the bathroom or wait till he was asleep but Markus had made me cum twice already and now he was going to do it again but with his monster cock. Holding my legs up and apart I was his play thing and I was loving it.
“Open your blouse and let me see those beautiful tits,” he said with a wild look in his eyes.
I did as he asked and undid the buttons, then pulled my bra up to expose my boobs and hard nipples.
“Beautiful…! I love small tits,” he said before bending down and taking my nipple in his mouth.
I have really dark nipples with large areola’s and he couldn’t stop sucking them. He eventually did and his cock felt so nice as he resumed fucking me with long deep strokes until I was moaning and jerking with my third orgasm in less than fifteen minutes! Rubbing my clit as he continued pounded away made it so intense that I was squirting again but this time he pulled out and went down on me, clamping his mouth over my stream to drink as much as he could, I couldn’t believe it and he didn’t stop until I calmed down and stopped jerking.
Thinking he was going to let me down, I tried to sit up but he said,
“Are you on the pill or anything…?”
“No why…?”
“Because I don’t want to make you pregnant, but never mind, how do you want me to finish off, in your arse or in your mouth…?”
But before I could answer he was pushing into my anus and the head just slipped in. I couldn’t believe it and started struggling but he was too strong and holding my legs back. The pain hit me as he pushed in and I started screaming but he just carried on until he was all the way in and I could feel his balls slapping against my bum. It was such a strange feeling and then I realised the pain was subsiding and a different sensation was flooding over me. Now rubbing my clit as pounded away, I could feel another orgasm building up, but then he started forcing his fingers in my pussy and must have had three or four inside me when he let out this long deep moan and I felt him pulsating and spurting his spunk in my arse.
Easing out slowly, he held my legs up and apart and watched as his spunk dribbling out onto the floor.
“There you go Jasmine, hope you enjoyed that as much as me and don’t forget, if ever you need to talk or you feel the need, just give me a knock OK.”
Putting himself away, he helped me down, gave me a hug and a kiss on the forehead and was gone. The rest of the day was like waking up from an erotic dream, wondering if it really happened and what I was going to tell Simon! But Markus was so old and my mind was telling me, no way could I live with him. I considered divorce but then thought about my parents again and what Markus had said. But one thing I did know was, I loved sex and hoped that Markus was going to show me more.
Jasmine’s Sexless Marriage: Obsessed with the old man next door
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