The Scent of Jasmine Phone Sex

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I knew when I enter home and find little box on bureau it meant my husband Edward was going off on another one his business trips. It was customary for him to ply me with gifts whenever he was going away or whenever we argued, both of which seemed to be occurring more and more often.

“Did you get my present,” he asked, now filling the doorway of our bedroom, his broad frame illuminated by the soft moonlight beaming in through the window.

“Yes,” I said, “what’s the occasion this time, you have golf game with Sultan you must attend, Gin rummy with oil tycoon perhaps?”

He laughed and stepped into the bedroom, “No pal, nothing that exciting.” I hated when he call me pal by the way. “I have to fly down and look over some of my new investments in Miami, you know I can’t leave anything to chance with this much money involved.”

“Of course,” I said, turning my back to him. A moment later I felt his arms around my waist, stronger than ever. He kissed my neck the way I like  and asked “Are you not going to open it?”

I unwrapped the bow slowly, and then removed the lid, “I know it’s your favourite,” he said, “you were wearing it the day we met remember?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I asked, ‘what’s the enchanting fragrance you’re wearing madam,’. And you said …”

“Arpege.”

He smiled again, moving in for a kiss. His face, once possessing the boyish innocence of  magazine idol had over time grown into rugged maturity that complemented a man of his age and stature. I kissed him back and then he suggested we take a nightcap on the balcony.

“I’ll join you in a moment,” I said.  Once alone, I sprayed some of the perfume into the air and stepped into it. Yes, it was an enchanting fragrance and suited me well. But how many fucking bottles of Arpege does one woman need? I must have around 20 right now, no joke.

“It is beautiful city,” Edward said as we looked out from the balcony of our penthouse, “from up here.”

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The next morning, I had awoken late and our maid had prepared for me a light breakfast and strong black coffee. I sat in silence, letting the heat from the coffee flow through my body when Adam walked into the kitchen, looking disheveled after no doubt long night on the bottle. “Tell me you have more of that coffee,” he asked reaching for the carafe.

“Hello to you too,” I added, a hint of the snarl in my voice.

“Yeah, yeah, hi,” he said as he proceeded to gulp down his first cup.

Adam, was Edward’s only progeny, but this apple had fallen far from tree. A disrespectful and lazy little bastard, he never knew a hard days work in all his life, spending most of his time burning through money he didn’t earn, and without his father’s pulling the strings as they say, he would flunked out of his first year at university.

“Thank you for the coffee step-mommy,” he said mockingly. “I’m gonna go sleep now for fifteen hours, hold my calls.”

Eight years ago, when I married Edward, Adam was going through the beginnings of puberty, and often, I would catch him sneaking glances my way, his eyes devouring my breasts and ass. This didn’t go unnoticed by his father either. “It seems the boy’s got a little thing for you,” he said, laughing. “Maybe when the time is right, you could make him a man?”

“Oh you brute,” I said, hitting him with a pillow, really offended actually. Of course as the years passed, Adam’s attitude towards me change from adolescent fascination to resentment. Although, I still catch him from time to time watching me, with lust filled eyes.

Later that day, I returned home from an appointment at the hair and nail salon. All seemed quiet. “Must still be sleeping. Lazy. Bah!,” I thought to myself as I walked to my bedroom.

Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed that Adam’s bedroom room is cracked open. Slowly creeping over, I looked inside and saw him sitting on his bed naked from the waist down jerking off on his, I must admit, very nice big cock while holding a pair of my worn silk panties against his face. The sounds of his grunts and sniffs were low, but almost like animal. I watched as his stroking sped up until finally he exploded in orgasm, big loads of cum shooting onto the bed. Out of breath, he fell backwards, still holding my panties close to his face inhaling deeply, inhaling the scent of Jasmine.

I walked back to my bedroom and went over what I had just witnessed, thinking that perhaps one day, after all,  I would make help make him a man ….

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