I Kissed My Husband's Mistress

~Ten~

Well it's Wednesday, and I need to go back to work. I don't want to get on my boss' bad side already.

The struggle and fight to get out of bed was a tough one, but eventually I overcame the fatigue.

I miss Trisha. But if she doesn't want to be with me, I respect her decision.

Stretching, I sluggishly drag my feet to the shower and wash up, brushing my teeth, bathing, and then selecting some clothes from my bag.

Shit! I forgot to iron them. It's all crumpled. I can't go to work like that.

"Jasmine?"

I wasn't expecting an answer. After all, she has the afternoon shift today.

"Yeah?"

"My clothes are all crumpled, do you have anything I can throw on for today?"

"Sure. Gimme a second I'm trying to clean up my room."

Sure enough, she stumbles towards me and shoves her clothes aside and aside, flipping and tossing her shirts that were hung neatly on hangers. 

"Calm down, I'm not late you know."

I chuckle.

Suddenly, she falls backwards and I hold her up, and she turns her head.

At that moment, our faces were inches apart, and I could feel her hot breath on my nose. My face must've flushed red as she chuckles, and I let my body take over.

What happened next was something I again, wish I didn't do.

I move my face forward, and I was taken aback that she didn't back down. Instead, she throws down the shirt she was holding in her hand and harshly grabs my face, deepening the kiss.

She's a better kisser than Trisha. I always wanted to kiss her. Always. And now, I know.

I break the kiss and let out a breathy moan, before she pulls me back in for another.

Now in her arms, she plops me down on the bed I just got up from, untangling the little knot of towel that was the only thing standing in the way.

She reveals to herself my body, after so many years, she has never seen me naked.

"Oh my god..."

She takes a moment to admire my body, absorbing every little detail in.

Before I could even think clearly and stop what I was doing, she pounces on top of me and continues kissing me and undressing herself slowly.

Leaving kisses down my neck, collarbone, working her way to my boobs and latching her mouth to my nipples, sucking and bitting a little. Pain and pleasure filled my body as I jerked up.

My hands found the sides of her head, entangling my fingers in her beautiful hair. Every time I saw her, I always, always wondered what she would be like in bed. But sadly, she was straight.

Now, wow... I never imagined she would be this... this FREAK in bed... this monster.

I now understand her boyfriends' reactions whenever I met them. They really weren't exaggerating.

Moans filled the room, my clean body now basted in sweat.

I wouldn't expect her to know how women made love to each other, but boy, she knew so much more.

The things her fingers were doing, they made me see stars. Her tongue, everything, her movement, the way she pleases me was all so intoxicating.

"Stay...*smooch* stay home today... *smooch* I want.. I want to do this all.. all day with you..."

"I...I need....hng... uh... oh~ I need to go to work..uh.. oh..."

"No.... please... stay.."

"J-Jasmine.. what we're doing is very... fuck~ very wrong..."

We were so preoccupied, that I didn't hear the door bell ring, then I didn't hear the knock on the door, and then the horrendous sound of the door opening because Jasmine had unlocked it earlier to throw last night's trash out.

And my screams would be the end of me.

Trisha's POV

I decided to find Jasmine's house and ask her whether she's seen her.

How did I get her address? Let's just say I found where Vivian had written it down once since she called her up because she forgot.

I hope she wants to get back together. I hope she's not too upset.

Also, I decided to go early since she has work to do.

Being polite, I press the doorbell and waited for quite some time. When it became clear that no one was going to answer, I knock as hard as I possibly can. But still nothing.

I was confused.

This is Jasmine's place right?

I look down at the piece of paper I had scribbled her address on. Double checking with the maps app, I reassured myself I was at the correct building, and using the apartment number to tell myself that I was at the right apartment.

Yeah, apartment 6B.

I notice that the door is unlocked, and since no one would reply, I decide to open the door.

My ears picked up something suspicious going on in the bedroom.

Jasmine and Vivian were no where to be sighted. I tried to piece the clues together.

No where to be found, something going on in the bedroom....

No, for fuck sakes no! She's not doing that. No.

No matter how many times I said 'no', I wasn't prepared for what I heard next.

"Oh.. shit... J-Jas...Oh! F...I...I'm cu... uh~ Yes! Fuck!"

Great. Maybe I was right.

(please refer back to the intro chapter, the reason for divorce of Viv's parents have changed)
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