Jasmine looked pityingly across the bar at the poor kid.  She cracked open another bottle of beer and pushed it his way.  His ID had said he was twenty-three, but she suspected he hadn’t been around the sun a full twenty times. Close to it, perhaps. Or maybe he just looked younger to her more mature eyes.

It was a slow day.  Tuesday afternoons at the bar weren’t a busy time and the only customers were the few regular drunks nursing their cheap beers down the bar.

The kid had just regaled her with his sad story of joining the Marine Corps and going off to Basic.  He had taken leave en route to his new assignment to go spend a few days with his girlfriend, planning to finally pop the question after three years of dating.  She had been his first and only.  Instead of meeting her, he got a text message at the bus station.  Another man had come into her life and she was ending it.

“Fucking Jody,” he said, taking a long pull on the beer.

Jasmine was perplexed.  “Is that the other guy’s name?”

“Nah, it’s just what they say in the Corps is the name of any guy who’s screwing your girl while you’re away.  They’re all Jody.”

“Oh.  I guess that makes sense.  As much as anything.”  While she felt bad for him, she was also a bit relieved that another young person wouldn’t be marrying so early, missing out on having more experiences.  In the back of her mind, there was also the idea that she could offer a little comfort to this handsome young man.  

She stepped back from the bar, taking him in as he stood up and walked to the men's room.  He was maybe only five foot eight, but his muscular shoulders and arms stood out against his t-shirt.  His harsh blonde high and tight haircut did little to detract from his delicate boyish face and sparkling blue eyes.  Her eyes drifted down to the way his tight little butt moved in his jeans.  

The possibilities swirled in her head. Maybe she could give him a ride to his hotel and make out a bit.  She could just follow him into the men’s room and give him her sluttiest blowjob in one of the stalls.  The option was hot but more than a bit gross.

Preparation was a factor on her mind.  She’d luckily shaved her legs two days earlier in anticipation of wearing a skirt to go see a Journey cover band with friends at another bar.  She’d also opted for reasons she hadn’t yet parsed to wear a thong to work.  

On the other hand, as she had seen while dressing for work, the sexy little green thong also showed off how long it had been since she trimmed down below.  

Jasmine took a deep breath.  It was fine.  Men didn’t think about these things and this one in her bar was young, just out of basic training, and would probably pound out a knot in a two-by-four if it had a pair of tits.  She knew she was overthinking it.

Several hours later, her shift was ending.  She and the young Marine, Fuller, had spent virtually the entire time chatting.  With beers and more than a little flirting, his mood had lifted considerably.  Jasmine could tell that he was interested but way too shy to make a move.  If anything was going to happen, she’d have to initiate it aggressively.

“Look, sugar, my shift is over in twenty minutes.  You have any interest in having another beer with me somewhere else?”

He looked surprised.  “Uh, sure.  Like another bar?”

“I was thinking back at my place.  I’ve got a twelve pack in the fridge and no one to share it with.”

A smile spread across Fuller’s face momentarily, before darkening.  She caught his eye drifting down the rings on her left hand.  

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?  I mean, it looks like you already have a drinking buddy at home.”

Jasmine forcefully brightened her smile.  “Not tonight I don’t.  Besides, my husband knows I like to entertain friends when he’s not around.  It looks like you could use a friend tonight.”  It was a well-practiced line.  It was also not entirely true.  He did know that she had shared her affections with others, but it wasn’t something he was entirely aware of and certainly not something he would go along with if asked.

With a shrug and a chug of his beer, Fuller hopped off the bar stool and grabbed his jacket.

A little over an hour later, they were resting comfortably on her sofa, laughing and  sipping their beers.  Fuller told every corny joke he knew and she countered with all the dirty jokes she'd picked up in her time behind the bar.  Hers were definitely better.

“...and so the priest pulls up his pants and says ‘If this is your wife, then I know I got the wrong house’,” she stuck the punchline with well-practiced ease.

Fuller threw his head back in laughter.  Jasmine suddenly felt a bit uneasy, realizing that she’d told a joke about a priest fucking a guy’s wife while she sat next to a young man who she had planned on being naked with that night.

She pushed the thought from her mind and jumped up to go get them fresh beers.

By the time she returned with two more bottles, Fuller had recalled his own dirty joke and started telling her about a farmer, his daughters, and a travelling salesman.

As they sat on the sofa joking, chatting, they had inched progressively closer together.  Fuller had even worked up the nerve to put his hand on her jeans-covered knee before the strain on his bladder forced him to get up.

Several awkwardly quiet minutes later, the young guest was walking out of the main bathroom in Glenn and Jasmine’s little house. 

For her part, Jasmine knew that it was now or never.  

“In here,” she called from the bedroom down the short dark hallway.  While he’d been using the bathroom, she’d quickly shucked her shoes, bra, and jeans and laid back on the bed wearing only her black work t-shirt and the lime-colored thong.  

Fuller walked in slowly, unsure of what he was doing.  As he entered the small bedroom, lit only by a dim bedside lamp, he involuntarily gasped.  

Jasmine patted the bed next to her.  “Come cuddle with me, soldier.”

The boy stiffened.  “That’s Marine, ma’am.”

“Fine, Marine, and don’t call me ma’am.  I'm only twenty-nine.”  She was not.

He smiled weakly and pulled off his running shoes, climbing onto the bed awkwardly.  He lay on his side facing her.  They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment before he reached over and put his hand on the crest of her thigh.  

She leaned in and softly kissed his lips, pushing her body against him as she slowly opened her mouth and pressed her tongue between his lips.  He responded by opening his mouth to accept her.

Their kiss rapidly grew in intensity, their tongues duelling, hands pulling at their t-shirts, which were quickly pulled over their heads and cast to the floor.  Jasmine fumbled with Fuller’s belt buckle and zipper until he assisted in getting them undone and pulling them down his legs, snagging his socks along the way.  

Jasmine marveled at his hard muscular body.  Aside from a small patch of blonde hair on his chest and the trail of fine hairs leading from his belly button down to the waistband of his boxers, he was completely smooth, showing off his well-developed chest and abs.

Fuller finally took the lead and rolled her over onto her back, with him following on top.  Gazing down, he took in her beautiful pale body, her firm round breasts, now spread across her chest, and the way her hips flared giving her a beautiful feminine hourglass figure.  Her short blonde bob cut lay spread out around her head like a golden halo. 

Jasmine moaned as her Marine leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, suckling and circling it with his tongue.  She could feel his cock pressing into the soft folds of her lips through her underwear.  As he licked each nipple, she could feel him grabbing the waistband of her thong with his rough hands.  She raised her hips to allow it to come off.  As soon as they were gone, she felt him fumble with his own underwear.  

Within moments, she could feel his incredibly hard dick pressed against the soft wet folds of her sex.  He pulled himself off her breast and looked down into her eyes, rocking his hips slightly.

Jasmine was pulled from her sexual trance.  “Hey, lover, let me get a condom.”

He reluctantly pulled himself off of her as she reached into the nightstand and pulled out a foil packet from a large pile in the drawer.  Peeling it open, she gripped the latex tip and started rolling it down his stiff cock.  For the first time, she got to really see it.  It wasn’t huge, maybe no larger than her husband’s thoroughly average member.  What did set it apart was the strong upward curve that nearly took the tip back to his belly button.  

Jasmine was just finishing applying the rubber.  Without warning, the reservoir tip she was pinching snapped away from the condom.  She held up the torn rubber tip.  Sighing, she pulled off the rest of it and threw it on the nightstand, reaching for another and repeating the process of rolling on the prophylactic, this time to completion.

Satisfied that her due diligence had been done, she rolled over onto her back and parted her legs and her young Marine took his place between them.  Fuller leaned in and kissed her deeply, pressing his tongue into her mouth as his cock slid into her body.  

His powerful body pulled her into him as he thrust into her combined with the unique sensation of the head of his curved cock grinding against her g-spot.  She felt her orgasm build and her breathing intensify as the powerful young Marine gripped her body and thrust.  His firm stomach and prominent pubic bone put pressure above her clit.

Suddenly, she felt him shudder as he let out a low deep moan.  Disappointment washed over her.  He was done, only ninety seconds into it.  Sure he was young, but if this was what he was capable of, she might as well have just fucked her husband.

Fuller felt himself come forcefully inside Jasmine.  It had been months of intense basic training without so much as a moment of masturbation.  He should have known it.  The long period of celibacy had another effect, though.  His turgid dick didn’t flag.  Instead, he continued to thrust, despite the increased sensitivity.  With relief, he realized that it was only a prelude.

Jasmine was taken aback.  He just kept going.  She started to feel her body again rise to an orgasm.  Instead of rolling over like her husband Glenn would have done, Fuller started thrusting harder.  She suddenly felt wetter.

Concern about the source of the wetness dissipated under the rolling orgasm driven through her body by Fuller’s powerful thrusts.  One orgasmic peak swelled into the next under him.  She gasped and shrieked, clutching his tight muscular ass cheeks, pulling him deeper with each thrust. 

“Oh, baby!” he shouted as he pounded one final deep thrust into her and shuddered. He slumped down against her chest.

They pulled apart and sat up.  As she looked over at her Marine’s softening dick, she saw the ring of a broken condom on him and felt a surge of cum flowing out of her and onto the bed beneath her.  She rolled over and opened the drawer, pulling out a foiled-wrapped condom.  It took only a moment of examination to see the problem.  Sure enough, the expiration date on it was years past.  Of course.  These were from the giant box her girlfriends had gotten during her bachelorette party and it wasn’t as though Glenn had made many efforts to put a dent in the stash.

“Shit,” she muttered.

She took a deep breath.  She was due to ovulate on either Sunday or Monday.  She was pretty safe now.  A wicked thought crossed her mind.  She had already planned to seduce Glenn on Sunday night when he got back in her monthly attempt to get knocked up.  She would just have to try extra hard to get as many of his swimmers in there as possible.

She looked up at him and back down at the damp patch on the bed.  “You want to go get me a towel, there, stud?”  She pointed toward the bathroom.  

He pulled on his boxers and fetched her a full-size bath towel.

Out in the living room, they again sat on the sofa together, sipping beers, him still in his boxers and her wearing a long t-shirt she usually wore to bed.  

“Are you sure you’re okay?”  he asked, looking genuinely concerned.

She shifted in her seat, feeling his cum dampen the back of her nightshirt and the sofa beneath her.  “I’m great.  I mean, it’s my safe time, so it’s not like I can get preggers.”

His expression drooped a bit.

She smiled seductively at him.  “Is that what you wanted?  You being the ultimate stud who knocked up some guy’s wife in his own bed?”  She could see his boxers tenting as he considered what she’d just said.

“I’d feel a bit bad, you know?  Doing that to some other guy.  It’d make me so mad if it was done to me. 

"I texted my cousin about what my ex did while we were at the bar.  I asked if I should try to win her back.  He told me that would just make me look like an even bigger cuck.  That hurt a lot, you know?”

Jasmine saw the expression of deep hurt on his face.  She got down on the floor between his knees and pulled the nightshirt over her head, flinging it away.  She pulled his softening cock from the flap of his boxers and took it into her mouth.  It responded immediately.

She sucked vigorously.  As she felt him tense up, she stopped and looked up at him.  “I just want you to know that you’re not what he said.  You’re a big fucking stud who can pull any girl.  Now I want you to give me a belly full of your delicious cum, baby.”  And with that, she enveloped his cock between her lips, sucking for another thirty seconds before he moaned and started spasming in her mouth.  Despite having already come twice that evening, Jasmine was forced to keep swallowing to prevent the great quantity of it from overwhelming her mouth and pouring out.

Both satisfied, they resumed their spots on the sofa and clinked their bottles in a toast to future love. 

They chatted for another hour about small subjects before she finally took him by the hand and led him to bed.  If she had expected them to fall right to sleep together, she was mistaken.  He took her two more times sans condom before they rolled over and fell asleep spooning and one more time in the middle of the night when she woke to him slipping into her from behind.  

For the rest of the week, they engaged in steady copulation every moment that she wasn’t at work and at night, he slept in her bed.  Sometimes it was impromptu, him picking her up like she weighed nothing and setting her on the kitchen counter before plunging his manhood inside her.  

Other times, it was more intimate slow lovemaking in bed.  By the time Sunday morning had rolled around, they’d done it nearly three dozen times, on the sofa, in the shower, on the dining table, on her husband’s favorite chair, and of course in bed.  

She’d been leaking his seed from her body for five days and in that time, everything in her house had come to smell of sex.

On Sunday morning, they had two more long sessions in bed before he packed his clothes and prepared to leave.  Jasmine ran around the house, throwing sheets into the laundry, lighting scented candles, and searching for cast-off clothing that seemed to be in every corner.  She was sore across her entire body.  The sexual marathon had worked her body like she’d never experienced before.

As she watched him board his bus, she took in his goofy grin and returned one of her own.  Maybe he'd be alright and she'd always live on in his mind as the married lady who rocked his world.  He was now Jody, having reclaimed his self-esteem.  She might have fixed one sad kid.

The sudden remembrance of reclaiming and kids brought back to mind the dampness growing in her underwear from their final trysts that morning and the fact that Glenn would be home soon.  Jasmine debated stopping at the pharmacy for a morning after pill as a hail mary against the billions of sperm left inside her over the last six days.  It was a risk.  Either way, she'd be seducing her husband as soon as he walked in the door.