.I could not wait to see what it was. I dolled myself up in a low cut top that showed off my cleavage, a sexy collar with a ring on it, a very tight b...lack miniskirt that barely covered my butt, sheer seamed stockings, black stilettos and my favorite white satin thong nestling sexily between my cheeks. I looked in the mirror and found the reflection of a nice slut wife.When I arrived at Helena’s house, she took me in her arms, lock her wet plump lips with mine and fondled my body with her. .you know. Jasmine, she's a wild one, and she likes showing off. She wanted to do this. This was her idea, not mine, bro." Okay, fair enough," I said. I thought about adding "bro" to the end of that sentence, but figured it would sound ridiculous. "And one more question?" Shoot." Is she as hot as you say she is in your ad?"There was a long pause. For a moment, I thought I had offended him by asking. Then I received a text message with a photo attached. It nearly took my breath away once. I don't deserve it, but that's what really makes it forgiveness. I was just gullible and infatuated and flattered and fueled by adrenalin. I never should have taken up with him. Second, I want you to forgive yourself. You did nothing wrong, before or after that awful night, and I don't want you feeling regrets you never earned. Dev was never better than you in any way. Not in bed; not in life. You treated me like I really was your angel. And, you know, I never once heard of any bad thing you. My hand was still on her breast, kept there by the weight of our bodies. As she wriggled to get free, my hand moved back and forward across her breast. The hard nipple moving across the palm of my hand. She kicked and twisted again, but I was ready for it this time and leaned down. All she had managed to do was turn herself round. My face was next to hers, my chest on her chest, my erect cock slipping through my robe, squeezed between my body and her upper thigh.I grabbed her wrists and push.