Rosita's Affair 6

“I have missed you, Rosita. I have missed you so damn much”

Jude confessed, staring deep Into her eyes.

She gave out a smirk. Her mind racing to the past few hours when she was with Eugene and everything he has done to her body.

She was skeptical about coming. She knew that they had both planned for her to visit that day, but she wanted to distract herself from it, by getting erotically Involved with Eugene. 

She knew she wanted Eugene as much as Eugene wanted her as well.

She knew at the same time, she wanted Jude as well but she was technically and tactically avoiding any form of conflict Between the two.

Eugene was younger. Amateur and not established, yet to experience his sexual prowess but from the template she has experienced, he had the potential of being A good fuckmate which was one thing she was ironically looking out for.

Jude on the other side, was a reflection of everything any lady would always pray for and hoped for. 

Older but young looking. Had a stable career. Established, made and defined, but he was never the one to marry. He wasn't just ready for marriage.

“Marriage isn't an achievement” he'd always say. He had two children already from two different women and he was taking care of them, so very much, and they never lacked fatherly care, attention or love. 

Rosita loved him, but not as much as he does. He loved her more than she thought, assumed and knew he loved her.

“Rosy?” He tapped on her lap. She was startled. Smile and inhale deeply.

“Sweetheart,” she called out slowly. She has been drowned in her thoughts, and his touch just brought her back to reality.

“Are you okay, Rosita?” It was awkward for him to call her by her name, and when he did, it meant just one thing. Everything wasn't alright.

“Yes, I am fine. Everything is okay with me, love,” she was still smiling, trying It was so hard to hide the embarrassment that was already drawn on her face. She wouldn't want Jude to suspect anything, and she wouldn't want to place herself in a position to appear suspicious.

“You Had seemed lost in thought though, and I was concerned” he chirped In.

“Don't worry about me sweetheart, I am fine” she assured.

“Okay. If you say so. Just know that if you ever need to talk, I am here for you baby”

“I know my love” she replied neither reluctantly as he began the arduous task of unfastening the corset. It fell to the floor in a heap along with the other garments and Rosita was now standing before him, completely naked, looking like a goddess. Her body was good. Perfectly sculptured.

 It had been a long time since Jude felt this way just from seeing her in the buff, but it made him feel so horny as hell. 

He wanted so much to jump on her right then, so he put his arms around her and attempted to kiss her.

“No, no, no, Jude” she said as she backed away and shook her finger in his face.

 “Bath first.”

Physically, her body was there with him, but emotionally and mentally, she was heavily distracted and didn't want Jude to take notice of her withdrawal from him.

“I wouldn't go to the bathroom just by myself” he protested.

“I wouldn't go to the Bathroom just by myself” she mimicked 

“Are you a suckling child?” She teased.

“Yes, I am and that's why I want to suck you as well” he winked, dragging her to the bathroom. She smiled, following him.

They went into the bathroom. He helped her into the tub then knelt beside it. She handed her a bath sponge and body wash. He carefully soaped and rinsed her luscious body. Her slippery wet skin felt like silk. She raised each leg in turn and he soaped and rinsed them as well. Then she sat on the edge of the tub and handed him scissors, a razor, and shaving gel. She leaned back and spread her knees wide. She wanted him to shave her pussy.

Eugene has been eating the hair and she had loved the feelings it gave her.

Rosita was indeed a blackhead. Her bush was as auburn as the hair on her head. She had never shaved her pussy while all these while when they were dating, but she did keep it closely trimmed and her bikini line well in check. Even so, he had always wanted to know what her pussy felt like bare, and guessed he was finally going to find out. He had wanted to eat the hair, at least chew it with his teeth but on a second thought, he buried the idea as he used the scissors and judiciously trimmed everything down to short stubble, then lathered her up with the gel and carefully finished with the razor.

“You're really an expert in this Jude” This Would be the first compliment she's given out since they entered the bathroom.

“Really?”

“I am fucking serious, Jude. If I didn't know your career history, I would have concluded that you work in a hair salon.” They both laughed.

While rinsing, he ran his hand over the entirety of her vulva, checking his work to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Her pussy felt soft yet firm, the skin smooth and slick. She moaned softly from the new sensation of his hand gliding over her bare skin. He then gently toweled her off then they moved back to the bedroom.

“Time for you to strip,” she playfully demanded and he eagerly complied. His dick was quite cramped inside his shorts and welcomed being released from the constricting clothes.

“Onto the bed,” she said, pushing him down and guiding him on where to lie. Then she retrieved something from one of the colorful shopping bags but hid it from his view while she climbed into bed. He realized what she had taken from the bag when she pushed his arms over his head and he felt handcuffs being placed around his wrists. She had run the cuffs through a spindle in the headboard and secured his hands to it. 

He was not going anywhere.