Sometimes Jayne would stop fractionally too soon and he wouldn't cum, so she'd start again. He'd tried numerous times to explain to Jayne why he liked...the ruined orgasm fantasy so much but even he struggled to understand it so how could he expect her to. He'd made it clear though that it was just fantasy unless she was actually cuckolding him. If she had a lover she could, perhaps should, ruin him. Otherwise it was a delicious erotic fantasy. Occupied as he was by his dirty thoughts he didn't. I took in a deep nervous breath and not being able to relax and our tongues met.My heart was beating faster and I was getting excited. I kept waiting for her to yell "Gotcha!" and her friends jump out of the bushes and laugh at my but she didn't. My dick was getting hard as she pulled me closer to her, pressing her B-cup breasts into my chest. We broke our kiss then looked at me with what I guess was a delighted grin and continued walking arm in arm. When we got close to her house we walked. After a while the only words of the night were spoken by you, ‘Hot tub!’ We got up and you held your hand out to me. Reaching out for it I took it as you led us outside. The lights were on and the water was bubbling. There was steam coming up from the water as it touched the cool night air. You turned and looked at me and smiled that smile, the one I had been waiting for all night. I watched as you stripped down to your silk boxers and stepped into the hot tub. You turned to watch as I stripped. So, no more condoms for you, mister. And that whole ... no kissing rule? That’s out the fucking window, too,” Consuela informed me to my surprise and delight.“Wait, are you ... crying?” I asked Consuela now, noticing her watery eyes.She nodded, “No one has ever even suggested hiring me full-time this way. Maybe I wouldn’t have wanted it with them, but it would have been nice to be asked. I didn’t have any plans or expectations with you. You were just a john like the rest of my clients. Until.