The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... said. “It’s only temporary.”

She ignored me, instead lifting her dress off, turning to smirk at me, my prized bikini on her body.

“Does it look as good on me as it feels?” she asked, Kevin kissing her.

“You’re so hot, babe.”

I pulled off my own clothes, laying face down on the sand, my husband reaching into our beach bag to produce the suntan lotion. For a minute, I could forget about Peta. I could just enjoy the warm sun, the sound of the crashing waves, my husband’s strong hands massaging the lotion into my back as he sat on my ass.

Peta flopped down onto the sand. She turned her body to face me and then began to stretch her legs out. My eyes opened wide with horror as the creamy, high-arched soles of little miss Peta filled my vision. She stopped them just a few inches from my face, wiggling her toes and giggling.

“Get your fucking feet away from my face, Peta,” I growled.

She smirked.

“What’s that? Get my fucking feet onto your face? My pleasure!”

Before I could say another word, Peta extended her leg, a foot pressing right into my face - toes on my forehead - heel on my chin as she laughed heartily, the two boys chuckling.

“Get the fuck off me,” I screamed at my husband, who, despite his laughs, knew I was serious.

Peta removed her foot just long enough for me to see her wink at Kevin, who pressed his hand to my husband’s shoulders just as my husband went to get up.

“Ahhh, stay there, buddy - it’s good to see our women getting to ...

... know each other.”

The laughs of Kevin and Peta somehow gave my husband the impression we were all just having fun and playing around, though Peta’s evil smirk said she knew EXACTLY what she was doing. With my body immobilised by my own husband, Peta could take her time. She began to trace her toe all over my face, grinning from ear to ear.

She shuffled forward, now placing one foot behind my head to hold it in place, smothering my face with her other foot.

I began to stop struggling as the silky soft sole of Peta’s foot massaged itself into my face. My eyes were covered by the ball of her foot, the world dark, Peta’s foot and my face apparently the perfect match.

“Mmmm, that feels great,” she sighed as she kept pressing her foot to my face.

My face massaged her foot for maybe fifteen seconds, but it felt like maybe fifteen minutes.

“I’ll stop if you ask me nicely,” she said, the boys roaring with laughter.

Part of me wanted her to continue. As great as her feet felt getting a massage from my face, secretly my face felt just as good… Peta’s soles were heavenly soft and I didn’t hate the feeling over them on me. But I wanted the humiliation to stop. She had her feet on my face with passers-by, no doubt seeing the scene, both my husband and her boyfriend laughing.

“Please stop,” I said.

She adjusted her foot, placing her big toe on my bottom lips.

“Say pretty please, Princess Peta,” she teased, running her toe across my lip.

I whispered what she ...