The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... push past me.

“Steven!!!” she exclaimed, skipping over to him. “Thank you so much for having us!”

Kevin and I watched Peta wrap her arms around my husband. She rose up on her tippy toes, pressing her lips to his cheek, her body pressed right into his.

I glanced at Kevin with a “what the fuck?” look on my face as her kiss on my husband’s cheek lingered. Kevin didn’t seem to notice that it was an unusually long cheek kiss, nor did he seem to notice the way Peta ran her hands over my husband’s arms as she unravelled herself from the hug.

Peta had been in my house less than thirty seconds and I already hated her.

I walked over, an annoyed look on my face. Time to show her who’s boss.

I extended my hand. “I’m Elena,” I said assertively.

Little Peta looked down at my hand, screwed up her nose, and said, “Mmhm.”

She turned back to my husband.

“I left my suitcase just outside the door there. Be a sweetie and grab it for me?”

As my husband moved to fetch her suitcase, Peta turned to me and smiled.

“Such a gentleman,” she said, quickly turning away. As she turned, she flicked her dark hair, and it hit me right in the chin.

I was stunned. Everyone knew that was my move. Countless skanks at bars who drew my ire caught my gorgeous locks in their face as I turned. And because I did it to be a bitch, I knew damn well Peta hadn’t done it accidentally!

Peta sauntered over to her boyfriend, kissing him, turning, backing up into him, Kevin’s arms wrapping ...

... around her as my husband said “I’ll take this up to your room”. She grinned and reached up, grazing his face with her thumb.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

I swore I saw my husband blush. But I took a deep breath. He was just being a good host.

“Look,” I said, taking control of the situation, “This is going to be an adjustment for all of us, so I want to lay down some ground rules.”

Peta, still wrapped in Kevin’s arms, just smiled.

“It’s Saturday, Elena. Let’s just enjoy the day. We can chat about rules later. What do you think, babe?”

“Sounds good to me,” Kevin said, kissing her neck.

“What about you, Steven?” she said as my husband reappeared. “Should we talk rules or hang out by the pool and get to know each other a bit?”

Steven looked at me, giving a little shrug. “I could go for a beer by the pool.”

Now I was really pissed off. Steven opened four beers, and we made our way outside. I grabbed my dark Gucci sunglasses, pulled them over my eyes, and laid down on one of the sun loungers.

“Well, I’m taking a swim. Coming, Elena?”

I didn’t give her a response, just scowling behind my glasses.

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, pulling her denim shorts off, then pulling off her boob tube over her head.

She posed there for a second, looking down at me. I had to admit she wore that black string bikini well. It barely contained her breasts, and the dark material seemed to make her white skin look less pasty and more like untouched, pure milky silk. I scanned ...