The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... her body for any kind of blemish, but there was none to be found. Other than lacking any hint of a tan, Peta’s skin was flawless.

I wasn’t jealous of Peta - I was the physically superior woman by far - but I was frustrated that she wasn’t as basic as I first thought and that despite her inferiority, she exuded the confidence of a woman who had the world at her feet. And she was about to infuriate me further. As she turned, I scowled at her curvy, silky-skin-clad ass when the little bitch had tossed her slippers towards me and one of them landed perfectly on my face.

I was about to get up and tear her hair out, but my husband came over, sitting next to me on the sun lounger as Peta hurried away, giggling and playfully teasing her boyfriend into the pool.

“I know she’s being a bit… much,” my husband said, “But tonight, we’ll put them both in their place. We’ll make sure they know who runs this household.”

“You better,” I snapped, “Or Kevin and his skank are both out of here.” My husband nodded but smiled.

“Use the day to do what you do best, baby,” he said to me. “Get to know her so you know her weaknesses, then use them against her. Nobody is better than you at that.”

He always knew just what to say.

“Elenaaaaa, it’s so beautiful in here,” she sang, Kevin’s arms around her. “Stop being such an uptight bitch and come in.”

I could feel my anger simmering.

“Let’s go swimming,” I snarled at my husband.

In a few minutes’ time, little miss Peta would ...

... regret that comment and would certainly regret coaxing me into the pool. I’d never met a man who didn’t drool over my bikini body - and in a few moments, Peta would have to feel her boyfriend’s hard-on as he saw me at my absolute best.

I gave her a killer smirk as I stood in my designer dress, walking into the house.

I admired myself in the mirror after I’d changed into my gold Dior triangle bikini.

I enjoyed knowing that Peta’s man would be undoubtedly checking me out in a bikini that cost more than him and his stupid bitch owned between them.

When I returned to the backyard, my husband was in the pool, the three joking with each other, splashing around. And just as I’d wanted, the two men silenced themselves as I strutted toward the pool. My husband always said this was his favourite bikini, and clearly Kevin approved, too.

I smirked at Peta as I slowly walked down the steps of the pool into the water. For the first time since she arrived, Peta had finally shut the fuck up. I resisted the urge to taunt her instead of just enjoying the silent admiration of my husbands and our new guests.

Finally, Peta found her tongue again. “Could have brought us some fresh drinks on your way out.”

I frowned at her. “If you want a drink, fetch it yourself. And serve me one while you’re at it.”

The men were silent as Peta and I silently challenged each other. Then, slowly, Peta grinned. She pressed down on Kevin’s shoulders, and as he sunk under the water, she sat on ...