The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... his shoulders. Kevin rose, holding onto Peta’s legs, the bikini-clad girl above him.

“I challenge you,” she said playfully, “to Queen of the hill. Loser fetches the drinks.”

Was she serious? It was a stupid game we used to play as kids. You’d each get up on someone’s shoulders, then you’d try to topple each other off their partner’s shoulders. The first to hit the water was the loser.

“I’m not playing some stupid game against you for who serves the drinks, Peta. I’m not getting the drinks. You are.”

I was getting angrier and angrier as she laughed. “Oh Steven, your wife is soooo uptight.”

Then she sucked me in.

“Let’s raise the stakes then. If you win, I’ll not only fetch the drinks… I’ll sit down and listen to the rules you’re so desperate to talk about.”

Now she had my interest.

“And if you win?” I asked.

“You fetch the drinks,” she smirked, adding, “And I get your bikini. We’re the same chest size and I just know it would look amazing on me.”

“You’re on,” I snapped.

I knew we’d win. I mean - look at my husband’s arms! He was much stronger than Kevin. And with my significant height advantage over Peta, I’d be able to grab her and pull her off Kevin’s shoulders before she could even reach me! And so, my husband sunk under the water as I sat on his shoulders.

We eyed each other off, the boys laughing playfully, seemingly unaware that their women were glaring daggers at each other above them.

Straight away, I used my superior reach to ...

... grab her by her shoulders, immediately trying to pull her off her man’s shoulders. But I realised immediately that my move wasn’t going to work. The shorter, thicker girl had a lower centre of gravity, and I wasn’t going to be able to simply pull her down. Fortunately, my attempt to pull her off had her telling Kevin to get closer. I smirked as Kevin moved within reach of my husband’s strong arms. My husband released my legs and began to wrestle with Kevin. He was pushing Kevin down, and soon, his best buddy would be under the water, Peta sinking with him, my husband and me victorious.

But as Kevin was brought down by my husband, his shoulders and therefore Peta almost under the water, it brought Peta’s breasts level with my husband’s face.

“Don’t you think they’ll look spectacular in your wife’s bikini?” she teased.

The little bitch had gotten my husband’s attention for long enough for Kevin to escape my husband’s strong arms. He moved around and wrapped both his arms and legs around my husband. Steven couldn’t move, arms by his side, restricted by Kevin’s hold, his arms not supporting my legs.

Peta reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling sidewards, right off my husband’s shoulders. I grabbed my husband’s head with my ankles, but my body weight was now pressed against Peta. She instructed her boyfriend to retreat, and as he released Steven and took two steps back, I was suspended in the air above the pool… Ankles around my husband’s neck, face humiliatingly ...