The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... falling into my rival’s chest.

“Oh Elena, that’s cute, but you should worship my breasts AFTER I put your bikini on,” she laughed.

I snarled as the two men laughed with her, neither seeming to realise how serious Peta and I were.

She pulled her breasts back slowly, releasing my hair, and I started to go down into the water. And once I was low enough, she smirked at me and managed to step on my face before she finally let go of my hair, making me fall.

When I resurfaced, my hair soaked and my makeup ruined, I was flummoxed to the fact I lost to this curvy bitch and the curvy bitch was celebrating on her boyfriend’s shoulders.

“I won Elena’s bikini, I won Elena’s bikini!” she sang, clapping her hands together.

She jumped down off Kevin’s shoulders into his arms, kissing him, arms around his neck. My husband didn’t seem to think our loss was a big deal, but I hated that the winning couple were now having a celebration make-out session in our pool.

“Elena, our drinks. Chop chop,” she teased.

My husband saw how furious I looked and said he’d get them. But Peta said “No - Elena lost and fetching our drinks was part of the bet. Go on, waitress. I’ll take a cocktail.”

Kevin laughed, and even my husband found it hard to stifle a chuckle. I had no choice, getting out of the pool and walking towards the house.

“Oh, Elena? I’ll take my new bikini when you come back.”

The boys laughed. They had no understanding of how humiliating it was to have to ...

... present this no-money bitch with my prized bikini. No understanding of the fact that this bikini was an exclusive Dior product that even a woman of my stature had to go on a waiting list to acquire. It was like a piece of art you wear! But I suspected that the little bitch knew exactly what that bikini was worth.

I changed first, into a long white designer dress that brushed along the floor as I walked. I prepared the drinks - cocktails for me and that little bitch, beers for the boys. I carried the drink tray in one hand, my lovely gold bikini in the other.

When I returned to the backyard, Peta was lying on my sun lounger in Kevin’s arms. My husband sat nearby, listening attentively as the bubbly, curvy brunette told some story.

“I’ve got tired of waiting. Next time be faster, bitch,” she giggled, the boys laughing. I gave them their beers, then served Peta her cocktail. She held out her hand, wiggling her fingers.

“Gimme my trophy, loser girl,” she smirked.

Oh, how I scowled as I dropped my bikini into her open hand. Her smirk was killing me as she looked up at me. All snuggled up to Kevin, she said, “I think you’ll enjoy taking this off my body tonight, babe?”

“Hell yes,” he said, kissing her neck.

Seeing us like this, me serving drinks, my husband sitting near Peta’s feet while she and Kevin snuggled, you’d have thought this was their house, and WE were the guests.

As Peta turned in Kevin’s arms, the two passionately kissing, I looked at my husband. His ...