The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... eyes were locked on the couple, and I read his facial expression. Jealousy. At that moment, he would have loved to be Kevin, making out with the fun, bubbly, charismatic, busty Peta.

His obvious jealousy of Kevin had my anger simmering even more. I was the one married to the alpha here! Kevin was broke, and though attractive, was certainly not as hot as my husband. Watching Kevin draw envy from my husband, knowing that with the help of his girlfriend, he’d outwrestled my husband in the pool, I was boiling with fury. Peta and Kevin were going to learn their place. Tonight!

It had been an awkward afternoon. Kevin and Peta were all over each other. I scowled a lot and my husband looked worried - he knew he was in trouble with me and that made him extremely uneasy. It seemed like we were out there by that pool forever, but eventually, the sun began to set, and we headed inside.

It was time to take control.

“Alright,” I said, “We’ve had a fun afternoon. Now - my house rules.”

Peta yawned. “Ok, ok. We’ll listen to your rules. But first - I’ve been in this bikini all day. Can I get changed first?”

Frankly, I wanted her to get changed. I was sick of her damn bikini body.

“I’ll allow it,” I said.

With her gone, I tried to tell the boys a story - but I just didn’t hold their attention like Peta did. She was just so charismatic! By the time Peta returned, the boys were shooting pool.

“How do I look?”

Silence. My husband shuffled nervously. Kevin walked ...

... over to her like he was hypnotised.

“Oh, baby… You’re a goddess,” he breathed.

I stared at her. Yes, I had the better body. But that gold Dior bikini of mine looked tailor-made for her curves and milky white skin.

She twirled, then leapt into Kevin’s arms, kissing him while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Let’s go to bed right now,” Kevin breathed to her, and he placed her feet back on the ground.

But Peta wasn’t done having fun. She started strutting around the room, doing a freaking Elena impersonation. Unfortunately, she was a great impersonator. She had my voice perfectly, my walk, my poses.

“Hi, I’m Elena. I’m a Queen Bee rich bitch and I just loooove myself,” she mimicked. She posed, one leg bent, the other straight, a hand on her hip - my trademark pose.

“I’m soooooo hot that I wear designer dresses by the pool. Everyone’s having fun but I’m a stuck-up rich bitch and all I do is scowl and pout.”

My husband just couldn’t resist joining Kevin in raucous laughter. They found Peta’s spot-on impersonation to be hilarious.

“Stop having fun, everyone. I want to talk about my rules,” she continued in a voice that could easily be mistaken for my own.

She turned on the Bluetooth speaker, starting to sway her hips to the tunes. Kevin couldn’t join his bikini-clad girlfriend quick enough, dancing with her. I was beyond angry and was about to turn the speaker off. But I realised that’s exactly what Peta wanted. She wanted me to be the boring fun ...