The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... police, while she was the exciting life of the party. Well - I’d just have to beat her at her own game.

I took my husband’s hand and began to dance with him. I’d always been a talented dancer, and if Kevin and Peta had momentarily stolen my husband’s attention, I’d now won it back. I could feel his cock stiffening in his swim shorts as I grinded against him.

Finally, Peta, clad in MY bikini, was threatened. I saw it in her eyes. We both knew that despite her bubbly character and above-average body, I was physically superior - and with my body moving to the music, she knew she couldn’t compete. Even with her bikini body on display, me in my dress was the centre of attention, and when I reached for Kevin’s hand, pulling him towards me, I knew I finally had Peta where I wanted her. I smirked at her as I danced between the two men.

She looked down at the ground, and there was her foot standing on my dress.

“Get off it,” I growled.

“What?” she said innocently.

“Get your foot off my dress right now, Peta.” We all stopped dancing, Peta making a show of looking down at her foot.

“Oh geez, I’m sooooo sorry, Elena... I didn’t realise.” My anger boiled over.

“Move your fucking foot right now,” I yelled.

And just like that, Peta reached out a hand and pushed me, causing me to stumble back. I shrieked as I heard the rip - my dress splitting apart at the seams, leaving me exposed in basic, even boring bra and panties. I wrapped my arms around myself, ...

... embarrassed that Kevin and Peta would see me like that.

“Ooooh, poor Steven. By the looks of it, Elena wasn’t giving you any tonight,” she teased, Kevin laughing.

Peta looked pleased with herself as she sauntered up to Kevin, giving him a long, sexy kiss.

“My man is definitely getting some, though,” she purred.

As Peta and Kevin began to kiss their way toward the guest room, I stormed toward my room, my husband right behind me. We got into bed, my husband trying to cuddle me, but I slapped his arm away.

“I’ll tell them tomorrow they can’t stay,” he said quietly.

But I wasn’t having that. Peta had enjoyed a triumphant day in MY house, and as I laid in bed, furious at my husband for finding the rude little bitch so hilarious, the sound of Peta celebrating her day was filtering through my walls, making me all the more determined to teach her a lesson.

“Ohhh, Kevin, ohhh, mmmm, yeah…”

I had never been angrier, forced to lay there and listen to this horrible little bitch having sex in my house while my husband and I were arguing.

“Don’t tell them to leave,” I said angrily. “That little bitch isn’t going anywhere until she learns her place.”

I was sure that tomorrow, little miss Peta would be taught a lesson by me.

And so we lay there in silence, falling asleep to the sounds of Kevin and Peta making love.Chapter 2

It was a new day, and I’d woken up determined to bring little miss Peta under my control. This was MY house. Of course, I could have thrown her ...