The Houseguests - Sex Stories

The Houseguests

... and Kevin out. But that would mean I’d have to acknowledge to myself that I’d failed - I’d been unable to take control of my two house guests who were completely reliant on me! Without me, they had nothing, so it really shouldn’t be that hard to assert my authority over them.

I headed downstairs when I heard the sound of my treadmill in the gym area we’d created. I peered in. Peta.

She had her hair tied back. Tiny bicycle shorts on. White trainers. A black sports bra. Her headphones were in her ears as she jogged on the treadmill, little beads of sweat on her blemish-free, milky-white skin. She saw me, slowing her jog to a walk, pulling out her headphones and walking towards me with a big smile.

“Elena,” she greeted me warmly. “I realise I annoyed you yesterday. I hope I didn’t come off as unappreciative. I really do appreciate you letting us stay with you for a while.”

Before I could say anything, Peta was right in front of me, wrapping her surprisingly strong arms around me and pulling me in for a hug.

I don’t even know how to describe the feeling! I’d come down to do battle with the little bitch, and here she was, sugary sweet, disarming me with her big smile and now wrapping me up, her sweaty body pressed into mine. There was just something about it… I couldn’t bring myself to push her off me as her sweat transferred onto my body, her sweet perfume infiltrating my nose, my body held captive by hers.

The much shorter Peta leant up on her tippy toes, ...

... purring in my ear.

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

She planted a soft little kiss on my cheek, unwrapped her arms from around me, and skipped away.

It wasn’t the start to the day I was looking for. Peta in the shower having already completed a workout, me standing there with her sweat drying on my body.

I headed back toward my own bedroom, keen to shower myself and get her sweat off me.

“Grrrr,” I grumbled as I saw that Peta had kicked off her white trainers and socks on her way to the bathroom, leaving them in the middle of the floor. I simply couldn’t stand a mess - leaving clothes laying around was a big no-no in my house! I picked up her shoes and socks. And as soon as I did, it had me burning with anger again. I was walking up my own stairs with her sweaty socks and shoes in my hand.

I passed the bathroom, hearing the running water, and approached the guest room door, placing her shoes and socks at the door, when suddenly the door flew open.

“Oh hi, Elena. I was just going to join Peta in the shower.”

I looked up to see Kevin in nothing but his trunks. And even though I’d always found Kevin attractive - not as hot as my husband, but certainly nice to look at - he’d never looked as good as he did at that moment.

I tore my eyes away, my mind now going to Peta’s moans the previous night. I’d wondered if they were exaggerated just to piss me off - but now I was sure they weren’t. I had no doubt that Kevin fully satisfied his bitchy girlfriend.

I ...