Katrina - Sex Stories

Katrina

... inquired.

"No, don't you remember?” Bree shot a quick suspicious look over to Matt, unsure if she should be going into this much detail in front of him. "When I sucked his cum out of you, I swallowed some of it, but there was a whole bunch of it in my hand. I was rubbing my clit and fingering myself with it, even when he was fucking me in the ass. It was everywhere. There was so much of it. It wasn't just your pussy covered in it.”

"No, I don't remember that. I guess I didn't notice. I was still pretty much riding on clouds when I saw him bend you over,” Katrina said. "But oh my god this is so exciting. We're both gonna be mommies to half siblings.”

Matt snapped. Not out loud. Somewhere in his head, something went off. As if he were no longer himself.

"Hey, I have to use your bathroom real quick,” Bree said while letting out a small laugh."You know how it is, shrinking bladder.”

"Definitely. But we're having some problems with the half bath in the hallway, just use the one in the master bedroom,” Katrina said.

Bree walked out of the room, giving a little elbow and smile to Matt."Cheer up dude,” she said before exiting.

Katrina got up and walked up to Matt. She waved a hand in front of his face, breaking his far off stare.

"You there?" she laughed. "I'm going to make us all some sandwiches.”

She walked the opposite way Bree had gone. Through the dining room to the kitchen, rather than through the foyer to the bedroom. Matt got up, turned, and ...

... headed to the bedroom. He didn't feel like he was in his body anymore. He felt like he was watching it move on its own. Something inside of him was off. He quickly made it to the bedroom and walked to the master bathroom door, which was cracked open. He stepped in, quickly closing the door behind him with a surprisingly quiet sound.

"What are you doing?" Bree exclaimed. Not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

She was sitting on the toilet with her jeans and panties pulled down to her ankles. Matt grabbed her and pulled her off the toilet, smacking her into the countertop. Her waist slightly bent over the sink as much as she could with her pregnant belly. He put a hand over her mouth and with the other, he grabbed a handful of her ass. She mumbled something.

"I'm sick of it,” he said. "I've never got to fuck my wife. We've been married for three fucking years. I'm raising one child that isn't mine because she fucked some mechanic shortly after we were married. Then she has a threesome with you and some other fucking dude.”

He went on in a frantic state.

"Last night I had to listen to my wife fuck some other dude all night long.”She could hear the frustration in his voice.“Now you swing by after months, and you're knocked up by the same fucker from the same night as my wife. A threesome, mind you. One that should have involved me and you and her. Not some fuck face you sluts met all sloppy drunk at a nightclub.”

She was listening to him. She wasn't struggling or ...