Adultery UNFAITHFUL MOTHERS AND HOUSEWIVES --- stranger_women

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At least wasn't alone in visually feasting on my sister-in-law's voluptuous frame. Kareena was literally turning heads as she walked. It was as if she left a vapor trail behind her, exuding pheromones as she walked. Men all over the terminal, and some women, turned to stare at this babe strutting her stuff. And, although some women look at my sister-in-law's body with a mixture of appreciation or even desire, most of the women looked at Kareena with disgust, disgust at this slut so blatantly showing off her hot body. How dare this whore parade herself around so many taken men? The women in the terminal had to move around to make sure their men didn't catch sight of this smoking hot babe. But, most of the time, they failed, Kareena's pheromones were too potent to ignore. These women were forced to pull their men away before they stared for too long, their feet stuck to the floor.

"Hey babe." Priya said with a weary smile. She was clearly tired from the plane ride. She stepped in close and we hugged. Priya was dressed in comfortable, unflashy clothes, a pullover and a pair of sweat pants, dressed for comfort not style.

"Hey hon." I whispered in her ear, giving her a kiss on the cheek. As I did, I looked over to Kareena.

Even when dressed for travel she still dressed with style. A slut like her would never pass up an opportunity to highlight the goods. Her outfit was simple. A tight, clingy yellow blouse and a tight pair of jeans which molded to her lower half. A simple outfit, but affective in showing off her robust frame.

I looked up at her face, and her eyes met mine and held them. We shared a moment, our eyes locked together, acknowledging the tension between us, acknowledging what we were both thinking.

As I pulled back from my wife and studied my sister-in-law again I noticed something about her. Her smooth skin was glowing. Her nipples were throbbing underneath her blouse. Her fingers were moving, twitching. Her leg was bouncing lightly as she stood. She licked her lips in need. She looked like a junkie in need of a fix. She needed to feed her addiction. Her body was practically pulsing, throbbing with need. It was clear to everyone around what she needed.

Kareena needed to get fucked.

"How was the flight?" I asked my wife, turning away from her slut sister.

"Oh it was okay." Priya began, "but the..."

"Uh, Gaurav, you're not gonna say hi to me?" Kareena interrupted brattily.

"Oh, uh..." I stammered, still unsure how to talk to Kareena in front of Priya without giving anything away. Before I could do anything, Kareena approached me and stepped into my arms, forcing a hug upon me. Kareena took advantage and pushed herself against me tightly.

So, in front of my wife, my sister-in-law pressed herself against me, forcing her large, firm breasts into my chest so they ballooned out between us. Her chest was pressed so tightly against me I could feel her hard nipples digging into my chest. And sometimes with hugs, especially with people not very close, it was common for the hug to be dainty, not particular intimate, making sure the other person didn't feel anything they weren't supposed to. Not this hug though. Kareena stepped in and pressed herself close, no fear of intimacy or closeness. Her breasts forced outward and her belly pressed firmly against me, making sure she could feel my throbbing cock.

Before she left, Kareena commanded me to save myself for her, to wait and hold back and let my balls get filled to the brim with cum, awaiting her return. And, although I had been, uh, well cared for by my wife's best friend in my slut sister-in-law's absence, merely being in Kareena's presence had me supercharged for her. So now, my throbbing cock was pressed against my sister-in-law's belly, causing her to lightly moan, and she rubbed herself against me.

"I'm gonna destroy your dick." Kareena whispered in my ear. A shiver went down my spine.

The other men in the terminal stared at us, fuming with jealously that it was me that got to touch this perfect creature. Finally, an instant before this hug would seem to have lasted too long, Kareena stepped back, holding my gaze. I turned to look at Priya.

To most, this hug was clearly one of two reunited lovers, a clutch between two people too intimate to be merely strangers or two old friends. This was obviously a hug shared by two people who had no doubt been together in the past. And it was clear to any onlookers looking at this hug that the two people involved would no doubt be having sex as soon as they could. And the sex they would be having would be rough... and nasty. This fact would be clear to anyone.

Except for Priya. When I looked back at her, she merely smiled lightly and rolled her eyes, acknowledging how bitchy and pushy her sister could be but thinking this gesture was completely innocent. I simply smiled back, as if I shared the same feelings as her, but knowing it was me and Kareena that were really sharing the big secret. It was me and Kareena carrying out the illicit... immoral... secret... nasty... hot... sexy affair. It was Priya who was left on the outside, oblivious to what was really going on. My cock got harder.

"So, uh, anyway, how was the flight?" I asked.

"Oh, same old, same old. Just long and boring." Priya said as we began walking towards baggage pickup.

"How are your folks?" I asked.

"They're fine." Priya replied. "Nothing too crazy. I was glad to see them but I'm glad to be home." she said with a smile.

"Did, uh, you have fun at home, Kareena?" I asked, including her as she sauntered alongside us, my eyes jumping to her big boobs jiggling.

"Ugh, it was boring as hell." Kareena said, not holding anything back. "I just wanted to get back here. There's no fun there. All the fun stuff is here." she said, her eyes flicking at me.

Priya smiled at me, basically saying this is what she had to deal with all week. Her sister being a bitch, not afraid to show it, treating her sister like shit and making it clear she would rather be home hooking up with her boyfriend... me. My cock got harder.

We retrieved their luggage, Priya carrying her own while Kareena asked me 'politely' to carry hers since she just had her nails done. And again, my hot older sister-in-law's blatant bitchiness turned me on, so I was happy to comply.

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I loaded up the luggage in the trunk as Priya helped and Kareena simply got in the back seat, busying herself on her phone. Priya again rolled her eyes.

"She has been a joy." Priya said with a smile. I simply smiled back. As we got into the car, Priya spoke up again.

"We should go get lunch before we get home." Priya suggested. "I'm hungry."

"Uh yeah, sounds good." I replied.

"You hungry?" Priya asked Kareena. Kareena looked up, her eyes meeting mine in the rearview mirror.

"Starved." Kareena said, holding my eyes. I gulped and started driving.

I tried to focus on the road, I did, but Kareena made it hard. Every time I looked back, she was doing something. Either licking her lips, or doing the blowjob motion with her mouth. Or pulling down her blouse and showing off her cavernous cleavage. Or running her finger between her firm, fleshy orbs, gathering that sweet, tasty sweat that could only be found deep in a woman's cleavage and licking it from her finger. Priya was, of course, clueless to her sister's seduction from the back seat.

I was thankful for my own safety when we finally pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant. The three of us walked into the restaurant, Chili’s, with very different attitudes. Priya walked in, tired but happy, not a care in the world. Kareena walked in, absorbed with her phone, as bitchy and bratty as ever, arrogant in her superiority over her younger sister. And I walked in, unsure but turned on, hoping that I could hold this all together without messing it up.

We were seated by the hostess at a round table in the middle of the room. As we took our seats, Priya spoke up.

"I need to use the restroom." Priya said, "If the waiter comes, order me a glass of wine."

"Okay." I replied with a smile. As she walked away, I gulped, realizing for the first time in a week, I was alone with Kareena. As if on cue, as soon as Priya was out of the way, Kareena looked up from her phone, her eyes holding mine. For a few moments, she said nothing, the tension thick. Finally, she spoke up.

"I hope you don't plan on eating much." Kareena said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I said, I hope you don't plan on eating much." Kareena repeated, pausing dramatically, "Cause you'll be getting more than your fill of my pussy and asshole later."

I choked on my own spit and looked around to make sure no one heard her, only to see our waitress had just stepped up to our table, and judging by the uncomfortable look on her face, she had no doubt heard what Kareena had just said.

"Uh, hi guys, I'm Shradhha, your waitress." the pretty brunette waitress said, clearly a bit uncomfortable. "Do you guys want something to drink?"

"I'll just have a glass of water." I said, knowing I needed to keep my head clear. "And ..."

"Yes." Kareena began. "I'll have a glass of white wine. "And my little sister, his wife, wants a glass of water as well." she added, making sure this random waitress knew what was up, knew that I was having an affair with my sister-in-law. My face grew hot.

"Wait, uh, your uh..." the waitress said, trying to figure out the nature of our relationship. Finally, her eyes grew wide, and she figured it out. I looked away from her.

"Wait, uh..." I began, knowing my wife didn't want water.

"That's all." Kareena said, cutting me off, looking at me. She smiled at the waitress and nodded knowingly. The waitress shook her head and flashed a smile before turning away.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"What?" Kareena said, putting on a sickeningly sweet smile. "Isn't it so much better when everyone knows? When even random strangers know you're banging your sister-in-law but your dumb-ass wife still can't figure it out? Isn't it so much better that way? Isn't it so much hotter that way?" she said, slipping her bare foot out of her flip-flop and pressing it between my legs, against the bulge in my pants. I grunted in pleasure.

"Kareena, this is such a bad idea." I replied.

"Mmm, that makes it so much better, doesn't it?" she said, sitting up straight, pressing her large breasts against the table, showing off her mile long cleavage. "And besides, I think that waitress knows the score. Look at her."

Kareena and I turned to look at our waitress. She was a stunning woman, probably around 20 or so, shiny black hair in a pony-tail. She had a great body, a nice round ass and full breasts. She seemed friendly as she delivered food to another table.

"Look at her, she's gorgeous, but she seems so sweet and friendly. Her body is great, but you can tell she still doesn't know how to use it. She lacks that... confidence... that comes with experience. She's probably still a bit dainty and unsure. She has all the tools to be grade-A slut, like myself, and I'm sure she dreams of being one, but she's not quite there yet. So I wouldn't be worried about her giving anything away. Girls like her idolize bitches like me. Even though she's young, she knows enough to just watch a master at work and take notes. She'll spend the rest of the meal watching me, learning from me. She'll see me stroking your cock with my foot. She'll see me drop hints about our affair in front of my brainless little sister and have her not notice a thing. She'll watch me show off my body to you brazenly, flirt like crazy, make it clear to any idiot that we are lovers and still your wife won't notice. And our cute little waitress will watch and take notes and really learn how a slut takes control of the situation. She probably only knows the basics of sex right now, but after today, after watching me at work, I give her... two months... two months before she has a guy on his knees eating her butthole."

"Jesus, Kareena." I muttered, in awe of how casual she could be about something like this. I looked over to see her reach over and grab Priya's purse. I saw her start going through it and slipping some cash from her purse and into her own.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"You'll see." Kareena replied wickedly. I simply shook my head at this, and moments later, Priya returned to the table, clueless to what had gone on in her absence. She smiled at me as the waitress appeared at our table.

"Alright, a water for you, sir." The waitress said, handing me a glass. She turned to Kareena. "A glass of wine for you." Shradhha said, setting down a wine-glass in front of Kareena. "And, a water for you ma'am." she said to Priya, causing her eyebrows to scrunch.

"Hey guys, I said I wanted wine." she said in confusion.

"Oh, sorry sis. Must have got distracted." Kareena said, glancing at me and the waitress slyly. Shradhha smiled nervously.

"Sorry, ma'am... you want wine too?" Shradhha asked apologetically.

"White, please." Priya added.

"Just bring a bottle." Kareena added.

"Okay." Shradhha said, "Are you guys ready to go, or do you need a little more time?"

"Uh, if you guys are ready, go ahead. I'll look at the menu a bit more." Priya said, flipping it open.
"Uh, c'mon." Kareena muttered under her breath. Priya glanced at her and rolled her eyes.

"I'll just have the, uh, steak. Medium well." I said, distracted. Shradhha took down the order and turned to Kareena.

"I'll just have the Italian salad." Kareena said.

"That's my favorite." Shradhha chirped. "We make a homemade dressing here. It's awesome."

"Good. I'm sure you know the sacrifices a girl has to make to stay trim." Kareena began. "If we have to eat salads all the time, the least you can ask for is that it tastes good."

"Tell me about it." Shradhha replied amiably. "The last thing I need is to be surrounded by food when I'm trying to stay in good shape. Between this and the hotel, I barely have time to get to the gym."

"You work two jobs?" Kareena asked.

"Uh, yeah. I work some shifts over at one of the hotels downtown when I have days off from here. It pays the bills, but it, uh, keeps me busy." Shradhha replied. She glanced at Priya, seeing if she was ready to order, but she was still looking at the menu.

"You could learn something from her." Priya joked without looking up from her menu. She glanced up just in time to see Kareena give her the finger. Priya smiled, and the waitress laughed nervously.

"I don't work." Kareena explained. "My boyfriend spoils me." she added, glancing at me, giving Shradhha the message. "I'm guessing that reeks hell on your dating life."

"You have no idea. I haven't had a good... uh, date in awhile. And besides, you know what they say, all the good ones are taken." Shradhha replied casually.

"Tell me about it." Kareena replied with a wicked smile, glancing at the waitress. The waitress blushed nervously.

"A burger sounds really good right about now." My wife spoke up, unaware of the communications going on between Kareena and our pretty waitress. Priya explained how she wanted her burger.

"Great." Shradhha said, pocketing our order. "I'll be back with your wine." she added, stepping away.

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Me, Kareena, and Priya fell into a conversation about their visit with their parents, and I mostly stayed quiet and listened, partially because that's what good husbands do while when their wife has a lot to say, and also due the fact that Kareena's bare foot was slowly, agonizingly stroking my cock through my pants. Slowly. Insistently. It was hard to stay focused on the conversation. I looked over at Kareena, biting her lip, unable to hide her wicked smile as she focused on pleasuring me.

"So Aunt Pammi didn't leave a will." Priya began, talking about her now late aunt, whose death had spurred this trip back home. "So most of our time was spent at her house, cleaning it out, donating stuff to charity."

"We did take some good stuff." Kareena interjected, digging a bit deeper into my cock with her foot.

"Well, I know it sounds bad, but it was kinda a lot of fun picking stuff out to take." Priya began, "but despite everything, she did have a lot of interesting things at her place."

"Like what?" I asked. As I did, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. As I listened to my wife, I slipped my hand into my pocket and took at my phone. I glanced at it and saw that I had a text from Kareena. I glanced at her as my wife kept talking, and her smooth lips curled wickedly. The text had only three words.

"Take it out"

As soon as my wife glanced away, I looked at Kareena pointedly, wordlessly asking if she was serious. But the glint in her eye told me she was. Without letting my wife see, I shook my head slightly. Her eyes narrowed and her foot dug into my jean-covered dick firmly, annoyed that I dare disobey one of her commands. Such entitlement. Such arrogance. God, this woman knew what I liked.

Knowing it was a phenomenally stupid thing to do, I pushed myself a little closer to the table. As my wife droned on about who knows what, I let one hand fall to my lap, and gulping deeply, not believing I was actually about to do this, I unbuttoned my jeans and lowered my zipper. Kareena's foot dug deeper, eager to have her bare foot against my bare cock. Kareena smiled wickedly as we shared this moment, my wife of course not noticing a thing. I reached into my pants and underwear and took a grasp of my throbbing cock. Having to shift my entire body to allow my cock to get freedom, I did so slowly, afraid this motion would be too obvious for any idiot not to notice. But not my wife, who kept speaking, smiling naively as she powered through her conversation. But now, my cock was under the table, exposed to the air, and very soon, my sister-in-law's insistent foot. I grunted as Kareena jammed her foot into my shaft, and smiling evilly at me, her foot stroked my thick cock.

I was barely listening to my wife, looking at her but not paying attention. I was biting my lip, sweat forming on my brow as Kareena's bare foot brought me more pleasure than my wife's vagina ever had. This situation was so wrong. So evil. So hot. It was a wonder no one had noticed.

I glanced around the room, and saw that the only one who seemed to be looking at us was our waitress, Shradhha. As soon as I looked over at her, she looked away, hoping not be caught. Kareena was right. Shradhha knew the score. She knew exactly what was going on here.

The fact that the waitress wasn't disgusted by what me and Kareena were doing told me she was on our side. Kareena's instant evaluation was completely right. Shradhha was a slut in waiting. And by studying Kareena, she was watching a master at work.

For a few minutes, I just smiled and nodded at my wife as her hotter older sister took me to the edge with her foot as she smiled smugly. This went on for a bit before Kareena spoke up.

"Did you ever go to Pammi Aunty’s house, Gaurav?" she asked perkily.

"Uh, what? Uh, um, no I never went there." I stammered, unsure of what Kareena was getting at.

"Oh, luckily, I took some pictures." Kareena said, her eyes flashing at me. Before I could react, Kareena removed her foot from my cock and stood up. For a moment, the fog of pleasure left my head. That was until Kareena sauntered over to me, phone in hand, her boobs jiggling as she moved. She kneeled next to me so she could show me these pictures.

 

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"Here, take my phone, babe." she whispered, handing her phone to me.
Kareena made sure her little sister's attention was focused on the phone and her hubby. And not on Kareena's free hand, so she wouldn't notice her hand snake into my lap. If she did happen to notice, she would probably just think she had her hand was on my thigh. A bit intimate for two in-laws, but still justifiable. I had no question where her hand was going, but I couldn't help but jerk a bit when I felt my sister-in-law's fingers snake around my pulsing shaft.

"You got a good grip on that?" Kareena whispered hotly, gripping my cock.

"Uh yeah, I got it." I stammered, holding up the phone, glancing at my wife to make sure she didn't notice anything. She simply smiled at us. I had to stop from rolling my eyes at her. How could she not notice this stuff?

"Take a look." Kareena said, taking the opportunity to give my cock one firm stroke.

"Aaah, hmpgh!" I said, turning a groan of pleasure into a cough so my wife wouldn't notice. With Kareena guiding me to the correct set of photos, I waited for them to load, expecting to see a picture of a nice house on the lake.

That is not what I saw.

The first picture I saw was a self-picture of Kareena, of course, lifting a tight top over her massive breasts, flashing the viewer her juicy jugs.

"Uh, wow." I said in awe. It had only been a week or so since I had seen those tits, but God it felt so right to see them again. They always seemed even more massive than I remembered. So round, and full, and perky, nipples rock hard. All of this was set off by her stupidly flat belly and smooth, tan skin. She was fucking perfect.

"Nice huh?" Priya asked, thinking we were looking at the nice lake house.

"Yeah." I croaked out. "They, uh, it's perfect."

"Keep looking." Kareena said quietly into my ear, giving my cock a rewarding stroke. I swiped my finger on the screen, scrolling to the next picture.

The next picture was of Kareena in a slinky black dress, hugging her lush frame. It was low-cut, of course, barely containing her massive rack. She was posing hotly, her long legs exposed, looking firm in her high heels. Kareena felt my cock jump in her hand. She gave me another, slow agonizing stroke.

The next photo was another self-shot, Kareena with her back to the mirror, wearing a black g-string and nothing else. This allowed the photo to show off her smooth, firm, tight body, her sexy tan flesh and the ripe jutting cheeks of her fucking perfect ass. I loved this look on a girl. Such a relaxed, simple yet sexy look. Using a small piece of fabric to highlight some of her best features. So many times I've seen this kind of outfit on my busty sister-in-law, sliding out of bed after a rough fuck session, slipping on a thong as she sauntered around, driving me wild.

I scrolled to the next photo and I gulped. It was a full-on view of Kareena's ass. She was on all fours, naked, ass-cheeks spread, showing off her asshole and pussy to me.

"Tasty looking, huh?" she asked. Kareena's hand was now soaked with pre-cum as her hand slowly stroked my dick.

"Yeah." I grunted.

"What?" Priya asked.

"Oh, it's a picture of us at dinner." Kareena said.

"Oh yeah, that was good." Priya chirped naively.

"It sure was." Kareena smiled wickedly.

"Budge over, let me see." Priya said, moving to stand.

"Uh, be patient sis. Jesus." Kareena said, quickly annoyed. Priya scrunched her eyes at her sister and sat back down, hurt and annoyed by this brush-off.

I scrolled to the next picture. It was Kareena and Priya on the beach, clad in swimsuits, posing together.
"Amazing." I mumbled.

"Great, huh?" Priya asked.

"Perfect." I replied, barely paying attention.

"Well, we still own the place. Maybe we can visit sometime." Priya said.

"I can't wait to, uh, experience it." I said. I could feel Kareena smile.

"Hey sis." Kareena began, her busy hand still hidden to my sister. "You should go grab those photo albums you grabbed from Pammi's place."

"Oh, it can wait till later." Priya said. "I don't want to get food on them."

"Oh, c'mon, sis." Kareena plead. "I bet Gaurav is really interested in seeing them. Dying to see them. They're packed full, I bet he really wants to set his eyes on them."

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I glanced at Kareena's jiggling cleavage.

"Uh, okay, I guess." Priya replied. She was so naïve to the obvious sexual tension between me and her older sister, but even she could notice the odd wording of Kareena's statement. But Priya didn't think twice about it. She took a sip of her drink, pushed back, and stood up.

"I'll be back in a minute." she said with a smile. Me and Kareena watched her turn and walk away, and as soon as she was out of sight, we could finally let our guard drop slightly.

"Fuck, Kareena." I whispered, my head falling back.

"You like that?" Kareena said, her stroking becoming more vigorous. Not too obvious as to gather attention, but if anyone was looking, they would probably know what's up. "You like your sister-in-law stroking your cock in front of your idiot wife? My dumbass little sister?"

"Fuck yeah, I do." I grunted out quietly, looking around to make sure no one noticed.

"Gaurav," Kareena began, whispering in my ear. "You have no idea what I'm gonna do to you. What I'm gonna make you do to me..." She paused again. "Look at my lips." I glanced up, at her plump, glossy lips.

"These lips, your wife's older sister's lips, will be wrapped around your fat shaft as soon as I get the chance. And then..." she whispered huskily, her hand speeding up. "I will force your thick, pulsing cock into my bare... naked... wet... tight... filthy cunt."

"Oh God." I moaned to myself, a shiver of lust coursing through me.

"Then, I will bury your shaft into my sweet, tight asshole." she continued. "I haven't had sex in a week. Do you know how hard that is for a girl with this kinda body?" she paused again, and I shivered. "I will drain a week's worth of cum from your balls until they are completely empty. And you will give me every orgasm I deserve, every orgasm you owe me, all the cums I need to make up for lost time, until your marital bed, the bed you share with my sister, is soaked with my cum."

"Oh fuck!" I groaned, ready to cum as Kareena stroked my dick furiously, trying to get me off. My neck tightened and my head fell against Kareena's massive breasts. My eyes flicked open as Kareena gave me longer, slower, firmer strokes, and I looked up just in time to see Shradhha, our waitress, standing directly in front of us. She was wordless, almost gawking at us.

Kareena took great joy in making what she was doing obvious to our pretty waitress. Her arm motions became more pronounced, she added a bit more swivel to her torso, causing her breasts to really jiggle. The waitress saw her pumping her fist in my lap, and my head rolling in pleasure. Only an idiot wouldn't put the pieces together.

Shradhha was rooted to the spot, blushing but unable to look away. She wasn't panting with pleasure from the blatant eroticism of the situation, but she was not disgusted by this either.

"Go ahead, Shradhha." Kareena said with a wicked smile.

"Uh..." Shradhha stammered, "Your, uh, food is here." she finished, gesturing to the tray of food next to her.

"Go ahead." Kareena repeated. "Serve us."

I glanced at the waitress. She tried to do her job, but she couldn't stop looking at us. If my mind was clear, I would be petrified, but somehow, the naughtiness of this, doing something so filthy in public, was a huge turn-on. I watched as the waitress set the food on the table, first Kareena's salad at her seat, followed by my wife's burger. Kareena knew Shradhha was delaying putting food in front of me, but she kept stroking me, waiting for her to approach. Finally, Shradhha grabbed my plate and moved towards us. As she got next to Kareena to set my plate down, Shradhha finally just had to look down. Kareena pulled my cock forward from under the table, showing off my married dick to the waitress. For a second, she was fiercely riveted to the sight, my sister-in-law's hand furiously stroking my thick shaft, now coated with my pre-cum. Kareena looked at the younger woman, gauging her reaction. Shradhha studied it for a few moments before her eyes flicked upward. This caught Kareena's attention, and she met Shradhha's gaze, revealing that Shradhha had noticed my wife re-entering the building. Kareena finally had to stop, pulling her soaked hand from my lap before Priya noticed. Kareena stood up straight, re-pocketing her phone and moving back to her side of the table.

"Enjoy your meal." Shradhha stammered nervously, stepping back.

"I will." Kareena said confidently. Shradhha turned and walked away quickly.

"Mmmm, this looks good." Priya said, taking her seat, setting down and album between us.

"Sure does." Kareena said. I looked up, just in time to see her stick her finger in her mouth, gathering my cum along her tongue. I shivered, and my wife was oblivious.

"I am so hungry." Priya began, about to grab the burger and take a bite, when her phone beeped, telling her she had a text. She set her burger down and retrieved her phone.

"Uh, it's Jacqueline. I love the girl, but she has been texting me all the time since I left. I wish she had found something better to do when I was gone." Priya said off-hand.

I gulped. Jacqueline had been very busy during her absence.


"Did you meet up with her?" Priya asked. "She said something like she had met up with you. Like you shared a glass of wine?" she asked. Kareena looked at me, trying to ascertain the situation, a hint of suspicion in her eyes. A shot of panic ran through me, but I thought fast.

"Uh, yeah, I went to get a drink after work and ran into her there, so I bought her a drink. That's it. Nothing much." I said.

"Oh. That's nice." Priya said with a smile.

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I glanced at Kareena, and saw that her look of suspicion had passed. She didn't suspect anything about the second affair I had been carrying out. But if something as off-hand as this comment made her suspect something, I knew I had to be careful, not give Kareena any reason to suspect a thing.

"Ugh, I don't get why you like that girl. Her goody-goody act irritates the shit out of me. There's something up with her." Kareena replied.
"You're always so mean to her, Kareena." Priya said. "I wish you'd give her a chance."

"Uh, I'd rather kill myself." Kareena replied.

Kareena and Jacqueline were cordial to each other but nothing more. They just seemed to be so totally different that they had nothing in common. Jacqueline always came across as fun and generous and giving, while Kareena came across like a straight-up bitch. I now knew they were more similar than either of them realized.

Kareena's foot returned to work as we began our meal. I could not think straight. I needed to fuck Kareena. I needed her fucking body. I needed to fill this crazy bitch with my cum. Soon. Part of me wanted to throw her on the table, rip her clothes off, and feast on her juicy tits. But, I kept my head straight. I was forced to pay attention to show off boring pictures in this scrapbook, photo album thing, but every thought I had was poisoned with thoughts of sex with Kareena.

I reached down and pushed Kareena's foot away from my crotch before stuffing my pulsing shaft into my pants and zipping up. "I just, uh, need to go to the bathroom." I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin, pushing back my chair and standing up. I turned away from my wife so she wouldn't see the bulge in the front of my pants. I only let the rest of the room take notice.

I had to go to the restroom, clear my head, splash water on my face, let my cock settle down a bit. I had to be more focused, more controlled, more careful. I only got a few steps away when I heard...

"That sounds like a good idea." Kareena began. "I have to go, too."

I tensed up and gulped as I heard this. I kept walking towards the back slowly, not looking back, knowing I was being followed. I could practically feel Kareena's eyes on me, a few steps behind, eyeing me like prey. I couldn't give into her. I had to get my head straight. I couldn't let Priya notice. I couldn't be so reckless.

I walked down the little hallway towards the bathroom. As I turned the knob of the door, I pushed it open long enough to recognize it was one of those one person restrooms as opposed to a few stalls and a wall of urinals. But I didn't have time to take stock before I was pushed forward into the restroom. I heard the door shut and lock, and as I turned around, I was attacked.

In a whirlwind, before I could even react, my back slammed into the far wall, a pair of soft, plump lips pressed roughly into mine, and a sinewy tongue entered my mouth. As my daze cleared and I felt a pair of huge breasts pressing into my chest, I realized I should have known Kareena would try something. I fell into this forced embrace, my tongue mashing against my sister-in-law's tongue as we made out furiously. She pressed herself into me, making sure I felt her lush body against mine and making sure she felt my bulging cock against her belly.

"Wait, wait, wait!" I said, pushing Kareena away. She chewed her lip as she looked at me hungrily. "Kareena, we can't do this! We'll get caught."

"That's what makes it fun." Kareena said, smiling wickedly. "You have no idea how fucking hot it is to fuck in public. To make the whole world hear you scream. To not be able to control yourself any longer, when the teasing and flirting stops and you just HAVE to do it!"

"You've done it before?" I asked.

"Gaurav, don't forget... I'm a slut." Kareena said. "Your sister-in-law is a huge slut. You have no idea the things I've done. But the idea of me and you fucking in the bathroom while my brainless little sister waits like a moron... us moaning and cumming and everyone out there knows what we're doing except for your dumbass wife."

"This is so wrong." I replied, throbbing for my sister-in-law. God, I wanted her body, but now was not the time. Right?

"What's wrong is the fact that my ugly little sister gets to hog your giant cock!" Kareena argued. "A flat-chested idiot like her gets to have a ring on her finger while a big-titted slut like me doesn't. An ugly, stupid bitch like your wife has permission to be in your bed on a nightly basis, while a whore like me has to sneak around. A dumb, nasty, annoying little bitch... mmmmpphhhh!"

Before she could finish her thought, my lips were on hers. I couldn't resist any longer. Her casual, venom-filled insults levied against my wife, her sister, was just a huge fucking turn on. I forced her back till her back hit the wall next to the sink. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our lips collided furiously, my tongue in her mouth as we sloppily made out. One of my hands grabbed her behind her knee and lifted her leg off the ground, allowing our clothed crotches to grind against each other. My other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it greedily.

We ground against each other furiously and our hands were on each other. A week's worth of passion was exploding as we touched each other. I slipped the hand that was squeezing her ass into her jeans, wanting to touch her bare ass-cheek. One of her hands slid down my chest and squeezed my swollen cock, aching to be inside her again.

As my hand greedily squeezed her juicy ass, my other hand wanted something to grab hold of. As me and Kareena passionately made out, I lost control. I pushed against her roughly and lifted her onto the sink, plopping her down roughly. My hand grabbed at the hem of her shirt roughly. I pulled it up, first exposing her flat fit belly and sexy belly button. I pulled at her top roughly, lifting it and her bra over her mountainous breasts. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked down.

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Finally. It had been a week since I had seen my sister-in-law's rack in the flesh, and now, just like that, there they were, in front of me. Still so round, and smooth, and insanely perky. And soft. And tan. And huge. They were just perfect in every way. And her nipples were rock-hard, just begging for a mouth. And now that they were within reach, all thoughts of stopping, all thoughts of resistance, just sort of disappeared. My hands were on autopilot. I ran them across her flat belly, taking joy in her smooth, tan skin before finally, blessedly taking her giant boobs into my hands once again.

I gave the ripe flesh of my sister-in-law's massive breasts a firm squeeze. And the sensation of that soft, silky flesh between my fingers, the only way I could describe it was like I was a drug addict feeling, getting my fix, feeling the pleasure coursing through my entire body, taking me to a different plane of existence. That's how good Kareena's tits were.

As I immersed my hands in her rack, I couldn't help but let my face follow, smothering myself in her warm, soft breasts. I scrubbed my face against her massive melons, delighting in the sensation.

"God, they're so big!" I marveled, my voice muffled in her cleavage. I would never get over their size, how big my sister-in-law's breasts were, and how tiny her little sister's were in comparison. Kareena literally got all of the tits between the two. "They seem bigger than the last time I saw them." I added, before my mouth finally opened and took in her hard nipple.

"Mmm, I know. They've needed your mouth. I've been dying for this." Kareena moaned, forcing her tits outward, forcing the soft flesh against my face. "God, keep sucking. Use your married mouth and keep sucking your wife's older sister's tits!"

I kept sucking, flicking her hard nipple with my tongue, dragging the length of my tongue against it. And my hands kept squeezing, never getting enough of her juicy rack.

"I could do this all day!" I said, my voice muffled again as my mouth kept working. I knew if I let myself, I literally could do this all day, but I knew better. We didn't have much time.

At the same instant, she moved to act as well. We were clearly on the same page. In a furious rush, she jumped down from the sink and spun around, facing the mirror. Both of our hands went to her jeans. She unbuckled and unzipped, and we both yanked at the tight denim, pulling it down halfway down her thighs. Now, my wife's older sister's thong clad ass was staring me in the face. Instinctively, I knelt forward and planted a quick kiss on Kareena's ass before standing up straight. As I did, Kareena, in one smooth motion, yanked her tiny red thong down to her thighs, now exposing her bare ass to me. She bent forward, hands on the sink, looking over her shoulder at me, starting me down, willing me to take action.

With no hesitation, I pulled open my belt and unzipped myself. Reaching down, I pulled out my throbbing shaft, and as if made to do so, once it settled after leaving my pants, it poised itself in place, pointing directly at my sister-in-law's bare cunt.

Giving myself a few strokes before moving forward, I grabbed her hip with one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. I placed the tip at the entrance to her cunt, our skin touching, about to relieve the tension built during our week apart. I bent forward, ready to drive myself into her tight cunt, when...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hey! Hurry up, dude! You've been in there like ten minutes." A burly voice said from on the other side of the locked door. For a second, pure anger flashed across my face. Why couldn't this guy be cool? Why couldn't he just let me fuck this slut in peace? I looked at Kareena. She looked like she wanted this as badly as I did, but she wasn't stupid. We couldn't do this with a guy right outside, slamming on the door while I would be slamming into her.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"Hey! I know someone's in there! Hurry up, man!"

I saw that bratty, arrogant annoyance that I loved so much flash across her face, and both knowing what we had to do, we pulled ourselves apart. Angrily, we re-clothed ourselves, me stuffing my shaft back into place, while Kareena pulled up her thong and her pants and stuffed her giant melons back under her shirt. We looked at each other as we did so, knowing that this was just a temporary delay on the road to our inevitable copulation.

We moved to the door, and before I grabbed the knob, Kareena pulled me in for a fierce kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine, and our tongues started to mash against each other again. My hands went up on instinct and began squeezing at her boobs before...

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

We both pulled back, her licking her lips as she did so. Finally, angrily, I grabbed the door knob and pulled it open.

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An older man with a mustache was standing there, caught off guard that the door was now open. He stared me down for a second before I stepped back, allowing Kareena to exit. "Dude! C'mon! Seriously, dude!" the guy said, disgusted by our ill manners. "I'm telling the manager." he added, as if we were really in for it now.

"Go fuck yourself!" Kareena replied snottily, rolling her eyes before adding, "Dude!" I followed behind, eager to avoid a confrontation.

We made our way back to the table, everything in place, looking like we hadn't been poised to fuck mere minutes ago.

"What's going on? You guys okay?" Priya asked. "You were gone awhile."

Before I could reply, Kareena spoke up.

"There was some jerkoff back there being a dick. Kinda delayed things." she said.

"Oh." Priya said. I watched her, wondering if she would ask more questions, if she suspected something was up. I studied her face, till a smile appeared, and she said. "Okay. Weird." she said, clueless. As we sat down, I looked at Kareena, and noticed her evil smile. We had gotten away with something here, something we had no right to get away with. Looking at Kareena, I could tell her mind was spinning, thinking of new kinds of trouble she could get up to.

As we finished up our meal, I looked over at the mustache guy complaining to Shradhha. He was pointing at us angrily, and Shradhha was listening and nodding. Finally, she made her way over to us, bill in hand. But I wasn't worried. Shradhha hadn't stopped us thus far. She wasn't going to do anything now. And I was right. She came over, glanced at me and Kareena with a smile, and simply set the check down.

"Thanks for coming guys!" Shradhha said. "I was glad to have you."

"Oh. Thanks." Priya replied.

I reached for the check, but before I could, Kareena beat me to it.

"I'll get it." Kareena said. Priya looked at her sister, flummoxed.

"What?" Priya said. "What happened to my sister? What happened to the Kareena I know? You never pay."

"First of all, fuck you." Kareena said. "Secondly, I had a good time. I can pay... but don't get used to it."

Kareena reached into her designer bag and pulled out her wallet. Making a show of it, Kareena opened her wallet and flipped through the stack of bills. I glanced at her, knowing that most of that money had come from my wife's purse.

"Wow. Where's all that come from?" Priya asked.

"My boyfriend knows how to treat a girl right. He knows enough to keep her bank account, and other things, well filled." Kareena replied.

"Eww, sis." Priya said. "When are we gonna meet this mystery guy anyway?"

"In time." Kareena said. "I'm sure you'll like him." she added, glancing up at me.

Kareena took a few bills and put them in the slipcase for the check. She then took a pen and wrote something on the bill.

"What are you writing?" I asked.

"Oh, just giving our waitress a very personal thanks. Along with a nice big tip." Kareena added with a smile. Just as she did, Shradhha appeared next to us, and Kareena handed her the bill.

"Keep the change." Kareena said, as if dismissing her.

"Thanks!" Shradhha replied.

Minutes later, I was driving home with Kareena and Priya. Priya's plan was to unload stuff and then drive Kareena home, but somehow I knew things wouldn't be so simple. With Kareena, it never was.
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"Ahh, it feels good to be home." Priya said, carrying some luggage as she walked through the front door. She carried her bags to the bedroom as me and Kareena entered the house. I was carrying some of Priya's bags as well, and Kareena just sauntered in, not bothering to help, simply texting on her phone. The only thing she was carrying was her jiggling tits.

Glancing to make sure my wife was out of sight, I set down my wife's bags in the hall, knowing there were two things more in need of some heavy lifting.

I pushed myself into Kareena from behind, rubbing my bulging prick into her jean covered ass-crack. Pressing myself into her, I ran my hands up her firm, flat belly till I immersed my palms in her gigantic rack. Cupping her giant jugs in my hands, I gave them a firm squeeze through her thin blouse. I squeezed over and over again. They were just so soft and firm. They were just begging to be squeezed at all times. I could feel her throbbing nipples in my palms as my I squeezed her prodigious chest.

Kareena tossed her phone on the couch and fell against me, her body collapsing into mine. Her arms rose and she dug her nails into my scalp.

"Mmmmm, I need you so bad." Kareena moaned out in a harsh whisper.

"I want your body." I whispered into Kareena's ear.

"Do you?" Kareena replied, pressing her tits outward into my greedy palms. "Tell me! Tell me what you want."

"I want you naked." I began, giving her breasts another firm squeeze. "I want to feel your sweaty flesh against mine." Squeeze. "I want your breasts in my palms, skin to skin." Squeeze. "I want your ass." Squeeze. "I want your tight pussy." Squeeze. "I want to fuck you as hard as I can, any way you want it." Squeeze. "I want to make you cum."

"God, I want to fuck you now." Kareena moaned quietly. Before I could react, she spun around and pulled me into a fierce kiss. I pressed her into the wall, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue battled with mine as we fell into a deep French-kiss, a lover's kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine as we lost ourselves in the moment. My hands found her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as her hands slipped into my pants, circling around my thick shaft. She began slowly stroking me again. Our lips smacked and sucked against each other. If this lasted just a few seconds longer, we would have lost all control. But before that could happen...

"Hey." Priya called out from down the hall. Reluctantly, I pulled back from my slutty sister-in-law. She chewed her bottom lip and looked at me, her eyes glassy with lust. I glanced around the corner to see my wife approaching. "Why'd you set my bags down there?" she asked.

"Oh, I uh, got distracted." I replied. "I'll get them." I said, glancing at Kareena as she smiled slightly. Acting like a good husband, I grabbed my wife's luggage and took them to our bedroom. Once I was there, I looked around and was once again reminded of all the good things my wife had given me. I was once again filled with regret for what I was doing, but my dick was still throbbing for Kareena.

I made my way back out to rejoin my wife and her sister. As I reached the living room, Priya called out from the kitchen.

"Hey, I'm gonna call Mom. Let her know we made it home." Priya said.

"Whatever." Kareena replied snottily, texting from the couch.

"Okay." I replied. Kareena looked up at me as I approached. I sat next to her and she turned to look at me.

"I know how hard it is for a man." Kareena began, "To go without pleasure for so long, especially when you really need it." she said, leaning close, putting her hand on my stomach. "But don't worry, I'm here now to make it all better." Her hand went to my zipper and began to unzip me.

"Kareena, what are you doing? Priya is, like, ten feet away!" I asked nervously.

"Mmm, don't worry. Mom and Priya both love to just blather on for fucking ever. We have more than enough time for me to help you take the edge off." she purred. Slowly, teasingly, she grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. She unbuttoned my fly and slithered down to her knees in front of me.

Getting between my legs, she reached into my pants and once again fished out my hard throbbing cock.

"Kareena, this is so wrong." I grunted for what felt like the millionth time. She had my dick in her hand, the thick meat towering upward, dripping with lust. She began to stroke it lightly.

"And that's what makes it so good, baby." Kareena whispered. Meeting my eyes, she began to lean forward, descending towards my rock hard dick. Kareena's mouth opened, and just as I felt her breath against the tip of my cock, ready to give me it the pleasure it so needed...

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Kareena paused and looked up at me, wanting to see how I would respond to the doorbell ringing.

"Hon, can you get that?!" Priya called out, interrupting her phone conversation. I looked down at Kareena, annoyed at being interrupted yet again.

"Yeah." I called out angrily. Kareena rolled her eyes in annoyance as she leaned back to let me stand up. I zipped myself up and made myself presentable, trying to make sure it wasn't evident I had a massive erection at the moment. Kareena got back on her feet as I strode annoyed towards the front door, eager to turn this interrupter away. I reached down to the doorknob and pulled it open quickly. And once I saw who was behind the door, there was only one thing I could think of:

I was fucked.

"Hey!" Jacqueline said, smiling brightly at my doorstep. Panic immediately gripped me and I responded quickly.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered harshly.

"What?" she asked, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "Can't a girl stop in and catch up with her best friend?"

I looked at her pointedly, communicating to her how dangerous this was. Before I could stop her, she stepped past me, into my home, a place she had come to be very familiar with in my wife's absence.

Despite her being the last person I needed to see at the moment, I had to admit she looked fucking amazing. Typically, she wore bright, attractive colors, colors that matched her bright, positive attitude. Bright, pastel colors, thin, airy sundresses and the like, outfits warm and welcoming. Not today. Today, she wore dark colors, as if she had accepted the darkness within her. She wore a tight black top, which molded to her, clinging to her massive breasts, her thin, fit belly, and showing off a hint of her juicy cleavage. She wore dark, tight jeans, which clung to her firm legs and spectacular ass. She wore some high-heeled sandals, which accentuated her look to perfection. Gone was the typical, warm friendly, welcoming young woman, and its place, a very adult, sophisticated, modern slut.

Her heels clicked as she entered the house. She walked in and looked into the living room, looking for her best friend, but instead seeing Kareena. Kareena was now standing, awaiting this invader, looking at her with barely-reserved disdain.

I was panicking. My worlds were colliding. My two mistresses were now face-to-face, together in the same house as my wife. I had no fucking clue how I was gonna escape this situation without this whole thing falling apart.

"Oh." Jacqueline said. "Hi Kareena."

"Jacqueline." Kareena replied curtly, not even bothering to hide her annoyance.

"How was the trip?" Jacqueline asked, keeping up her perky, peppy act. And I now knew it was just an act. Behind the friendly, warm exterior, she was an anal slut of the worst kind. She wasn't here to chat with Priya. She was here for one reason: to get her asshole stretched by my big, thick married cock. To get her ass fucked hard and filled with cum. That was all.

"The trip was fine." Kareena replied bitchily, as if the answer should be obvious.

"What are you doing here? Hanging out?" Jacqueline asked.

"This is my sister's house." Kareena replied snottily, in response to Jacqueline's question of why she was here. "I'm, like, welcome here whenever I want."

"But didn't your rich boyfriend buy you your own house? And car? Why wouldn't you be there with him?" Jacqueline asked.

"Uh, yeah, my boyfriend is awesome, and buys me, like, anything I want. But I can go, like, anywhere I want. But what you don't get, is that sometimes... family is the most important thing." Kareena replied, in a mocking, life-lesson teaching tone. She was stepping closer to Jacqueline as this back and forth got a bit more contentious. Jacqueline smiled and was about to respond when...

"Hey!" Priya called out, setting the phone into its cradle.

"Hey babe!" Jacqueline replied, hugging my wife. "How was the trip?"

"Oh, it was fine." Priya replied. "Kinda tough, going through Pammi's stuff, but it went as well as you could ask for, I guess."

"That's good. That's good." Jacqueline replied. "Oh, I got to know you husband a little better while you were gone."

My eyes widened in panic.

"Oh yeah, he mentioned something. You guys ran into each other at the bar. He got you a glass of wine." Priya replied.

"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, we shared some wine, he gave me some great, uh, advice about men. About what men like, that kinda stuff. And... he was a very good teacher. Thanks to him, I already have a new boyfriend." Jacqueline replied.

"Wow. That was fast." Priya replied. Jacqueline's eyes slightly narrowed at this implied accusation of sluttiness. "But, uh great. That's great. I'm happy for you. What's he like? Tell me all about him." Jacqueline's expression brightened at Priya's positive energy.

"He's actually, like, perfect." Jacqueline began. "He's super-cool. He's hot. He's rich. And I wouldn't have found him without Gaurav's great advice." she added, putting her hand on my shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.

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I looked over at Kareena. Her eyes had narrowed as she glanced at Jacqueline's hand on my shoulder. Once again, she was appraising these circumstances, suspicious of what was going on, trying to figure out the truth, trying to get to the bottom of the situation. She looked at me and I looked away, nervously. I didn't want to give her any acknowledgement, any hint of the truth. But this motion might have been enough.

"What's his name?" Kareena asked.

"Oh..." Jacqueline began, glancing over at me with a hint of amusement. In a moment of clarity, I knew what she was gonna do. She was gonna do the same thing Kareena did. Tell my wife my name, say what a coincidence it was that her boyfriend has the same name as me. And Kareena would recognize that move, and she would know the truth, and this whole thing would fall apart. I realized this instantaneously, and I knew I had to speak up.

"It's Ranbir. This guy I know from work. He walked into the bar when we were drinking, and I introduced them." I interjected.

"Yeah... Ranbir." Jacqueline said, looking at me, amused at what I had done. "Speaking of drinking, I'm up for some wine. Anybody game?"

"No!" I said, a bit more forcefully than I needed to. But it was important, cause I knew exactly how Jacqueline liked her wine. "We, uh, we just had a bottle at lunch."

"Oh. Shame." Jacqueline said with a smile.

"Well, let's have some girl talk. I'm sure Gaurav won't mind missing this. I have to unpack, so let's go talk in the bedroom." Priya suggested. Jacqueline nodded, and Kareena rolled her eyes.

"Uh... fine." Kareena reluctantly agreed. As the three women made their way down the hall, Jacqueline stopped.

"I'll meet you guys in a second." Jacqueline said. "I need to ask Gaurav about, uh, my new boyfriend... Ranbir."

"Okay, don't take too long. I want to hear all about him." Priya said, walking down the hall. Kareena passed right by me, staring me down, and I was starting to think she had picked up on the clues Jacqueline was leaving. Priya was naive to them, but not Kareena. Kareena knew all of Jacqueline's tricks, cause they were her tricks as well. Her eyes were narrowed, and I saw anger in them, and maybe even a little hurt. Kareena had a hard exterior, and I hadn't ever seen her even the slightest bit emotional. All I knew was that once me and her were alone again, I was in for it.

As soon as Kareena and Priya were out of sight, Jacqueline pulled me around the corner and pulled me close. Before I could react, her tongue was down my throat. Despite my better thoughts, I fell into the kiss, her soft lips against mine, our lips locked together in tight suction, our wet tongues mashing together, her body pressed against mine. For a second, I lost all rational thought and I lost control of my hands, and the only thing I wanted was her body. My hands grabbed at her huge breasts, squeezing them roughly through her thin blouse, feeling her throbbing nipples in my palms. As our kiss deepened, I let my hands run down her body till I was palming her perfect, juicy ass, squeezing it roughly in my hands. Before I let myself fall in too deeply, I pulled back.

"Jacqueline," I gasped, "We can't do this."

"I need it so bad." Jacqueline moaned out quietly. "It's been too long."

"It's been just over a day." I replied, recalling the fact that she had been in my bed till the late hours of the day before last.

"Like I said, too long." Jacqueline said with a cute, insatiable smile. "And I can't wait another minute to have your dick up my ass."

"Jacqueline! We can't do this! Not with Kareena and Priya here. Don't be crazy!" I replied. Jacqueline leaned forward and gave me a small kiss.

"Follow me." she whispered. She took my hand and led me down the hall. I knew this was a bad idea, a really bad idea, but I just let her lead me. I got worried as we got near my bedroom, where my wife and Kareena were, but before we got there, she pulled me into the adjacent bathroom. She shut the door behind us, and moved to the shut door that joined to my bedroom and locked it silently, so neither of the bedroom occupants would know what was going on. As soon we were locked in the bathroom, she smiled wickedly. She jumped into my arms again, her lips again meeting mine. Me and my wife's best friend began making out mere feet from my wife and her slutty older sister. This was so stupid, but it made me feel so good. Much like with Kareena, Jacqueline just made my brain shut down. She pulled back and whispered.

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"I want you to fuck me." Jacqueline gasped. "I want it now. I want to be against that door when you fuck me. When you fill my ass with cum. I want to hear them chatting when I cum."

"Jacqueline..." I questioned, not wanting her to push me into doing this because I knew if she did, I couldn't stop her. Not paying heed to my resistance, she sashayed over to the door connecting the bathroom and my bedroom. Looking at me again, she smoothly started to undo her belt and open her jeans. Holding my gaze, she pulled her jeans to her thighs, exposing her near bare ass, clad only in a teeny-tiny pink thong. She braced her hands on the door and just looked at me, waiting for me to take action.

This was really stupid. Just really dumb. I couldn't fuck my wife's best friend up the ass just feet away from my wife and my smoking hot slut sister-in-law, who already was beginning to suspect something was up between me and Jacqueline. This was so beyond reckless. Such a huge risk.

But Jacqueline's ass looked so good.

Before I could think twice, I was behind Jacqueline, fishing my cock out of my pants.

"This is so dangerous." I whispered to her.

"Mmm, I know." she replied, the risk clearly adding to her pleasure. I didn't know if the same thing could be said about me. Did I enjoy the risk? I don't know. My brain knew better, but my cock was pulsing with need. So at the very least, a big part of me did enjoy the fact that I could so easily be caught cheating by my wife. A big, throbbing part of me enjoyed it.

I pulled my dick over the hem of my jeans. It so needed some pleasure. It needed the tightness my wife's best friend's ass could provide. It was crying out for pleasure.

I gripped my shaft in one hand, and with the other, I pulled the tiny pink string running between Jacqueline's ass-cheeks to the side. I put my cock in place, pointing directly at my wife's best friend's ready asshole. I was about to push when we heard voices through the door.

"Geez, sis, I don't know why you bother." Kareena said. "These are not comfortable enough to wear just to wear them."

"Hey, you may have gotten the boobs in the family..." Priya began.

"I mean seriously, this wouldn't have fit me when I was twelve." Kareena interjected.

"Ha Ha." Priya replied sarcastically, used to having her sister pick on her about her cup size. "What I've learned, sis, is that that kinda thing doesn't Matter. I'm with a man that is above that kinda stuff. He loves me for me. He loves me as is."

"Well, sis, that's just great and all, really sweet, but my boyfriend loves those parts of me. Sometimes I think he's only in it for my rack. And my ass. And my pretty face. And my long legs. And my tight ..." Kareena stated.

"Okay!" Priya interrupted, not letting her sister continue. "Well, if he's in it for only that stuff, maybe he's not the right guy for you." Priya said helpfully.
"Oh no." Kareena replied, "He's definitely the one." she paused before adding, "We're a perfect match. He's got really big hands."

"Eww." Priya replied. Kareena laughed mockingly at her little sister's prudishness.

My big hands were very busy, squeezing and pawing at Jacqueline's massive rack through her tight blouse as we listened to my wife and her sister talk. I reached down to hold my dick in place, poised to enter Jacqueline's ass. I began to push at her, trying to force my cock into her tight asshole, when suddenly, Jacqueline's hand slipped, and her elbow banged against the door.

The voices on the other side of the door stopped.

"Jacqueline, is that you?" Priya called out. Jacqueline looked back at me, regret in her eyes at the noise she made accidently. Her gaze fell as she came to a decision.

"Yeah, I'll be just a sec." she called out to my wife, holding my gaze.

"Okay." Priya replied. I sighed and stepped back, knowing the relief my throbbing cock needed had been delayed yet again. Angry at being teased yet denied, angry at my wife interrupting me from ass-fucking her best friend. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly, but why couldn't I just cheat on my wife in peace?

I watched Jacqueline's perfect, nearly bare-ass jiggle as she pulled her jeans back up into place. We both made ourselves presentable. Jacqueline looked at me, also angry at having been interrupted. She walked over and flushed the toilet, making some noise to cover our tracks. She turned on the sink to continue the act. She then put her hand on the doorknob of the door connecting the bathroom to the bedroom. Taking one last look at me as I moved to the other door, she opened the door to the bedroom, and at the same time, I opened the door into the hallway. I heard the girls start to gab as I escaped down the hall, undetected.

[ddey333]

My whole body was on edge as I moved away. I was tense. I was horny. I was worried that this whole thing was gonna fall apart. My wife was alone with the two women I was cheating on her with. Despite both Kareena and Jacqueline's assertions otherwise, my wife was not stupid. Both Kareena and Jacqueline were the type of women that loved dropping hints, who would love to rub it in my wife's face that they were fucking her man. If my wife figured it out, my life as I knew it was over. I would lose my wife, lots of money, my house, the respect I held among others, everything. And I knew Kareena was already beginning to suspect something. If Jacqueline was too brazen, Kareena would surely pick up on the clues she was dropping. You could say my wife was naïve, but Kareena was familiar with the ways of the world. She knew the depths of depravity sluts like her could get up to. She knew what a true slut was capable of. She knew the tricks. She knew the playbook. So if Jacqueline was too careless, Kareena would figure out everything. And although Priya finding out could ruin my life, I was far more afraid of Kareena's wrath. If I crossed her, there would be hell to pay.

So, even though I tried to unpack and keep my mind on other things, all I could think about was what going on in that room. Not knowing was the worst part. Not being able to see them talking, not knowing whether my secret was in danger, was just terrifying.

I kept one eye on the bedroom door as I kept myself busy. I couldn't focus, both with my nervousness about my whole life falling apart, and also my dick, which just would not go down. Part of me thought about ducking to the other bathroom and relieving the pressure in my balls, but I knew deep down that was a mistake. Neither Kareena nor Jacqueline would like that. But I was literally on edge. I had to do something. I was about to just give up and do the deed when....

BRING BRING BRING!

The phone started reading, startling me from my thoughts. Since the phone was next to me, I picked it up after the first ring.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Yes, is this Gaurav?" a woman's voice asked.

"Yes. Who is this?" I replied.

"This is Katrina. I work with your wife." she replied.

"Oh, yeah, hi." I replied. I knew Katrina by name. She was my wife's boss at the firm. "What's up?"

"Is Priya back? I know she was away but I was trying to get a hold of her." Katrina said.

"Yeah. Just a sec..." I paused, pulling the phone away. "Priya! It's for you!"

"I'll be right there." she called back. Seconds later, the door to the bedroom opened and Priya skipped out, hurrying cutely towards the phone. Behind her, Jacqueline and Kareena followed. Jacqueline looked confident, as if she was entirely in control of the situation, as if all was going to plan. And Kareena sauntered out, her eyes fixed on mine, a frown on her face, and I knew the truth immediately.

She knew.

As I contemplated my impending demise caused by my own actions, my own cheating dick, I tried to think of a way out. An escape plan. Maybe Kareena didn't know. Maybe I had escaped being caught, but I knew better. Kareena was sharp. She no doubt had soused out the truth. But what do I do? What could I do to avoid this all blowing up in my face? There was no possible way I could escape this unscathed, right? There was no crazy plan, no clever explanation. Kareena knew, and there would be hell to pay.

[Srkkhan65]

By saying that he smelled near my arms and " ahhh...hey what perfume you use? it is intoxicating" I said with embarrassment " I didn't use any perfume now...and I am sweating". He immediately lifted my arm and smelled there."wow..Deepa it smells so crazy".(I never knew that woman's sweat smell can make man crazy). I mumbled and shivering..he placed my right hand on his manhood suddenly. I was crazy by that touch ..it was bit wet at the tip and like a warm iron rod.I knew the things were out of control...but I didn't keep my hand off from there...I could sense that his manhood was bulging in my hands completely. He kept his hand on my waist and squeezed it.. I gasped and said " Riyaz..plzzz" but involuntarily I gave a small squeeze on his dick too...he became wild with that act and dragged me towards him and locked my lips...I tried to push him away with less resistance..I knew he won't leave me. He started sucking my lips deeply...I was in trans as his aroma is killing my good senses..while kissing his hand moved from my waist and it reached my left boob and squeezed...his rough squeeze made me crave for it more.I was squeezing his member. He was like a mad man pulling my blouse down and trying to catch my boob. Suddenly I realized that the main door wasn't locked. I said "ohh...door" pushed him and got up.. I went into bedroom..He was there within no time..but without T-shirt. he hugged me from back..and squeezing my both milk tanks..and rubbing his erected manhood on my ass cheeks over saree...he kept his hands down to my stomach and rubbed it and biting my earlobes.. I was going crazy and trying to stop his hands..but he plucked my saree folds and it fell down as a heap. I was not able to guess and control his hand moments he hands reached my boobs and squeezed upon the blouse and pulled it apart. he was successful to break two hooks..I tried to stop but he moved down immediately and dragged petticoat down a bit and kept his hand inside. I was not wearing any panties that day and I have already started flooding by his acts..he felt that wetness and said "aahh..I know that you need a cock right now..bitch".
Surprisingly I was exciting by listening to his abuse...and turned my head towards him and he caught my lips with his lips...while kissing..he opened my remaining blouse hooks..and pulled my bra up..he squeezed my globes and dragged me aside to the wall..he pinned me to wall..and started licking my erected nipples. And with one his hands squeezing my ass hard..
I could not hold anymore and I pulled his head towards me and kissed him again. He took my petticoat completely and rubbed my pussy with his palm..I felt like I was in heaven. He unhooked my bra and completely took it off..I was left with opened blouse and hanging mangalsutra over my boobs. That's what I had on my body... he couldn't control and lifted me. He dropped me in my bed, where my hubby sleeps. He became nude...really he was very clean.. I thought men keep it messy (thanks to my hubby). He was like a roman statue with good chest, flat tummy and strong thighs with extra large weapon, which was ready to invade me. He was on me and licking my whole body..his erected dick was brushing my thighs and knees while he was doing it. he reached my pussy and started licking there..it was the first time someone touched me there with tongue... I started flooding by his tongue's touch inside my pussy walls.. I was shouting and trying to control not to make noise...I left all my inhibitions...opened my legs more wider to accommodate him...he went much deeper...he looked into my eyes and smiled...after few mins...he got up by that time I was almost about to cum..he sensed it and without any late he occupied me and rubbed his dick on my pussy walls...he positioned it well and gave a thrust...the head went inside first...I thought I can die for that moment...he pulled it back a little and pushed again as if he was fucking a virgin  ..with second push it was completely plugged in my womanhood... his chest is crushing my boobs badly...he as biting my neck and started fucking like a machine...I was feeling his back with my hands... I was trying to squeeze his butts and pulling him towards me...I lifted my legs to make a better way to him to reach my core... with every hard hit of him my womanhood is reaching closer to orgasm...I could feel the ripples in my stomach..the heavy sweating in my palms ..my hands were loosing grip on his butts. I was breathing heavily and the juices I was releasing making his cock more lubricated...and making different sounds...He was fucking with more vigour and abusing me... "Deepa..bitch..I use you as my whore...aahh..what a fuck you are! my bitch.." Even I wanted to talk openly but something stopped me doing it..but it was encouraging him by sounds...after few minutes of speed rapid fuck..he hugged me very tight and collapsed on me... His hot liquid was shooting my inner walls...while releasing he was pushing his dick more inside...He emptied his energy in me...and kissed my lips smoothly...

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Nice story but it's to small???