05-03-2023, 10:05 AM
Chapter 3 - The Threesome
What must it like for a woman to be around another girl who's had sex with her man?
It's probably rare that it happens knowingly. What was common is that a woman would find out after the fact that someone she trusted had been with her man. Someone she trusted had broken that confidence, taken advantage of that bond. Thrown out those years of trust for the sake of pleasure. Sick, filthy, sexy pleasure. And once the cheated party found out the truth, they would simply be destroyed. Heartbroken.
They would wonder why. Why did this happen? How could people she trusted betray her so? What kind of pleasure would make people do that? These thoughts would drive her insane, but then she would imagine the filthy details. Imagine her man's thick cock in this other woman's vagina. Imagine them lost in the throes of passion. Imagine her man spurting thick, hot cum all over this other woman.
How heartbroken must she be? How inferior must she feel after finding out she was not enough to hold onto her man? That someone she loved sought greener pastures elsewhere. That she was not enough woman for her man. That she, in the end, was a failure.
These thoughts ran through my mind as I waited for my wife and her sister at the airport terminal. Sure, I had done terrible things to my wife. I had fucked her smoking hot older sister Kareena, and as soon as she had left on this trip back home, I had fucked her hot best friend Jacqueline as well. Yes, the pleasure was great. The hot, cheating sex I had was just... incredible, but I didn't enjoy hurting my wife. Betraying her in every way possible. I got no joy out of it, although I did seem to cum extra hard when either Kareena or Jacqueline really bashed my wife while I fucked them. But, in the end, I didn't want to hurt her. And I knew I was tempting fate. I was stretching myself too thin, now carrying out two separate affairs. Now there were three women who thought my loyalties lay with them and them alone. I was playing with fire, and I just knew this would soon all fall apart.
How could I balance fucking two women besides my wife? Would I have to split time between the two? Fuck Kareena on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and fuck Jacqueline on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays? Leave my wife one day a week for sex, and even then, I'm probably so worn out the last thing I want is sex with her? This probably wouldn't work, as I could imagine both sluts needing more than a few times a week. Would I have to fuck one at lunch, and one after work? How could I do this? This couldn't work. How could it work?
I knew I had to fight back. I knew I had to try to stay loyal to Priya and resist these seductresses who were just so hot. If I didn't resist, my world would crumble around me. I steeled myself, resolving to say no when Kareena sauntered out, craving yet another fuck. I had to resist.
Then I looked up.
I was waiting at the gate at the airport, waiting for the two sisters to appear from the tunnel. And when I looked up, I didn't see my wife walking towards me, smiling warmly, tired from the flight. No, I looked past her as Kareena marched towards me, her huge tits jiggling under her straining, tight yellow blouse, with her hard nipples showing through. Her eyes met mine, and I saw that naughty smirk cross her smooth lips.
I was doomed.
Despite me knowing better, I knew how this would end. Those long legs of hers would end up wrapped around my waist. That amazing ass would be smothering my face. Those huge tits would end up filling my palms as I vigorously squeeze them. Those bouncing nipples would end up in my mouth. And those smooth lips of hers would be soon wrapped around my throbbing cock.
Like I said, I was doomed.
What must it like for a woman to be around another girl who's had sex with her man?
It's probably rare that it happens knowingly. What was common is that a woman would find out after the fact that someone she trusted had been with her man. Someone she trusted had broken that confidence, taken advantage of that bond. Thrown out those years of trust for the sake of pleasure. Sick, filthy, sexy pleasure. And once the cheated party found out the truth, they would simply be destroyed. Heartbroken.
They would wonder why. Why did this happen? How could people she trusted betray her so? What kind of pleasure would make people do that? These thoughts would drive her insane, but then she would imagine the filthy details. Imagine her man's thick cock in this other woman's vagina. Imagine them lost in the throes of passion. Imagine her man spurting thick, hot cum all over this other woman.
How heartbroken must she be? How inferior must she feel after finding out she was not enough to hold onto her man? That someone she loved sought greener pastures elsewhere. That she was not enough woman for her man. That she, in the end, was a failure.
These thoughts ran through my mind as I waited for my wife and her sister at the airport terminal. Sure, I had done terrible things to my wife. I had fucked her smoking hot older sister Kareena, and as soon as she had left on this trip back home, I had fucked her hot best friend Jacqueline as well. Yes, the pleasure was great. The hot, cheating sex I had was just... incredible, but I didn't enjoy hurting my wife. Betraying her in every way possible. I got no joy out of it, although I did seem to cum extra hard when either Kareena or Jacqueline really bashed my wife while I fucked them. But, in the end, I didn't want to hurt her. And I knew I was tempting fate. I was stretching myself too thin, now carrying out two separate affairs. Now there were three women who thought my loyalties lay with them and them alone. I was playing with fire, and I just knew this would soon all fall apart.
How could I balance fucking two women besides my wife? Would I have to split time between the two? Fuck Kareena on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and fuck Jacqueline on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays? Leave my wife one day a week for sex, and even then, I'm probably so worn out the last thing I want is sex with her? This probably wouldn't work, as I could imagine both sluts needing more than a few times a week. Would I have to fuck one at lunch, and one after work? How could I do this? This couldn't work. How could it work?
I knew I had to fight back. I knew I had to try to stay loyal to Priya and resist these seductresses who were just so hot. If I didn't resist, my world would crumble around me. I steeled myself, resolving to say no when Kareena sauntered out, craving yet another fuck. I had to resist.
Then I looked up.
I was waiting at the gate at the airport, waiting for the two sisters to appear from the tunnel. And when I looked up, I didn't see my wife walking towards me, smiling warmly, tired from the flight. No, I looked past her as Kareena marched towards me, her huge tits jiggling under her straining, tight yellow blouse, with her hard nipples showing through. Her eyes met mine, and I saw that naughty smirk cross her smooth lips.
I was doomed.
Despite me knowing better, I knew how this would end. Those long legs of hers would end up wrapped around my waist. That amazing ass would be smothering my face. Those huge tits would end up filling my palms as I vigorously squeeze them. Those bouncing nipples would end up in my mouth. And those smooth lips of hers would be soon wrapped around my throbbing cock.
Like I said, I was doomed.
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