08-03-2023, 08:54 AM
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.
"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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