[Steel]

Kusha couldn't help but sneak a little peek at Laila's body as they both removed their robes. Both were in their respective swimsuits. The mom's body was carrying a little extra weight around her hips and butt, but she wore it well. The kind of heft that drew male attention.

Kusha tried to sit on her own, but, annoyingly, Laila followed and sat right beside her, settling in and sighing with pleasure from the moist heat. They sat in silence for a long few minutes, Kusha prickly and annoyed, Laila comfortable and relaxed, at least on the surface.

"You can ask, you know," said Laila eventually in a languid, drawling voice, crossing her thighs to bounce one foot lazily in the air. "I'm not embarrassed to talk about it, and I can tell you're curious."

"I have no idea what you mean," said Kusha stiffly, crossing her arms tightly over her impressive chest in a defensive gesture.

"I mean," said Laila with a sharp grin, "You want to know why a woman is fucking a man like Rakesh."

Kusha snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That's no mystery to me. You have sex with that ugly troll because he pays you and you have zero self-respect. There's no other possible explanation for walking in with that pathetic pervert on your arm and not immediately dying of humiliation."

Laila took the withering barb with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. "I see a lot of myself in you, Kusha," she said warmly. "I would have said the same thing a year ago. But I have plenty of self-respect. Why wouldn't I? I have the best of both worlds. A sweet, obedient husband at home and a dominant lover who knows how to make me cum my brains out."

"That's the difference between you and I," said Kusha with a superior sneer. "I chose a good enough man that I don't need to seek out strange dick."

Laila gave her a knowing sidelong glance that made Kusha's blood boil. "Did you though?" she asked slyly. "Is Sherry really... scratching all your itches?"

Kusha flushed, her face growing even hotter in the boiling room. Laila's little question hit a bit too close to home after their disappointing experiment with rough sex the other night. "You don't know me," she said in a low, dangerous voice, glaring at Laila. "Don't pretend you do."