Episode 107
"Yeah, so I have to be really wet for it to work. But luckily, that's pretty easy for me. I just pour the wine down my belly, let it run down through my landing strip, and down my wet pussy. Sometimes it'll end up in a glass, but most of the time, the men want it fresh. No wine glasses. No bullshit. Just wine, running down my pussy, mixing with my juices, maybe getting a hint of my nice, clean asshole, before dripping straight into a man's mouth. All my men said it is the best thing they have ever tasted." Jacqueline said huskily.
What could I say to that? What could I say when my wife's best friend confessed to me that she loved to pour wine down her pussy into men's mouths? The only thing I could think of was to polish off the wine left in my glass.
"I'm sure that wine is good, but it's probably not as good as this wine." I joked, waiting for her response. All Jacqueline did was smile evilly. That look practically made my heart stop. She couldn't have done it, could she? I reviewed the facts. I realized that the bottle was open by the time she came out here. My glass was full when she had emerged. I licked my lips, trying to sense anything different. I looked back at her, and she simply nodded. I backed away from her.
"How could you?" I asked, horrified, almost ready to stand and escape from this woman. I couldn't believe it. She actually did it. The wine I had swallowed had been poured across her pussy! I thought she was nice. I thought she was sweet. Nice girls don't secretly feed married men wine that had been poured across her pussy. Sweet girls wouldn't wear such skimpy clothing in front of a married man. Only evil girls did that.
"You said it yourself. It was the best wine you ever had. I thought you deserved a taste." Jacqueline whispered. I stood up, aiming to escape. She stood up as well, which stopped me. I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she stood before they both finally stopped moving. She didn't say anything. All she did was let me gaze at her hot body. I watched the water drip off of her body. I noticed her breasts pouring over the edges of her bra. I looked down her flat belly, letting my eyes rest on her barely covered pussy. She let me ogle her until I looked into her eyes. She knew she had me transfixed with her hot body. I couldn't move. She sat on the edge of the tub, spread her legs, reached down and pulled her thong to the side, revealing her bare pussy to my leering eyes. I gazed at her thin landing strip. This image was so sexual. So lewd. So obscene. So nasty.
"Do you want another taste?" Jacqueline asked, the wine bottle poised over her pussy. I couldn't move. I couldn't walk away. I couldn't move forward.
"That glass you had earlier was extra special. I was extra wet... and you got an extra helping of my asshole." Jacqueline stated.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Gaurav, we can solve each other's problems. I want a man who will fuck me... hard. I want a man to fuck the shit out of me! You are clearly desperate to fuck someone hard. I want that someone to be me. You need the rough stuff. We both know Priya won't let you do that. But we both know that I will let you do that. If you want a woman that will be there to take care of all your sick, nasty desires, I'm your girl. I'm worried about you Gaurav. You're so tense. We both know that at some point you're gonna seek out new pussy. You will end up fucking some girl that doesn't deserve you. But I do deserve you. I can take care of you... better than your wife. All your frustrations with Priya, all the times you are angry, you can take all that anger out on my hot body. If Priya ever pisses you off, come find me and just fuck the shit out of me. You have free reign to do whatever you want to me."
"I don't believe this." I said. I couldn't believe how casual she was about this.
"Priya doesn't deserve a man like you. It's a shame you saddled yourself to her. It's a marriage destined to fail. She's too delicate for a man like you. I've wanted you for a long time. The first time I met you, I thought she was setting you up with me. You are just my type. I was shocked when she told me she was dating you. But it's thanks to you that I stayed friends with her." Jacqueline said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Priya was always a fringe friend to me, at best. She was one of those girls I graced with my friendship. I ran in better circles than her. I was ready to dump her as a friend. But then you came along, and suddenly, Priya's my best friend! I wanted you bad from the beginning. I hoped you would notice, but you stayed blissfully unaware of my flirting. It seemed like finally, these last few months, you've started to notice me. You noticed my big rack. My perfect ass. I've seen you staring. I know how bad you want me. And here's your chance, Gaurav. Make me your slut!" Jacqueline moaned out, fingering her pussy as she spoke.
"You're evil! You're no friend. You've just been waiting in the weeds. Waiting to strike." I stated.
"Pretty much. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be friends with an uggo like her?" Jacqueline said. Why does everybody think Priya is ugly? She's not! She's really not.
"Priya isn't ugly." I said simply.
"Yes she is. If she was as hot as me, it would be her tits you would be staring at, not mine. We both know she doesn't have tits like these. I am the superior woman to her in every way. Just look at me. Compared to me, she's outdated. Obsolete! Eventually, we won't need her at all!" Jacqueline said.
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"I'm saying that once you fuck me, I won't be friends with her anymore. I'll only be friends with you. More than friends really. Lovers. She'll still think me and her are friends, but we won't be. It's hard to be friends with a woman when you're fucking her husband. It's hard to respect a woman when you're fucking her man better than she ever could." Jacqueline said.
I was silent. Jacqueline was no sweetheart. She was evil! She was an evil little slut! But she wasn't done yet.
"I have wanted to fuck you for a long time. I still remember your wedding. You looked so hot in your tux. I would have bent over a table and let you fuck me at the reception if you wanted me to. I just had to sit back and watch as that bitch wife of yours tricked you into marrying her. I watched as that waste of a woman had somehow saddled herself with a stud like you. It was a damn shame. I still remember how I watched you two dance. All I could think about was that it should have been me. I should have been the woman in your arms. I knew I should have stood up during the wedding and told you that you deserved to be with me. I know you would have dumped her at the altar and married me. I know it, and I'm sorry I didn't say anything. But I had my fun. I remember the reception. Do you remember it? I remember standing up and congratulating you, like a good friend would. Do you remember what happened next? Do you remember how it was me that handed you two your first glasses of wine as a married couple?" Jacqueline said.
"You didn't?" I said. She smiled.
"I couldn't help myself. You were so fucking hot. I had to finger myself under the table just watching you. My fingers were covered in my juices. I figured you wouldn't mind if I used that expensive wine you had bought to wash off my fingers. I figured you wouldn't mind if I let that wine run off my sticky fingers into your glasses. I figured you wouldn't mind if I rubbed any stray juices from my fingers onto the rims of your glasses. Did you mind? Do you mind that you both got a taste of my pussy on your wedding day?" Jacqueline said with an evil smile. "I saw how much you liked that wine then. And I vowed to give you more."
"From that day on, I vowed to myself that I would have you. You would be mine. I had to be that idiot's best friend for years to get to you. It was years of work, just for you. I flirted with you, I practically threw myself at you, but you didn't notice a thing. I guess her stupid spreads to you when she's around. But she's not here now. It's only me and you now. You can do whatever you want and she'll never find out." Jacqueline said.
She had been at this for years. She had been trying to insert herself into my marriage for years. She wanted me, and she had done nasty things for me to see her as the nasty slut she was. The thought of being so wanted by someone so sexy had me rock hard.
So here I was again, being tempted to cheat. But this time, it wasn't with my wife's hot-bodied sister. It was with my wife's hot-bodied best friend. Here she was, lewdly displaying herself to me while trying to tempt me into fucking her. I was trying to stay loyal, but then I realized who I was trying to stay loyal to. It wasn't my wife, the woman I vowed to love and cherish. No, the woman I was trying to stay loyal to was Kareena. My sister-in-law. I wanted to stay loyal to her for a few simple reasons. Firstly, she had enormous breasts. With tits as big as hers, you don't risk losing access to them. Secondly, her ass was just perfect. The sight of those perfect cheeks could just drive me wild with lust. Next, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was one of the most gorgeous and sexy women I had ever met. If I fucked Jacqueline, I could risk losing that.
But the rewards might be worth it. I could have two gorgeous women to fuck. Two women with perfect bodies and gorgeous faces, both desperate for my cock. And it wasn't like I would be trading down. If I had a list of the sexiest women I knew, Kareena was number 1, and Jacqueline would be 1A. (Priya wouldn't be anywhere close to the top ten.) Could I balance cheating on my wife with two different women and having none of the women find out about each other?
"You know you need this." Jacqueline started. "You've earned this. You're so tense. You've been cooped up with your wife so long. You've forgotten what real sex is actually like. Let me remind you."
I looked down at her soaking wet pussy as she fingered herself. She was clearly horny. Desperate for my mouth. Desperate for my tongue. Her ass was rotating as she pleasured herself. I tried to justify my thoughts. Jacqueline and Kareena barely knew each other. There was little chance they would ever meet up with each other, let alone suspect I was fucking both of them. And since Kareena was my mistress, it was inherent that we couldn't spend all of our time together. I could easily justify my time away with her as time I had to spend with my wife. I could do it. I could get away with it. Priya was clearly not perceptive enough to suspect I was fucking someone close to her. She would never suspect a thing. I could do it.
My cock was rock hard, and she knew it since she was looking right at it. It was easy to see. My swim trunks were plastered around my hard-on.
"You look huge, Gaurav. Tell me I'm not just seeing things. Tell me you are as big as I think you are." she asked.
I had to avoid this temptation. I had to... But I couldn't. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. She had worked so hard for me. She wanted this so badly. Plus, she looked so good. She had such a hot body, that she had no doubt worked hard to maintain. Plus, she fed into that part of me that got off on betraying my wife, of humiliating her. It was so wrong, so nasty. But so hot. Kareena had made me realize the type of women that drove me wild, and Jacqueline, she drove me wild. Much like Kareena, she could read me like a book. Much like Kareena, she had me by the balls. Plus, there was the simple fact that I had cheated before. Honestly, what's the difference with cheating with two women as opposed to just one? It was still cheating. I was a cheating bastard already. There was not enough guilt to stop me. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist. I knew I couldn't resist. I knew I couldn't resist playing her game.
I submerged my lower half back in the bubbling hot tub and walked over to her. I stood between her legs as she fingered herself. My eyes met hers. She was looking at me expectantly, as if she expected me get on my knees and pleasure her. She was so smug. So arrogant. So right.
Looking into her eyes, I kneeled down until I was eye level with her cunt. She moved her fingers away, allowing me to look right at it. I moved my face forward until I was within a few inches of her pussy. She brought the wine bottle over her belly, poised to pour.
"You're nasty, aren't you." she asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"You've wanted to fuck me for a long time, haven't you?" she asked.
"Yes." I said.
"You wanted to fuck me at your wedding, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You wanted to slip my maid of honor's dress off and fuck you in your marriage suite."
"Yes."
"Or better yet, you wanted me to take your wife's place during the wedding. You knew she couldn't handle her wifely duties. You wanted me to be the one you were marrying, didn't you?"
"Yes, I wanted to marry you, not her."
"You wanted to pledge your loyalty to me. You wanted to have and hold me. You wanted to promise me your love, your heart and your cum, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did." I said, desperately.
"Open up." Jacqueline said, about to pour the wine. I opened my mouth, and hovered near her pussy.
I watched as she tilted the bottle, and I watched as the liquid reached the rim of the bottle. I watched the wine pour out of the bottle in a smooth stream. I watched the wine splash against her firm belly, before trailing down her belly. I watched as the wine started sifting through her landing strip, combing through the hairs. I watched as the wine reached her hard clit, causing her to shiver. I watched as the wine ran down her pussy, combining with her juices to create a delicious mixture. I watched as the wine ran past her pussy, crossing the short distance to her neat, clean asshole. I watch the wine gather there for a moment, gathering its flavors. And finally, I watched as the wine ran off of her asshole and fell into my open mouth. A steady stream of wine poured in my mouth. As I let the wine pool in my mouth and I savored its flavor, I realized Jacqueline was right. It was the best wine I had ever had. It was rich and full of flavor. Jacqueline's flavor. Her flavor was the best part. I swallowed the wine in my mouth to make room for more.
The wine was dripping into my mouth, but I realized that I was missing some of the wine as it dripped all over. I realized I had to get all of it. I didn't want any of it to go to waste. I closed the distance between me and her, finding the only solution to not waste the wine. I had paid a pretty penny for this bottle for my wife. It was for our anniversary. It was my wife's favorite. She wouldn't want it to go to waste. This stuff was hard to get. The only thing I could do to not waste it was to press my tongue against my wife's best friend's asshole. I'm sure my wife would understand.
The wine now ran off directly from her asshole into my mouth. The wine pooled on my tongue. It tasted so good! Wine that was meant for my wife was being poured across her best friend's pussy and asshole into my mouth. I had to admit it was being put to better use.
I realized some of the wine had pooled to her asshole, so I let my tongue flick out against it, gathering the wine into my mouth while pleasuring her asshole. Win-win. She moaned loudly as I did so. I looked up to see a lot more wine pooled in her pussy. Her pussy looked so nice and juicy. I trailed my tongue from her ass along her skin before digging into her cunt. The juices there were a concentrated mix of wine and pussy juice. It tasted amazing!
"Oh, fuck!" Jacqueline said, "Gaurav, I want you to promise me something. If Priya ever wants wine, I want you to call me first. I want her to try my special concoction. I want you to make sure that any wine that ends up in her belly passes over my pussy first. Got it!? Or maybe, she'll get a special blend. Maybe I'll pour the wine down my ass-crack. Maybe all the wine she'll ever get will taste like my ass! That sound good to you?"
This drove me wild. I dug deep into her cunt, gathering her juices. As I dug deeper, there was less and less wine and more and more pussy juice. Soon, I was only swallowing her pussy juice. I looked up and noticed she was drinking the wine straight from the bottle. Now, there was no pretense to me tasting her wine, as if there really was. I was now eating my wife's best friend's pussy.
For a few minutes, all I did was eat out her cunt. I drove my tongue in and out of her. I eventually brought my tongue to her clit, circling it and sucking it into my mouth. She screamed loudly as her thighs tightened against my head. I teased her clit, not letting her go over the edge. I ran my tongue through her landing strip, then I teased her clit for a minutes. I could sense her impatience, so I finally focused on her clit, biting down on it lightly, bringing her over the edge.
"Oh, you are so good at this!" she screamed as she trapped my head in her vice-like thighs. Her juices kept squirting in my mouth, and I swallowed it as fast as it came. It was as sweet as any wine. She kept squirting and squirting before finally, she fell back, out of breath, the wine bottle rolling out of her hands and crashing to the ground, breaking the bottle into a million pieces and splashing the remaining wine all over the ground. But neither of us cared. I looked past her massive, mountainous breasts to her gorgeous, satisfied face. She got up on her elbows and looked right at me, her chest heaving.
"Take me to your bedroom. I'm fucking you." she pleaded, holding out her hand. I surprised her by leaping out if the hot tub and lifting Jacqueline into my arms. She laughed as I whirled her around and walked quickly towards the house. I kicked open the door and slammed it behind me. I carried her towards my bedroom. The only woman I ever did this for was my wife. But now, I was poised to carry my wife's best friend over the threshold into my marital bedroom, onto my marital bed. I felt no guilt. No shame. I wanted to fuck her, and I was about to do so.
I crossed the threshold into my bedroom, and as soon as I did, Jacqueline took control. She slipped out of my arms and stood in front of me. She grabbed my head and pulled it down towards her. Our lips parted as we got closer. Her soft lips met mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I just stood there, in me and my wife's bedroom, making out with my wife's best friend. I slipped my hands down her sexy back, past her thong straps, and I helped myself to two healthy handfuls of her firm, bare ass. She brought her hands to my bare chest and pushed me back. I fell to a sitting position on the bed, our lips parting.
"I'm really a nasty little slut, aren't I?" she said, starting to pace around, modeling her body in front of me. "What kind of nasty whore parades a body like mine around a married man?" she said. I watched as her breasts jiggled under her bra, bursting to escape. "What kind of bitch stays friends with a girl only so she could get closer to her man? What kind of absolute cunt lets herself be her friend's BFF, her maid of honor, when she wants to steal her man from her?" She turned and showed off her perfect ass again, with its two jiggling cheeks. She turned to face me again.
"I need to thank you, Gaurav, for that great advice. Thanks for convincing me to go after the man I want. Thanks for convincing me to go after you. If you hadn't, we probably wouldn't be here. You're the type of man I need. You just want to fuck, just like me. You are a man that deserves me. We are meant to be together." Jacqueline stated. She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders.
"It must be tough to be married to an ugly woman who can't fuck worth a damn." she said, rubbing my hair, scratching my head. "But that's why I'm here. It's such a shame when a stud like you gets stuck with a girl like her. You need a real woman. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with giant knockers, you deserve to see them whenever you want. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with a perfect, round ass, you deserve to grab it, spank it, and fuck it whenever you want. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with such a tight pussy, you deserve to stretch it with your giant cock whenever you want to. And you will. Honey, you can have this body whenever you want. I know you love me more than her. So prove it. Fuck me and prove how much you love me more than her."
Jacqueline's tits were in front of my face. The way they jiggled as she spoke had hypnotized me. No words could come to me. She was right. Everything she said was right. I had always thought she was good wife material. Now she was about to show me what a good wife should do.
She grabbed my head roughly, her nails digging into my scalp, forcing my head against her giant breasts. As my face swam in their softness, I reached around her and unclipped her bra. She pushed me back onto the bed as I was able to sling her bra off of her and toss it on the ground. Her bare breasts now surrounded my face. She subdued me with their softness for a bit, before finally taking their weight off of my face. This allowed me to take in her bare breasts for the first time. They were just perfect. While not quite as massive as Kareena's, they were awful close. I reached up to cup them. I squeezed them roughly, taking them in. They were so soft, with nice smooth skin. Her nipples were at attention, begging to be sucked and chewed on. I pinched them causing her to scream out in pleasure.
"Why haven't you showed me these before?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry." she moaned out as I pinched her nipples again. I leaned up to suck her nipples, nibbling them with my teeth while I did so. Her eyes flashed with pleasure as I did this. I repeated this with her other nipple, driving her wild, until she slammed me to the bed and kissed me roughly. As we made out fiercely, our hands tangled as we sought to remove all of our clothes. Her hands went to my trunks, trying to push them down, and my hands grabbed her thong straps like handles as I tried to rip them off her body. We both kicked out our legs, trying to remove our clothing so we could be naked for each other. I kicked my trunks to the floor, followed quickly by her thong. Now that we were naked, her hands reached down and took a hold of my thick, nine-inch cock.
She pulled her mouth from me, now focusing all of her attention on jacking my cock.
"Holy shit! This thing is just perfect! Nice and fat. Fuck, I love it! I bet Priya regrets telling me you have a huge cock right about now?" she said, causing us both to laugh. My cock was leaking pre-cum, which now covered her hands, aiding in lubricating my cock for the rough sex that was about to happen.
Jacqueline wasted no time. She straddled me while holding onto my cock, pointing it upward towards her pussy, it's soon to be home. She slapped the tip of my cock against her wet cunt.
"You ready, baby?" she asked.
"You better believe it. It takes a huge slut to fuck a married man, who's also her best friend's husband." I teased.
"Lucky for you, I am as big a slut as there is." Jacqueline said, starting to lower herself on my cock.
My eyes lidded shut as my unprotected cock was forced inside my wife's best friend's tight little pussy. Her pussy was as tight as advertised. I didn't know if I would be able to get my entire dick inside of her. Her pussy was so damn tight. I groaned loudly as more and more of my cock entered her. I looked down to see the lips of her pussy wrapped around my cock as her ass settled on my lap.
I reached up to grab her breasts again. Her hands went to my chest to balance herself. As I tweaked her nipples, she started to bounce.
"Oh, fuck!" I yelled out, her tight pussy driving me wild.
"What a good husband you are! I think you are nastier than I am! What kind of good husband drools over his wife's best friend? What kind of good man fucks the shit out of his wife's BFF? Tell me! Tell me what type of man you are!" Jacqueline demanded, bouncing roughly.
"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a bad husband! I'm as nasty as you are! I'm a nasty husband who wants to fuck his wife's best friend!" I yelled out, pounding my dick hard into her.
"Keep going! Tell me more!" she screamed. I wasn't going to be able to hold out very long. The past few days with no cumming had me on edge.
"Your pussy is so nice and tight!" I said. "It feels so good on my cock! I love your perfect ass! I love your giant tits! I love how nasty you are! You are an amazing fuck!"
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yes! I love you! I love you more than Priya! I love your body more than Priya! I should have married you!" I yelled.
"You got full access to my body whenever you want it! I'm yours." Jacqueline moaned out.
"You're body is amazing!" I said.
"Tell me more!" she demanded.
"I loved when you made fun of my wife! I love the fact that you hate her! I love the fact that the only reason you pretended to be her best friend was so you could get to me! I loved when you called her ugly! It got me so hard! I had to stop you because I was afraid I would cum!" I moaned out, lost in a haze of good sex.
"You hate her too, don't you? You don't care about her at all, do you? The only reason you stayed married to her was to keep close to me, right?" Jacqueline asked, now working up a healthy sweat. Her ass just kept bouncing on my things at a furious pace. It was about that time.
"FUCK! I FUCKING HATE HER! HOLY SHIT!" I screamed as Jacqueline took me over the edge.
"OH FUCK! MAKE ME YOUR WOMAN!" Jacqueline yelled as my cum shot deep inside her, setting off her own orgasm. She fell on top of me, our sweaty chests rubbing together as we rode out our orgasms together. My dick just kept pumping more and more cum inside of her. Our bodies' spasm together as we both tried to prolong the pleasure. Finally, she rolled off of me, rolling onto her back on my wife's side of the bed. We both caught our breaths as we basked in the warm glow of amazing sex. She got up on her elbows and looked at me. I admired the way her tits sat on her chest firmly.
"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked, walking her fingers down my slightly softened cock. "Because..." she whispered, "We are not leaving this bed until this dick of yours is buried up my ass." This sent a jolt through my cock. It was now reversing course, starting to regain its hardness. Just the thought of my cock buried up the ass of this sexy little bitch made me wild. As an answer to her question, I rolled on top of her and brought my lips to hers. She laughed as we resumed making out.
Our make-out session went from playful to rough quickly. Soon, our limbs were wrestling with each other. Eventually, Jacqueline ended up on all fours in front of me. She looked back at me, willing me to give her what she wanted. I knew what she wanted. I straightened up and looked down, staring as my hard dick pointed directly at her cute little asshole. Jacqueline reached forward, grabbed my wife's pillow, and leaned down onto it, pressing her upper body against it, soaking the pillow with her sex sweat. This freed up her arms, allowing her to reach back and pull her ass-cheeks apart, obscenely displaying her asshole to me.
My dick was still soaked with her juices, so there was no reason to delay. I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole and began to push. It took awhile, but my dick finally breached her defenses, my cock-head finally penetrating her tight little ass. Once it did, I grabbed her hips for leverage, and really began to push. Jacqueline but her lip and slapped the bed with her hand as more and more of my cock entered her ass.
The snug tightness of her ass was a new experience for me. It was so tight, and she knew how to work her ass to nearly drive me wild. As I buried my dick to the root inside her, I couldn't help but compare her to Kareena. I would have to admit Kareena's pussy was slightly tighter and better than Jacqueline's. But I would also say that Jacqueline's ass is better than Kareena's. I could tell that Jacqueline was a seasoned anal whore, a bit more-so than Kareena. If I had to choose an ass to fuck, it would be Jacqueline's.
"C'mon Gaurav! Fuck my ass!" Jacqueline demanded, going crazy with lust. Who am I to deny a lady? I pulled back and then drove my dick into her. The lewd anal fuck had begun.
Within minutes, I was driving the full length of my cock in and out of my wife's best friend's tight ass. Her ass was the tightest hole I had ever fucked. We were sweating like pigs, soaking the bed with our sweat and sexual juices, staining them.
"Fuck my whore ass! Do it! Fuck your wife's best friend's slutty ass!" Jacqueline begged. I slapped her ass, causing her to scream in pleasure.
"You've wanted to stick that fat cock of yours up my ass for years now, haven't you? You just wanted to take me in your arms, throw me down, rip off my pants, and fuck my tight asshole. Didn't you? It never mattered if your wife was in the room. Every time we were in the same room, you had to fight the urge to fuck me! You had to fight the urge to fuck my ass! Now you don't need to fight it anymore. You can have me whenever you want me!" Jacqueline moaned, enjoying the ass fucking. I just nodded and continued fucking her spectacular ass.
"I'm getting close." I said, reaching under her, cupping her soft breasts and giving them another firm squeeze.
"I'll let you cum, but you have to promise me one thing." Jacqueline gaped, clearly close to cumming herself.
"What?" I asked.
"I need you to promise that you'll give all your cum to me. I don't want Priya to get a drop of it. I deserve it, and I deserve to get all of it. Got it?" Jacqueline said.
I had to consider my options here. I had committed most of my cum to Kareena already, and Priya was getting the leftovers. Now that Jacqueline was in the picture and wanted my cum I knew I would have to double the amount of sex I was having to keep anyone from noticing any change. I would have to split my cum between Kareena and Jacqueline equally. That would take a lot of work. A lot of sex. Nasty sex, with big breasted, hot-assed sluts. With all the sex I would have to keep these sluts happy, I didn't know if I would have any cum left at all for my wife. I thought it over for a second, but the positives outweighed the negatives. If I had to have more sex with gorgeous sluts to keep everyone happy, I would have to make that sacrifice. I brought my mouth to Jacqueline's ear.
"Baby, you will get all my cum. You've earned it. Priya will have none of it. All of it will be inside you. Down your throat. In your pussy. Up your ass." I said, giving her an extra hard thrust and giving her breasts an extra-hard squeeze.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Jacqueline screamed, her ass tightening around my dick as she came. This was enough to drive me over the edge. I buried my cock inside her ass just as hot cum burst from the tip of dick, coating the insides of her ass. I collapsed on top of her driving us both down to the bed. I thrust into her in spasms, trying to empty my balls completely. Finally, I rolled off of her, no more cum left to give her. This was how we fell asleep. Her on my wife's side of the bed. Me on mine. This was how me and my wife's best friend first slept together in my marital bed.
I woke up in a daze. I had forgotten the events of the day before till I looked over and saw Jacqueline's shapely body in bed next to me, peacefully asleep. Peaceful now that she had been well-fucked. I rolled out of bed and got started on my day. I got the paper and sat down at the dinner table.
Now that my balls were emptier than they were, I was able to think clearly. I had to wonder how I was going to be able to keep this up. How was I going to be able to balance two affairs behind my wife's back without either my wife or my two sluts finding out? I knew I was playing with fire here, and if I wasn't careful, I would get burned.
I was shocked out of my thoughts by a ringing. The phone was ringing. I started to stand up when the ringing stopped. From my bedroom, I heard a voice. Holy crap! Jacqueline picked up the phone. I could hear her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Hey, what's up?" she said. I could only hear her side of the conversation.
"Yeah, I figured Gaurav would be lonely, so I figured we'd meet up for breakfast."
"Well, we haven't eaten yet. So, how's home?"
"Well, don't feel bad. She's always kind of a bitch. That's the impression I always got from her whenever we've been around each other. How's your mom?" I admired how she could stay so calm while talking to the woman whose man she stole.
"Ha-ha, I love Kelly. Well, do you want to talk to hubby?" I heard my bedroom door open.
"Okay, let me go get him. Love ya girl." As Jacqueline emerged, she adjusted her top as she said bye to my wife. As she walked into the kitchen, I realized what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight yellow blouse, one of Priya's. I looked down and noted the jeans she was wearing were Priya's as well. Priya did not have the curves that Jacqueline had, so Jacqueline's body was testing the clothes limits. Her tits were overfilling the blouse, threatening to spill out. Her ass was bursting to be free of the tight jeans. I could tell she was wearing one of Priya's bras as it could barely cope with the stress her massive tits were exerting. I could see her tits overfill the cups of the bra, her flesh spilling over the edges. It couldn't possibly be comfortable. It was simply for my benefit.
I made small talk with my wife on the phone as I watched Jacqueline prance her body around me, taunting me. I listened to my wife tell me what a pain in the ass Kareena was being, but that only turned me on. It was awful, but I loved how much of a bitch Kareena was to her sister. I was clearly distracted as I watched Jacqueline start cooking us breakfast with her back to me. I watched her bouncing her leg, causing her perfect ass to jiggle. I was hypnotized by this sight. I quickly ended the conversation with Priya and tossed the phone on the table. I stood up, walked behind Jacqueline, reached around her and cupped her tits with my hands. I started to grind my now throbbing cock between her ass-cheeks. I started kissing and sucking her neck.
"So, since your wife is gone for a few more days, I figured I would take her place here till she gets back. I'll be your substitute wife. I'll take care of all the wifely duties around here. The cooking. The cleaning. The sex. I'll be the wife you wish you had." Jacqueline stated.
I was by no means a misogynist. I admired women who were independent and didn't require a man to feel successful. I by no means needed to have a wife to cook and clean for me. But for some reason, Jacqueline willingly accepting and vowing to be that kind of woman drove me wild.
I started to squeeze her tits roughly, nearly ripping the blouse. In my fervor, I reached into her blouse and roughly pulled her tits out, causing the top to rip a bit, ruining my wife's blouse. I reached down and roughly pulled her jeans down to her thighs, revealing her bare ass. I took my dick out of pants, bent her over the counter, and started to push my dick slowly up her asshole again.
"Do it! Fuck me!" Jacqueline said, as horny as I was. What proceeded there was the most violent fucking I had ever been a part of. I had my wife's slutty best friend bent over the counter of kitchen, driving my dick up her ass as hard as I could. As I fucked her, I drove her until she was mostly on top of the counter, my dick still buried inside her. I don't know why I was so wild this time. Before I started fucking Kareena, I had never been like this. But now, I was an absolute monster. A cursing, rutting beast. I feared what I was becoming.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head. All I cared about now was the sensation of my cock inside Jacqueline's spectacular ass. I drove into her as hard as I could, the need to cum dominating my thoughts. Soon, I could feel the end coming. I was close and I could tell she was close as well. With a roar like a lion, I forced my entire dick deep inside her ass and let go. My cum burst out of my cock into her ass. It was almost painful it was so good. Jacqueline screamed as she came, hurting my ears. But I didn't care. I was too lost in the pleasure to give a shit. I collapsed onto the counter on top of her, my cock still inside her, my balls empty.
"I love you, hubby." Jacqueline said.
"I love you too." I said, kissing her cheek.
Jacqueline lived up to her vow. She was the perfect replacement wife. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked, things a good wife should do. She was probably a better wife than Priya was. I basked in this glimpse of a life with Jacqueline as my bride. She was perfect wife material. She was a perfect domestic goddess.
Jacqueline kept me company the next few days, keeping my balls drained. I watched her model my wife's clothes, all looking better on her. I watched as all my wife's blouses strained to hold in Jacqueline's massive tits. I watched as all my wife's bras were overfilled with her giant titties. I watched all of Priya's pants and skirts stretched around her magnificent ass. Seeing her in my wife's clothes drove me wild. We fucked all over the house, in every room, in the pool, in the hot tub, Jacqueline marking her territory with me.
The most memorable encounter took place on our last night together. Me and her were having a cookout on the grill. She was wearing one of my wife's sundresses, and she filled it out in just the right way. Her braless tits were pouring out, and her impressive cleavage was exposed for the world to see. Since she was taller than my wife, the bottom of the dress just reached below her ass. She looked great.
So we were just sitting outside, sitting down, eating burgers, shooting the shit.
"Such a perfect night." She said, basking in the cool dusk night. We were sitting together on a large chair, cuddled up together, her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah." I replied.
"A perfect night for love." she said, kissing my jaw. "A perfect night for sex." She said, kissing my cheek. She got to my ear and whispered, "A perfect night for making a baby."
I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I know I'm a nasty slut. I know I'm an anal whore. But right now, I want it in my pussy. I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard until you shoot a giant load inside me. I want you to flood me. I want you to fuck me again and again. I want you to make sure this pussy is knocked up. I have shown you how good a wife I am. What better way to truly prove that than by you knocking me up with your baby. I want your child, Gaurav. We belong together, and the best way I can show that is for us to make a child together." she offered.
This was something new. Me and Kareena had never fully discussed this, but she made sure when we fucked, I fucked her bareback. No condoms, no bullshit. She made sure I came inside of her. Did she want my baby? Did she want to cement our affair permanently by breeding with me? Jacqueline sure did. Jacqueline wanted my baby. She wanted to breed with me. There was something about this, about knocking up a woman that wasn't my wife, that was on a new level of nasty. It appealed to my deep base instincts, to knock up the hottest sluts around. And right now, Jacqueline was the hottest slut around. She was gagging to get knocked up. Who am I to stop what we both wanted?
I pulled her into my arms, pulling her on top of me. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, her tongue entering my mouth. I reached down to the hem of her dress, lifting it. She pulled away from me long enough for me to lift the dress off of her shoulder, revealing her nude body. I tossed the dress away, inadvertently throwing it on the grill. Within seconds, the dress was on fire on top of the grill, but neither of us noticed.
Jacqueline slipped my shorts down as I ripped my shirt off. She grabbed my throbbing dick and quickly sat on it.
"Ohhh, shit!" I yelled out. Her tight wet pussy always felt so good stretched around my cock.
"You like that? You like that pussy? Or is it that you like the thought of knocking up your wife's best friend with your baby? That's so nasty, isn't it? Cheating on your wife and knocking up her best friend. She trusts both of us. That was her first mistake. She couldn't possibly expect for you to stay loyal to her with that body? She must know that a stud like you needs a real woman. Right?" she asked, poised to bounce.
"Yes! I need a real woman. A woman like you!" I screamed. She smiled smugly and began to bounce.
"That dick is not leaving my pussy, Gaurav, until you put a baby inside me. You hear that. You will be hard at work trying to knock me up until your wife gets home or until you do the job. That's your dream, isn't it? You want me barefoot and pregnant, don't you?" Jacqueline said, her hands on my chest, groping my muscles.
"Yes, I want you knocked up with my baby! I want you barefoot and pregnant!" I yelled, groping her titties. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me knocking up some slut in my backyard.
"What a good best friend I am, aren't I? Only a true friend would let her best friend's man knock her up! Only a true friend would let her best friend's husband take out all of his sick, perverted desires on her. She's too delicate for this kind of stuff. We are protecting her from this nastiness? Some would call me a hero." she said with a laugh. I drove up into her harder. I reached around to palm her ass cheeks.
God, she was perfect. Her ass was so round and squeezable. So perfect and fuckable. Her tits were enormous, much more than a handful, with nipples that demanded a mouth to surround them. Her pussy was snug, smothering my cock in warmth, perfect for cumming in. I could fuck her every day and not get tired of it.
We both worked up a sweat in the cool night air. We could both sense the end was near, so she pulled my face between her sweaty, heaving breasts as my hands pulled her ass against me. We were now fucking in a true mating rhythm, with the only goal being procreation. I was fucking my wife's best friend with the sole goal of making her pregnant.
"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND KNOCK UP YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" Jacqueline screamed, her face pointing skywards.
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE FUCKING MY WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" I screamed. I hoped the neighbors heard. I didn't care. Maybe if one of them was a hot woman, she would know I'm a cheating bastard and would be down to fuck me. Right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. All I cared about was putting a baby in this sexy bitch's belly.
Her pussy tightened as she came, driving me over the edge. For a full minute, my dick shot in her, filling her with my seed, flooding her like she demanded. I drove into her, again and again, trying to get as deep inside her as I could, hoping to make sure my cum got as deep inside her as possible.
She collapsed on top of me, her breathing sexily in my ear. In the distance, we heard a voice call out, "What the hell was that?"
Me and Jacqueline laughed. She gave me a peck on the lips, assuring me we were not done. I stood up, carrying her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around me, my dick still inside her. By the time we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, my dick was hard and it drove into her as we fell onto the bed. We were far from done.
I tried to live up to Jacqueline's plan. We fucked throughout the night. I came again and again into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim. She was no doubt assured to be pregnant. I ended the night by giving her a slow, pleasurable ass-fuck, cumming in her ass before we fell to the bed, the energy now fucked out of us.
I knew I had to push Jacqueline away so I could recharge for Kareena. This forced me to part with her for the last day before I had to pick up Kareena and my wife from the airport. Once I was alone, I tried to think again where Kareena fit in with me. I realized that I was filling major roles in my life with hot-bodied sluts. Jacqueline was my substitute wife. She fulfilled the part of that wanted a wife who did the things a typical wife would do, including giving me all the sex I could handle. But Kareena, well, she was my slut. Kareena was a little hotter than Jacqueline. A little nastier than Jacqueline. Probably a little bit better of a fuck than Jacqueline. Kareena was my slut. She would always be my slut.
What could I say to that? What could I say when my wife's best friend confessed to me that she loved to pour wine down her pussy into men's mouths? The only thing I could think of was to polish off the wine left in my glass.
"I'm sure that wine is good, but it's probably not as good as this wine." I joked, waiting for her response. All Jacqueline did was smile evilly. That look practically made my heart stop. She couldn't have done it, could she? I reviewed the facts. I realized that the bottle was open by the time she came out here. My glass was full when she had emerged. I licked my lips, trying to sense anything different. I looked back at her, and she simply nodded. I backed away from her.
"How could you?" I asked, horrified, almost ready to stand and escape from this woman. I couldn't believe it. She actually did it. The wine I had swallowed had been poured across her pussy! I thought she was nice. I thought she was sweet. Nice girls don't secretly feed married men wine that had been poured across her pussy. Sweet girls wouldn't wear such skimpy clothing in front of a married man. Only evil girls did that.
"You said it yourself. It was the best wine you ever had. I thought you deserved a taste." Jacqueline whispered. I stood up, aiming to escape. She stood up as well, which stopped me. I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she stood before they both finally stopped moving. She didn't say anything. All she did was let me gaze at her hot body. I watched the water drip off of her body. I noticed her breasts pouring over the edges of her bra. I looked down her flat belly, letting my eyes rest on her barely covered pussy. She let me ogle her until I looked into her eyes. She knew she had me transfixed with her hot body. I couldn't move. She sat on the edge of the tub, spread her legs, reached down and pulled her thong to the side, revealing her bare pussy to my leering eyes. I gazed at her thin landing strip. This image was so sexual. So lewd. So obscene. So nasty.
"Do you want another taste?" Jacqueline asked, the wine bottle poised over her pussy. I couldn't move. I couldn't walk away. I couldn't move forward.
"That glass you had earlier was extra special. I was extra wet... and you got an extra helping of my asshole." Jacqueline stated.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked.
"Gaurav, we can solve each other's problems. I want a man who will fuck me... hard. I want a man to fuck the shit out of me! You are clearly desperate to fuck someone hard. I want that someone to be me. You need the rough stuff. We both know Priya won't let you do that. But we both know that I will let you do that. If you want a woman that will be there to take care of all your sick, nasty desires, I'm your girl. I'm worried about you Gaurav. You're so tense. We both know that at some point you're gonna seek out new pussy. You will end up fucking some girl that doesn't deserve you. But I do deserve you. I can take care of you... better than your wife. All your frustrations with Priya, all the times you are angry, you can take all that anger out on my hot body. If Priya ever pisses you off, come find me and just fuck the shit out of me. You have free reign to do whatever you want to me."
"I don't believe this." I said. I couldn't believe how casual she was about this.
"Priya doesn't deserve a man like you. It's a shame you saddled yourself to her. It's a marriage destined to fail. She's too delicate for a man like you. I've wanted you for a long time. The first time I met you, I thought she was setting you up with me. You are just my type. I was shocked when she told me she was dating you. But it's thanks to you that I stayed friends with her." Jacqueline said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Priya was always a fringe friend to me, at best. She was one of those girls I graced with my friendship. I ran in better circles than her. I was ready to dump her as a friend. But then you came along, and suddenly, Priya's my best friend! I wanted you bad from the beginning. I hoped you would notice, but you stayed blissfully unaware of my flirting. It seemed like finally, these last few months, you've started to notice me. You noticed my big rack. My perfect ass. I've seen you staring. I know how bad you want me. And here's your chance, Gaurav. Make me your slut!" Jacqueline moaned out, fingering her pussy as she spoke.
"You're evil! You're no friend. You've just been waiting in the weeds. Waiting to strike." I stated.
"Pretty much. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be friends with an uggo like her?" Jacqueline said. Why does everybody think Priya is ugly? She's not! She's really not.
"Priya isn't ugly." I said simply.
"Yes she is. If she was as hot as me, it would be her tits you would be staring at, not mine. We both know she doesn't have tits like these. I am the superior woman to her in every way. Just look at me. Compared to me, she's outdated. Obsolete! Eventually, we won't need her at all!" Jacqueline said.
"What are you saying?" I asked.
"I'm saying that once you fuck me, I won't be friends with her anymore. I'll only be friends with you. More than friends really. Lovers. She'll still think me and her are friends, but we won't be. It's hard to be friends with a woman when you're fucking her husband. It's hard to respect a woman when you're fucking her man better than she ever could." Jacqueline said.
I was silent. Jacqueline was no sweetheart. She was evil! She was an evil little slut! But she wasn't done yet.
"I have wanted to fuck you for a long time. I still remember your wedding. You looked so hot in your tux. I would have bent over a table and let you fuck me at the reception if you wanted me to. I just had to sit back and watch as that bitch wife of yours tricked you into marrying her. I watched as that waste of a woman had somehow saddled herself with a stud like you. It was a damn shame. I still remember how I watched you two dance. All I could think about was that it should have been me. I should have been the woman in your arms. I knew I should have stood up during the wedding and told you that you deserved to be with me. I know you would have dumped her at the altar and married me. I know it, and I'm sorry I didn't say anything. But I had my fun. I remember the reception. Do you remember it? I remember standing up and congratulating you, like a good friend would. Do you remember what happened next? Do you remember how it was me that handed you two your first glasses of wine as a married couple?" Jacqueline said.
"You didn't?" I said. She smiled.
"I couldn't help myself. You were so fucking hot. I had to finger myself under the table just watching you. My fingers were covered in my juices. I figured you wouldn't mind if I used that expensive wine you had bought to wash off my fingers. I figured you wouldn't mind if I let that wine run off my sticky fingers into your glasses. I figured you wouldn't mind if I rubbed any stray juices from my fingers onto the rims of your glasses. Did you mind? Do you mind that you both got a taste of my pussy on your wedding day?" Jacqueline said with an evil smile. "I saw how much you liked that wine then. And I vowed to give you more."
"From that day on, I vowed to myself that I would have you. You would be mine. I had to be that idiot's best friend for years to get to you. It was years of work, just for you. I flirted with you, I practically threw myself at you, but you didn't notice a thing. I guess her stupid spreads to you when she's around. But she's not here now. It's only me and you now. You can do whatever you want and she'll never find out." Jacqueline said.
She had been at this for years. She had been trying to insert herself into my marriage for years. She wanted me, and she had done nasty things for me to see her as the nasty slut she was. The thought of being so wanted by someone so sexy had me rock hard.
So here I was again, being tempted to cheat. But this time, it wasn't with my wife's hot-bodied sister. It was with my wife's hot-bodied best friend. Here she was, lewdly displaying herself to me while trying to tempt me into fucking her. I was trying to stay loyal, but then I realized who I was trying to stay loyal to. It wasn't my wife, the woman I vowed to love and cherish. No, the woman I was trying to stay loyal to was Kareena. My sister-in-law. I wanted to stay loyal to her for a few simple reasons. Firstly, she had enormous breasts. With tits as big as hers, you don't risk losing access to them. Secondly, her ass was just perfect. The sight of those perfect cheeks could just drive me wild with lust. Next, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was one of the most gorgeous and sexy women I had ever met. If I fucked Jacqueline, I could risk losing that.
But the rewards might be worth it. I could have two gorgeous women to fuck. Two women with perfect bodies and gorgeous faces, both desperate for my cock. And it wasn't like I would be trading down. If I had a list of the sexiest women I knew, Kareena was number 1, and Jacqueline would be 1A. (Priya wouldn't be anywhere close to the top ten.) Could I balance cheating on my wife with two different women and having none of the women find out about each other?
"You know you need this." Jacqueline started. "You've earned this. You're so tense. You've been cooped up with your wife so long. You've forgotten what real sex is actually like. Let me remind you."
I looked down at her soaking wet pussy as she fingered herself. She was clearly horny. Desperate for my mouth. Desperate for my tongue. Her ass was rotating as she pleasured herself. I tried to justify my thoughts. Jacqueline and Kareena barely knew each other. There was little chance they would ever meet up with each other, let alone suspect I was fucking both of them. And since Kareena was my mistress, it was inherent that we couldn't spend all of our time together. I could easily justify my time away with her as time I had to spend with my wife. I could do it. I could get away with it. Priya was clearly not perceptive enough to suspect I was fucking someone close to her. She would never suspect a thing. I could do it.
My cock was rock hard, and she knew it since she was looking right at it. It was easy to see. My swim trunks were plastered around my hard-on.
"You look huge, Gaurav. Tell me I'm not just seeing things. Tell me you are as big as I think you are." she asked.
I had to avoid this temptation. I had to... But I couldn't. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. She had worked so hard for me. She wanted this so badly. Plus, she looked so good. She had such a hot body, that she had no doubt worked hard to maintain. Plus, she fed into that part of me that got off on betraying my wife, of humiliating her. It was so wrong, so nasty. But so hot. Kareena had made me realize the type of women that drove me wild, and Jacqueline, she drove me wild. Much like Kareena, she could read me like a book. Much like Kareena, she had me by the balls. Plus, there was the simple fact that I had cheated before. Honestly, what's the difference with cheating with two women as opposed to just one? It was still cheating. I was a cheating bastard already. There was not enough guilt to stop me. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist. I knew I couldn't resist. I knew I couldn't resist playing her game.
I submerged my lower half back in the bubbling hot tub and walked over to her. I stood between her legs as she fingered herself. My eyes met hers. She was looking at me expectantly, as if she expected me get on my knees and pleasure her. She was so smug. So arrogant. So right.
Looking into her eyes, I kneeled down until I was eye level with her cunt. She moved her fingers away, allowing me to look right at it. I moved my face forward until I was within a few inches of her pussy. She brought the wine bottle over her belly, poised to pour.
"You're nasty, aren't you." she asked.
"Yes." I replied.
"You've wanted to fuck me for a long time, haven't you?" she asked.
"Yes." I said.
"You wanted to fuck me at your wedding, didn't you?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You wanted to slip my maid of honor's dress off and fuck you in your marriage suite."
"Yes."
"Or better yet, you wanted me to take your wife's place during the wedding. You knew she couldn't handle her wifely duties. You wanted me to be the one you were marrying, didn't you?"
"Yes, I wanted to marry you, not her."
"You wanted to pledge your loyalty to me. You wanted to have and hold me. You wanted to promise me your love, your heart and your cum, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did." I said, desperately.
"Open up." Jacqueline said, about to pour the wine. I opened my mouth, and hovered near her pussy.
I watched as she tilted the bottle, and I watched as the liquid reached the rim of the bottle. I watched the wine pour out of the bottle in a smooth stream. I watched the wine splash against her firm belly, before trailing down her belly. I watched as the wine started sifting through her landing strip, combing through the hairs. I watched as the wine reached her hard clit, causing her to shiver. I watched as the wine ran down her pussy, combining with her juices to create a delicious mixture. I watched as the wine ran past her pussy, crossing the short distance to her neat, clean asshole. I watch the wine gather there for a moment, gathering its flavors. And finally, I watched as the wine ran off of her asshole and fell into my open mouth. A steady stream of wine poured in my mouth. As I let the wine pool in my mouth and I savored its flavor, I realized Jacqueline was right. It was the best wine I had ever had. It was rich and full of flavor. Jacqueline's flavor. Her flavor was the best part. I swallowed the wine in my mouth to make room for more.
The wine was dripping into my mouth, but I realized that I was missing some of the wine as it dripped all over. I realized I had to get all of it. I didn't want any of it to go to waste. I closed the distance between me and her, finding the only solution to not waste the wine. I had paid a pretty penny for this bottle for my wife. It was for our anniversary. It was my wife's favorite. She wouldn't want it to go to waste. This stuff was hard to get. The only thing I could do to not waste it was to press my tongue against my wife's best friend's asshole. I'm sure my wife would understand.
The wine now ran off directly from her asshole into my mouth. The wine pooled on my tongue. It tasted so good! Wine that was meant for my wife was being poured across her best friend's pussy and asshole into my mouth. I had to admit it was being put to better use.
I realized some of the wine had pooled to her asshole, so I let my tongue flick out against it, gathering the wine into my mouth while pleasuring her asshole. Win-win. She moaned loudly as I did so. I looked up to see a lot more wine pooled in her pussy. Her pussy looked so nice and juicy. I trailed my tongue from her ass along her skin before digging into her cunt. The juices there were a concentrated mix of wine and pussy juice. It tasted amazing!
"Oh, fuck!" Jacqueline said, "Gaurav, I want you to promise me something. If Priya ever wants wine, I want you to call me first. I want her to try my special concoction. I want you to make sure that any wine that ends up in her belly passes over my pussy first. Got it!? Or maybe, she'll get a special blend. Maybe I'll pour the wine down my ass-crack. Maybe all the wine she'll ever get will taste like my ass! That sound good to you?"
This drove me wild. I dug deep into her cunt, gathering her juices. As I dug deeper, there was less and less wine and more and more pussy juice. Soon, I was only swallowing her pussy juice. I looked up and noticed she was drinking the wine straight from the bottle. Now, there was no pretense to me tasting her wine, as if there really was. I was now eating my wife's best friend's pussy.
For a few minutes, all I did was eat out her cunt. I drove my tongue in and out of her. I eventually brought my tongue to her clit, circling it and sucking it into my mouth. She screamed loudly as her thighs tightened against my head. I teased her clit, not letting her go over the edge. I ran my tongue through her landing strip, then I teased her clit for a minutes. I could sense her impatience, so I finally focused on her clit, biting down on it lightly, bringing her over the edge.
"Oh, you are so good at this!" she screamed as she trapped my head in her vice-like thighs. Her juices kept squirting in my mouth, and I swallowed it as fast as it came. It was as sweet as any wine. She kept squirting and squirting before finally, she fell back, out of breath, the wine bottle rolling out of her hands and crashing to the ground, breaking the bottle into a million pieces and splashing the remaining wine all over the ground. But neither of us cared. I looked past her massive, mountainous breasts to her gorgeous, satisfied face. She got up on her elbows and looked right at me, her chest heaving.
"Take me to your bedroom. I'm fucking you." she pleaded, holding out her hand. I surprised her by leaping out if the hot tub and lifting Jacqueline into my arms. She laughed as I whirled her around and walked quickly towards the house. I kicked open the door and slammed it behind me. I carried her towards my bedroom. The only woman I ever did this for was my wife. But now, I was poised to carry my wife's best friend over the threshold into my marital bedroom, onto my marital bed. I felt no guilt. No shame. I wanted to fuck her, and I was about to do so.
I crossed the threshold into my bedroom, and as soon as I did, Jacqueline took control. She slipped out of my arms and stood in front of me. She grabbed my head and pulled it down towards her. Our lips parted as we got closer. Her soft lips met mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I just stood there, in me and my wife's bedroom, making out with my wife's best friend. I slipped my hands down her sexy back, past her thong straps, and I helped myself to two healthy handfuls of her firm, bare ass. She brought her hands to my bare chest and pushed me back. I fell to a sitting position on the bed, our lips parting.
"I'm really a nasty little slut, aren't I?" she said, starting to pace around, modeling her body in front of me. "What kind of nasty whore parades a body like mine around a married man?" she said. I watched as her breasts jiggled under her bra, bursting to escape. "What kind of bitch stays friends with a girl only so she could get closer to her man? What kind of absolute cunt lets herself be her friend's BFF, her maid of honor, when she wants to steal her man from her?" She turned and showed off her perfect ass again, with its two jiggling cheeks. She turned to face me again.
"I need to thank you, Gaurav, for that great advice. Thanks for convincing me to go after the man I want. Thanks for convincing me to go after you. If you hadn't, we probably wouldn't be here. You're the type of man I need. You just want to fuck, just like me. You are a man that deserves me. We are meant to be together." Jacqueline stated. She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders.
"It must be tough to be married to an ugly woman who can't fuck worth a damn." she said, rubbing my hair, scratching my head. "But that's why I'm here. It's such a shame when a stud like you gets stuck with a girl like her. You need a real woman. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with giant knockers, you deserve to see them whenever you want. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with a perfect, round ass, you deserve to grab it, spank it, and fuck it whenever you want. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with such a tight pussy, you deserve to stretch it with your giant cock whenever you want to. And you will. Honey, you can have this body whenever you want. I know you love me more than her. So prove it. Fuck me and prove how much you love me more than her."
Jacqueline's tits were in front of my face. The way they jiggled as she spoke had hypnotized me. No words could come to me. She was right. Everything she said was right. I had always thought she was good wife material. Now she was about to show me what a good wife should do.
She grabbed my head roughly, her nails digging into my scalp, forcing my head against her giant breasts. As my face swam in their softness, I reached around her and unclipped her bra. She pushed me back onto the bed as I was able to sling her bra off of her and toss it on the ground. Her bare breasts now surrounded my face. She subdued me with their softness for a bit, before finally taking their weight off of my face. This allowed me to take in her bare breasts for the first time. They were just perfect. While not quite as massive as Kareena's, they were awful close. I reached up to cup them. I squeezed them roughly, taking them in. They were so soft, with nice smooth skin. Her nipples were at attention, begging to be sucked and chewed on. I pinched them causing her to scream out in pleasure.
"Why haven't you showed me these before?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry." she moaned out as I pinched her nipples again. I leaned up to suck her nipples, nibbling them with my teeth while I did so. Her eyes flashed with pleasure as I did this. I repeated this with her other nipple, driving her wild, until she slammed me to the bed and kissed me roughly. As we made out fiercely, our hands tangled as we sought to remove all of our clothes. Her hands went to my trunks, trying to push them down, and my hands grabbed her thong straps like handles as I tried to rip them off her body. We both kicked out our legs, trying to remove our clothing so we could be naked for each other. I kicked my trunks to the floor, followed quickly by her thong. Now that we were naked, her hands reached down and took a hold of my thick, nine-inch cock.
She pulled her mouth from me, now focusing all of her attention on jacking my cock.
"Holy shit! This thing is just perfect! Nice and fat. Fuck, I love it! I bet Priya regrets telling me you have a huge cock right about now?" she said, causing us both to laugh. My cock was leaking pre-cum, which now covered her hands, aiding in lubricating my cock for the rough sex that was about to happen.
Jacqueline wasted no time. She straddled me while holding onto my cock, pointing it upward towards her pussy, it's soon to be home. She slapped the tip of my cock against her wet cunt.
"You ready, baby?" she asked.
"You better believe it. It takes a huge slut to fuck a married man, who's also her best friend's husband." I teased.
"Lucky for you, I am as big a slut as there is." Jacqueline said, starting to lower herself on my cock.
My eyes lidded shut as my unprotected cock was forced inside my wife's best friend's tight little pussy. Her pussy was as tight as advertised. I didn't know if I would be able to get my entire dick inside of her. Her pussy was so damn tight. I groaned loudly as more and more of my cock entered her. I looked down to see the lips of her pussy wrapped around my cock as her ass settled on my lap.
I reached up to grab her breasts again. Her hands went to my chest to balance herself. As I tweaked her nipples, she started to bounce.
"Oh, fuck!" I yelled out, her tight pussy driving me wild.
"What a good husband you are! I think you are nastier than I am! What kind of good husband drools over his wife's best friend? What kind of good man fucks the shit out of his wife's BFF? Tell me! Tell me what type of man you are!" Jacqueline demanded, bouncing roughly.
"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a bad husband! I'm as nasty as you are! I'm a nasty husband who wants to fuck his wife's best friend!" I yelled out, pounding my dick hard into her.
"Keep going! Tell me more!" she screamed. I wasn't going to be able to hold out very long. The past few days with no cumming had me on edge.
"Your pussy is so nice and tight!" I said. "It feels so good on my cock! I love your perfect ass! I love your giant tits! I love how nasty you are! You are an amazing fuck!"
"Do you love me?" she asked.
"Yes! I love you! I love you more than Priya! I love your body more than Priya! I should have married you!" I yelled.
"You got full access to my body whenever you want it! I'm yours." Jacqueline moaned out.
"You're body is amazing!" I said.
"Tell me more!" she demanded.
"I loved when you made fun of my wife! I love the fact that you hate her! I love the fact that the only reason you pretended to be her best friend was so you could get to me! I loved when you called her ugly! It got me so hard! I had to stop you because I was afraid I would cum!" I moaned out, lost in a haze of good sex.
"You hate her too, don't you? You don't care about her at all, do you? The only reason you stayed married to her was to keep close to me, right?" Jacqueline asked, now working up a healthy sweat. Her ass just kept bouncing on my things at a furious pace. It was about that time.
"FUCK! I FUCKING HATE HER! HOLY SHIT!" I screamed as Jacqueline took me over the edge.
"OH FUCK! MAKE ME YOUR WOMAN!" Jacqueline yelled as my cum shot deep inside her, setting off her own orgasm. She fell on top of me, our sweaty chests rubbing together as we rode out our orgasms together. My dick just kept pumping more and more cum inside of her. Our bodies' spasm together as we both tried to prolong the pleasure. Finally, she rolled off of me, rolling onto her back on my wife's side of the bed. We both caught our breaths as we basked in the warm glow of amazing sex. She got up on her elbows and looked at me. I admired the way her tits sat on her chest firmly.
"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked, walking her fingers down my slightly softened cock. "Because..." she whispered, "We are not leaving this bed until this dick of yours is buried up my ass." This sent a jolt through my cock. It was now reversing course, starting to regain its hardness. Just the thought of my cock buried up the ass of this sexy little bitch made me wild. As an answer to her question, I rolled on top of her and brought my lips to hers. She laughed as we resumed making out.
Our make-out session went from playful to rough quickly. Soon, our limbs were wrestling with each other. Eventually, Jacqueline ended up on all fours in front of me. She looked back at me, willing me to give her what she wanted. I knew what she wanted. I straightened up and looked down, staring as my hard dick pointed directly at her cute little asshole. Jacqueline reached forward, grabbed my wife's pillow, and leaned down onto it, pressing her upper body against it, soaking the pillow with her sex sweat. This freed up her arms, allowing her to reach back and pull her ass-cheeks apart, obscenely displaying her asshole to me.
My dick was still soaked with her juices, so there was no reason to delay. I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole and began to push. It took awhile, but my dick finally breached her defenses, my cock-head finally penetrating her tight little ass. Once it did, I grabbed her hips for leverage, and really began to push. Jacqueline but her lip and slapped the bed with her hand as more and more of my cock entered her ass.
The snug tightness of her ass was a new experience for me. It was so tight, and she knew how to work her ass to nearly drive me wild. As I buried my dick to the root inside her, I couldn't help but compare her to Kareena. I would have to admit Kareena's pussy was slightly tighter and better than Jacqueline's. But I would also say that Jacqueline's ass is better than Kareena's. I could tell that Jacqueline was a seasoned anal whore, a bit more-so than Kareena. If I had to choose an ass to fuck, it would be Jacqueline's.
"C'mon Gaurav! Fuck my ass!" Jacqueline demanded, going crazy with lust. Who am I to deny a lady? I pulled back and then drove my dick into her. The lewd anal fuck had begun.
Within minutes, I was driving the full length of my cock in and out of my wife's best friend's tight ass. Her ass was the tightest hole I had ever fucked. We were sweating like pigs, soaking the bed with our sweat and sexual juices, staining them.
"Fuck my whore ass! Do it! Fuck your wife's best friend's slutty ass!" Jacqueline begged. I slapped her ass, causing her to scream in pleasure.
"You've wanted to stick that fat cock of yours up my ass for years now, haven't you? You just wanted to take me in your arms, throw me down, rip off my pants, and fuck my tight asshole. Didn't you? It never mattered if your wife was in the room. Every time we were in the same room, you had to fight the urge to fuck me! You had to fight the urge to fuck my ass! Now you don't need to fight it anymore. You can have me whenever you want me!" Jacqueline moaned, enjoying the ass fucking. I just nodded and continued fucking her spectacular ass.
"I'm getting close." I said, reaching under her, cupping her soft breasts and giving them another firm squeeze.
"I'll let you cum, but you have to promise me one thing." Jacqueline gaped, clearly close to cumming herself.
"What?" I asked.
"I need you to promise that you'll give all your cum to me. I don't want Priya to get a drop of it. I deserve it, and I deserve to get all of it. Got it?" Jacqueline said.
I had to consider my options here. I had committed most of my cum to Kareena already, and Priya was getting the leftovers. Now that Jacqueline was in the picture and wanted my cum I knew I would have to double the amount of sex I was having to keep anyone from noticing any change. I would have to split my cum between Kareena and Jacqueline equally. That would take a lot of work. A lot of sex. Nasty sex, with big breasted, hot-assed sluts. With all the sex I would have to keep these sluts happy, I didn't know if I would have any cum left at all for my wife. I thought it over for a second, but the positives outweighed the negatives. If I had to have more sex with gorgeous sluts to keep everyone happy, I would have to make that sacrifice. I brought my mouth to Jacqueline's ear.
"Baby, you will get all my cum. You've earned it. Priya will have none of it. All of it will be inside you. Down your throat. In your pussy. Up your ass." I said, giving her an extra hard thrust and giving her breasts an extra-hard squeeze.
"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Jacqueline screamed, her ass tightening around my dick as she came. This was enough to drive me over the edge. I buried my cock inside her ass just as hot cum burst from the tip of dick, coating the insides of her ass. I collapsed on top of her driving us both down to the bed. I thrust into her in spasms, trying to empty my balls completely. Finally, I rolled off of her, no more cum left to give her. This was how we fell asleep. Her on my wife's side of the bed. Me on mine. This was how me and my wife's best friend first slept together in my marital bed.
I woke up in a daze. I had forgotten the events of the day before till I looked over and saw Jacqueline's shapely body in bed next to me, peacefully asleep. Peaceful now that she had been well-fucked. I rolled out of bed and got started on my day. I got the paper and sat down at the dinner table.
Now that my balls were emptier than they were, I was able to think clearly. I had to wonder how I was going to be able to keep this up. How was I going to be able to balance two affairs behind my wife's back without either my wife or my two sluts finding out? I knew I was playing with fire here, and if I wasn't careful, I would get burned.
I was shocked out of my thoughts by a ringing. The phone was ringing. I started to stand up when the ringing stopped. From my bedroom, I heard a voice. Holy crap! Jacqueline picked up the phone. I could hear her voice echoing down the hallway.
"Hey, what's up?" she said. I could only hear her side of the conversation.
"Yeah, I figured Gaurav would be lonely, so I figured we'd meet up for breakfast."
"Well, we haven't eaten yet. So, how's home?"
"Well, don't feel bad. She's always kind of a bitch. That's the impression I always got from her whenever we've been around each other. How's your mom?" I admired how she could stay so calm while talking to the woman whose man she stole.
"Ha-ha, I love Kelly. Well, do you want to talk to hubby?" I heard my bedroom door open.
"Okay, let me go get him. Love ya girl." As Jacqueline emerged, she adjusted her top as she said bye to my wife. As she walked into the kitchen, I realized what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight yellow blouse, one of Priya's. I looked down and noted the jeans she was wearing were Priya's as well. Priya did not have the curves that Jacqueline had, so Jacqueline's body was testing the clothes limits. Her tits were overfilling the blouse, threatening to spill out. Her ass was bursting to be free of the tight jeans. I could tell she was wearing one of Priya's bras as it could barely cope with the stress her massive tits were exerting. I could see her tits overfill the cups of the bra, her flesh spilling over the edges. It couldn't possibly be comfortable. It was simply for my benefit.
I made small talk with my wife on the phone as I watched Jacqueline prance her body around me, taunting me. I listened to my wife tell me what a pain in the ass Kareena was being, but that only turned me on. It was awful, but I loved how much of a bitch Kareena was to her sister. I was clearly distracted as I watched Jacqueline start cooking us breakfast with her back to me. I watched her bouncing her leg, causing her perfect ass to jiggle. I was hypnotized by this sight. I quickly ended the conversation with Priya and tossed the phone on the table. I stood up, walked behind Jacqueline, reached around her and cupped her tits with my hands. I started to grind my now throbbing cock between her ass-cheeks. I started kissing and sucking her neck.
"So, since your wife is gone for a few more days, I figured I would take her place here till she gets back. I'll be your substitute wife. I'll take care of all the wifely duties around here. The cooking. The cleaning. The sex. I'll be the wife you wish you had." Jacqueline stated.
I was by no means a misogynist. I admired women who were independent and didn't require a man to feel successful. I by no means needed to have a wife to cook and clean for me. But for some reason, Jacqueline willingly accepting and vowing to be that kind of woman drove me wild.
I started to squeeze her tits roughly, nearly ripping the blouse. In my fervor, I reached into her blouse and roughly pulled her tits out, causing the top to rip a bit, ruining my wife's blouse. I reached down and roughly pulled her jeans down to her thighs, revealing her bare ass. I took my dick out of pants, bent her over the counter, and started to push my dick slowly up her asshole again.
"Do it! Fuck me!" Jacqueline said, as horny as I was. What proceeded there was the most violent fucking I had ever been a part of. I had my wife's slutty best friend bent over the counter of kitchen, driving my dick up her ass as hard as I could. As I fucked her, I drove her until she was mostly on top of the counter, my dick still buried inside her. I don't know why I was so wild this time. Before I started fucking Kareena, I had never been like this. But now, I was an absolute monster. A cursing, rutting beast. I feared what I was becoming.
I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head. All I cared about now was the sensation of my cock inside Jacqueline's spectacular ass. I drove into her as hard as I could, the need to cum dominating my thoughts. Soon, I could feel the end coming. I was close and I could tell she was close as well. With a roar like a lion, I forced my entire dick deep inside her ass and let go. My cum burst out of my cock into her ass. It was almost painful it was so good. Jacqueline screamed as she came, hurting my ears. But I didn't care. I was too lost in the pleasure to give a shit. I collapsed onto the counter on top of her, my cock still inside her, my balls empty.
"I love you, hubby." Jacqueline said.
"I love you too." I said, kissing her cheek.
Jacqueline lived up to her vow. She was the perfect replacement wife. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked, things a good wife should do. She was probably a better wife than Priya was. I basked in this glimpse of a life with Jacqueline as my bride. She was perfect wife material. She was a perfect domestic goddess.
Jacqueline kept me company the next few days, keeping my balls drained. I watched her model my wife's clothes, all looking better on her. I watched as all my wife's blouses strained to hold in Jacqueline's massive tits. I watched as all my wife's bras were overfilled with her giant titties. I watched all of Priya's pants and skirts stretched around her magnificent ass. Seeing her in my wife's clothes drove me wild. We fucked all over the house, in every room, in the pool, in the hot tub, Jacqueline marking her territory with me.
The most memorable encounter took place on our last night together. Me and her were having a cookout on the grill. She was wearing one of my wife's sundresses, and she filled it out in just the right way. Her braless tits were pouring out, and her impressive cleavage was exposed for the world to see. Since she was taller than my wife, the bottom of the dress just reached below her ass. She looked great.
So we were just sitting outside, sitting down, eating burgers, shooting the shit.
"Such a perfect night." She said, basking in the cool dusk night. We were sitting together on a large chair, cuddled up together, her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah." I replied.
"A perfect night for love." she said, kissing my jaw. "A perfect night for sex." She said, kissing my cheek. She got to my ear and whispered, "A perfect night for making a baby."
I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.
"I know I'm a nasty slut. I know I'm an anal whore. But right now, I want it in my pussy. I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard until you shoot a giant load inside me. I want you to flood me. I want you to fuck me again and again. I want you to make sure this pussy is knocked up. I have shown you how good a wife I am. What better way to truly prove that than by you knocking me up with your baby. I want your child, Gaurav. We belong together, and the best way I can show that is for us to make a child together." she offered.
This was something new. Me and Kareena had never fully discussed this, but she made sure when we fucked, I fucked her bareback. No condoms, no bullshit. She made sure I came inside of her. Did she want my baby? Did she want to cement our affair permanently by breeding with me? Jacqueline sure did. Jacqueline wanted my baby. She wanted to breed with me. There was something about this, about knocking up a woman that wasn't my wife, that was on a new level of nasty. It appealed to my deep base instincts, to knock up the hottest sluts around. And right now, Jacqueline was the hottest slut around. She was gagging to get knocked up. Who am I to stop what we both wanted?
I pulled her into my arms, pulling her on top of me. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, her tongue entering my mouth. I reached down to the hem of her dress, lifting it. She pulled away from me long enough for me to lift the dress off of her shoulder, revealing her nude body. I tossed the dress away, inadvertently throwing it on the grill. Within seconds, the dress was on fire on top of the grill, but neither of us noticed.
Jacqueline slipped my shorts down as I ripped my shirt off. She grabbed my throbbing dick and quickly sat on it.
"Ohhh, shit!" I yelled out. Her tight wet pussy always felt so good stretched around my cock.
"You like that? You like that pussy? Or is it that you like the thought of knocking up your wife's best friend with your baby? That's so nasty, isn't it? Cheating on your wife and knocking up her best friend. She trusts both of us. That was her first mistake. She couldn't possibly expect for you to stay loyal to her with that body? She must know that a stud like you needs a real woman. Right?" she asked, poised to bounce.
"Yes! I need a real woman. A woman like you!" I screamed. She smiled smugly and began to bounce.
"That dick is not leaving my pussy, Gaurav, until you put a baby inside me. You hear that. You will be hard at work trying to knock me up until your wife gets home or until you do the job. That's your dream, isn't it? You want me barefoot and pregnant, don't you?" Jacqueline said, her hands on my chest, groping my muscles.
"Yes, I want you knocked up with my baby! I want you barefoot and pregnant!" I yelled, groping her titties. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me knocking up some slut in my backyard.
"What a good best friend I am, aren't I? Only a true friend would let her best friend's man knock her up! Only a true friend would let her best friend's husband take out all of his sick, perverted desires on her. She's too delicate for this kind of stuff. We are protecting her from this nastiness? Some would call me a hero." she said with a laugh. I drove up into her harder. I reached around to palm her ass cheeks.
God, she was perfect. Her ass was so round and squeezable. So perfect and fuckable. Her tits were enormous, much more than a handful, with nipples that demanded a mouth to surround them. Her pussy was snug, smothering my cock in warmth, perfect for cumming in. I could fuck her every day and not get tired of it.
We both worked up a sweat in the cool night air. We could both sense the end was near, so she pulled my face between her sweaty, heaving breasts as my hands pulled her ass against me. We were now fucking in a true mating rhythm, with the only goal being procreation. I was fucking my wife's best friend with the sole goal of making her pregnant.
"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND KNOCK UP YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" Jacqueline screamed, her face pointing skywards.
"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE FUCKING MY WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" I screamed. I hoped the neighbors heard. I didn't care. Maybe if one of them was a hot woman, she would know I'm a cheating bastard and would be down to fuck me. Right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. All I cared about was putting a baby in this sexy bitch's belly.
Her pussy tightened as she came, driving me over the edge. For a full minute, my dick shot in her, filling her with my seed, flooding her like she demanded. I drove into her, again and again, trying to get as deep inside her as I could, hoping to make sure my cum got as deep inside her as possible.
She collapsed on top of me, her breathing sexily in my ear. In the distance, we heard a voice call out, "What the hell was that?"
Me and Jacqueline laughed. She gave me a peck on the lips, assuring me we were not done. I stood up, carrying her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around me, my dick still inside her. By the time we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, my dick was hard and it drove into her as we fell onto the bed. We were far from done.
I tried to live up to Jacqueline's plan. We fucked throughout the night. I came again and again into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim. She was no doubt assured to be pregnant. I ended the night by giving her a slow, pleasurable ass-fuck, cumming in her ass before we fell to the bed, the energy now fucked out of us.
I knew I had to push Jacqueline away so I could recharge for Kareena. This forced me to part with her for the last day before I had to pick up Kareena and my wife from the airport. Once I was alone, I tried to think again where Kareena fit in with me. I realized that I was filling major roles in my life with hot-bodied sluts. Jacqueline was my substitute wife. She fulfilled the part of that wanted a wife who did the things a typical wife would do, including giving me all the sex I could handle. But Kareena, well, she was my slut. Kareena was a little hotter than Jacqueline. A little nastier than Jacqueline. Probably a little bit better of a fuck than Jacqueline. Kareena was my slut. She would always be my slut.
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