Adultery Unfaithful Mothers and Housewives - Stranger_Women

The Threesome​

What must it like for a woman to be around another girl who's had sex with her man?

It's probably rare that it happens knowingly. What was common is that a woman would find out after the fact that someone she trusted had been with her man. Someone she trusted had broken that confidence, taken advantage of that bond. Thrown out those years of trust for the sake of pleasure. Sick, filthy, sexy pleasure. And once the cheated party found out the truth, they would simply be destroyed. Heartbroken.

They would wonder why. Why did this happen? How could people she trusted betray her so? What kind of pleasure would make people do that? These thoughts would drive her insane, but then she would imagine the filthy details. Imagine her man's thick cock in this other woman's vagina. Imagine them lost in the throes of passion. Imagine her man spurting thick, hot cum all over this other woman.

How heartbroken must she be? How inferior must she feel after finding out she was not enough to hold onto her man? That someone she loved sought greener pastures elsewhere. That she was not enough woman for her man. That she, in the end, was a failure.

These thoughts ran through my mind as I waited for my wife and her sister at the airport terminal. Sure, I had done terrible things to my wife. I had fucked her smoking hot older sister Kareena, and as soon as she had left on this trip back home, I had fucked her hot best friend Jacqueline as well. Yes, the pleasure was great. The hot, cheating sex I had was just... incredible, but I didn't enjoy hurting my wife. Betraying her in every way possible. I got no joy out of it, although I did seem to cum extra hard when either Kareena or Jacqueline really bashed my wife while I fucked them. But, in the end, I didn't want to hurt her. And I knew I was tempting fate. I was stretching myself too thin, now carrying out two separate affairs. Now there were three women who thought my loyalties lay with them and them alone. I was playing with fire, and I just knew this would soon all fall apart.

How could I balance fucking two women besides my wife? Would I have to split time between the two? Fuck Kareena on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and fuck Jacqueline on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays? Leave my wife one day a week for sex, and even then, I'm probably so worn out the last thing I want is sex with her? This probably wouldn't work, as I could imagine both sluts needing more than a few times a week. Would I have to fuck one at lunch, and one after work? How could I do this? This couldn't work. How could it work?

I knew I had to fight back. I knew I had to try to stay loyal to Priya and resist these seductresses who were just so hot. If I didn't resist, my world would crumble around me. I steeled myself, resolving to say no when Kareena sauntered out, craving yet another fuck. I had to resist.

Then I looked up.

I was waiting at the gate at the airport, waiting for the two sisters to appear from the tunnel. And when I looked up, I didn't see my wife walking towards me, smiling warmly, tired from the flight. No, I looked past her as Kareena marched towards me, her huge tits jiggling under her straining, tight yellow blouse, with her hard nipples showing through. Her eyes met mine, and I saw that naughty smirk cross her smooth lips.

I was doomed.

Despite me knowing better, I knew how this would end. Those long legs of hers would end up wrapped around my waist. That amazing ass would be smothering my face. Those huge tits would end up filling my palms as I vigorously squeeze them. Those bouncing nipples would end up in my mouth. And those smooth lips of hers would be soon wrapped around my throbbing cock.

Like I said, I was doomed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kareena needed to get fucked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How are your folks?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh yeah, sounds good." I replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I asked, confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What are you doing?" I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

"White, please." Priya added.

"Just bring a bottle." Kareena added.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You work two jobs?" Kareena asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Take it out"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That is not what I saw.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah." I grunted.

"What?" Priya asked.

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

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

"It sure was." Kareena smiled wickedly.

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

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

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

"Great, huh?" Priya asked.

"Perfect." I replied, barely paying attention.

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

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

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

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

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

I glanced at Kareena's jiggling cleavage.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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