Episode 109
Kareena and Jacqueline were cordial to each other but nothing more. They just seemed to be so totally different that they had nothing in common. Jacqueline always came across as fun and generous and giving, while Kareena came across like a straight-up bitch. I now knew they were more similar than either of them realized.
Kareena's foot returned to work as we began our meal. I could not think straight. I needed to fuck Kareena. I needed her fucking body. I needed to fill this crazy bitch with my cum. Soon. Part of me wanted to throw her on the table, rip her clothes off, and feast on her juicy tits. But, I kept my head straight. I was forced to pay attention to show off boring pictures in this scrapbook, photo album thing, but every thought I had was poisoned with thoughts of sex with Kareena.
I reached down and pushed Kareena's foot away from my crotch before stuffing my pulsing shaft into my pants and zipping up. "I just, uh, need to go to the bathroom." I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin, pushing back my chair and standing up. I turned away from my wife so she wouldn't see the bulge in the front of my pants. I only let the rest of the room take notice.
I had to go to the restroom, clear my head, splash water on my face, let my cock settle down a bit. I had to be more focused, more controlled, more careful. I only got a few steps away when I heard...
"That sounds like a good idea." Kareena began. "I have to go, too."
I tensed up and gulped as I heard this. I kept walking towards the back slowly, not looking back, knowing I was being followed. I could practically feel Kareena's eyes on me, a few steps behind, eyeing me like prey. I couldn't give into her. I had to get my head straight. I couldn't let Priya notice. I couldn't be so reckless.
I walked down the little hallway towards the bathroom. As I turned the knob of the door, I pushed it open long enough to recognize it was one of those one person restrooms as opposed to a few stalls and a wall of urinals. But I didn't have time to take stock before I was pushed forward into the restroom. I heard the door shut and lock, and as I turned around, I was attacked.
In a whirlwind, before I could even react, my back slammed into the far wall, a pair of soft, plump lips pressed roughly into mine, and a sinewy tongue entered my mouth. As my daze cleared and I felt a pair of huge breasts pressing into my chest, I realized I should have known Kareena would try something. I fell into this forced embrace, my tongue mashing against my sister-in-law's tongue as we made out furiously. She pressed herself into me, making sure I felt her lush body against mine and making sure she felt my bulging cock against her belly.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I said, pushing Kareena away. She chewed her lip as she looked at me hungrily. "Kareena, we can't do this! We'll get caught."
"That's what makes it fun." Kareena said, smiling wickedly. "You have no idea how fucking hot it is to fuck in public. To make the whole world hear you scream. To not be able to control yourself any longer, when the teasing and flirting stops and you just HAVE to do it!"
"You've done it before?" I asked.
"Gaurav, don't forget... I'm a slut." Kareena said. "Your sister-in-law is a huge slut. You have no idea the things I've done. But the idea of me and you fucking in the bathroom while my brainless little sister waits like a moron... us moaning and cumming and everyone out there knows what we're doing except for your dumbass wife."
"This is so wrong." I replied, throbbing for my sister-in-law. God, I wanted her body, but now was not the time. Right?
"What's wrong is the fact that my ugly little sister gets to hog your giant cock!" Kareena argued. "A flat-chested idiot like her gets to have a ring on her finger while a big-titted slut like me doesn't. An ugly, stupid bitch like your wife has permission to be in your bed on a nightly basis, while a whore like me has to sneak around. A dumb, nasty, annoying little bitch... mmmmpphhhh!"
Before she could finish her thought, my lips were on hers. I couldn't resist any longer. Her casual, venom-filled insults levied against my wife, her sister, was just a huge fucking turn on. I forced her back till her back hit the wall next to the sink. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our lips collided furiously, my tongue in her mouth as we sloppily made out. One of my hands grabbed her behind her knee and lifted her leg off the ground, allowing our clothed crotches to grind against each other. My other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it greedily.
We ground against each other furiously and our hands were on each other. A week's worth of passion was exploding as we touched each other. I slipped the hand that was squeezing her ass into her jeans, wanting to touch her bare ass-cheek. One of her hands slid down my chest and squeezed my swollen cock, aching to be inside her again.
As my hand greedily squeezed her juicy ass, my other hand wanted something to grab hold of. As me and Kareena passionately made out, I lost control. I pushed against her roughly and lifted her onto the sink, plopping her down roughly. My hand grabbed at the hem of her shirt roughly. I pulled it up, first exposing her flat fit belly and sexy belly button. I pulled at her top roughly, lifting it and her bra over her mountainous breasts. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked down.
Finally. It had been a week since I had seen my sister-in-law's rack in the flesh, and now, just like that, there they were, in front of me. Still so round, and smooth, and insanely perky. And soft. And tan. And huge. They were just perfect in every way. And her nipples were rock-hard, just begging for a mouth. And now that they were within reach, all thoughts of stopping, all thoughts of resistance, just sort of disappeared. My hands were on autopilot. I ran them across her flat belly, taking joy in her smooth, tan skin before finally, blessedly taking her giant boobs into my hands once again.
I gave the ripe flesh of my sister-in-law's massive breasts a firm squeeze. And the sensation of that soft, silky flesh between my fingers, the only way I could describe it was like I was a drug addict feeling, getting my fix, feeling the pleasure coursing through my entire body, taking me to a different plane of existence. That's how good Kareena's tits were.
As I immersed my hands in her rack, I couldn't help but let my face follow, smothering myself in her warm, soft breasts. I scrubbed my face against her massive melons, delighting in the sensation.
"God, they're so big!" I marveled, my voice muffled in her cleavage. I would never get over their size, how big my sister-in-law's breasts were, and how tiny her little sister's were in comparison. Kareena literally got all of the tits between the two. "They seem bigger than the last time I saw them." I added, before my mouth finally opened and took in her hard nipple.
"Mmm, I know. They've needed your mouth. I've been dying for this." Kareena moaned, forcing her tits outward, forcing the soft flesh against my face. "God, keep sucking. Use your married mouth and keep sucking your wife's older sister's tits!"
I kept sucking, flicking her hard nipple with my tongue, dragging the length of my tongue against it. And my hands kept squeezing, never getting enough of her juicy rack.
"I could do this all day!" I said, my voice muffled again as my mouth kept working. I knew if I let myself, I literally could do this all day, but I knew better. We didn't have much time.
At the same instant, she moved to act as well. We were clearly on the same page. In a furious rush, she jumped down from the sink and spun around, facing the mirror. Both of our hands went to her jeans. She unbuckled and unzipped, and we both yanked at the tight denim, pulling it down halfway down her thighs. Now, my wife's older sister's thong clad ass was staring me in the face. Instinctively, I knelt forward and planted a quick kiss on Kareena's ass before standing up straight. As I did, Kareena, in one smooth motion, yanked her tiny red thong down to her thighs, now exposing her bare ass to me. She bent forward, hands on the sink, looking over her shoulder at me, starting me down, willing me to take action.
With no hesitation, I pulled open my belt and unzipped myself. Reaching down, I pulled out my throbbing shaft, and as if made to do so, once it settled after leaving my pants, it poised itself in place, pointing directly at my sister-in-law's bare cunt.
Giving myself a few strokes before moving forward, I grabbed her hip with one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. I placed the tip at the entrance to her cunt, our skin touching, about to relieve the tension built during our week apart. I bent forward, ready to drive myself into her tight cunt, when...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hey! Hurry up, dude! You've been in there like ten minutes." A burly voice said from on the other side of the locked door. For a second, pure anger flashed across my face. Why couldn't this guy be cool? Why couldn't he just let me fuck this slut in peace? I looked at Kareena. She looked like she wanted this as badly as I did, but she wasn't stupid. We couldn't do this with a guy right outside, slamming on the door while I would be slamming into her.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hey! I know someone's in there! Hurry up, man!"
I saw that bratty, arrogant annoyance that I loved so much flash across her face, and both knowing what we had to do, we pulled ourselves apart. Angrily, we re-clothed ourselves, me stuffing my shaft back into place, while Kareena pulled up her thong and her pants and stuffed her giant melons back under her shirt. We looked at each other as we did so, knowing that this was just a temporary delay on the road to our inevitable copulation.
We moved to the door, and before I grabbed the knob, Kareena pulled me in for a fierce kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine, and our tongues started to mash against each other again. My hands went up on instinct and began squeezing at her boobs before...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
We both pulled back, her licking her lips as she did so. Finally, angrily, I grabbed the door knob and pulled it open.
An older man with a mustache was standing there, caught off guard that the door was now open. He stared me down for a second before I stepped back, allowing Kareena to exit. "Dude! C'mon! Seriously, dude!" the guy said, disgusted by our ill manners. "I'm telling the manager." he added, as if we were really in for it now.
"Go fuck yourself!" Kareena replied snottily, rolling her eyes before adding, "Dude!" I followed behind, eager to avoid a confrontation.
We made our way back to the table, everything in place, looking like we hadn't been poised to fuck mere minutes ago.
"What's going on? You guys okay?" Priya asked. "You were gone awhile."
Before I could reply, Kareena spoke up.
"There was some jerkoff back there being a dick. Kinda delayed things." she said.
"Oh." Priya said. I watched her, wondering if she would ask more questions, if she suspected something was up. I studied her face, till a smile appeared, and she said. "Okay. Weird." she said, clueless. As we sat down, I looked at Kareena, and noticed her evil smile. We had gotten away with something here, something we had no right to get away with. Looking at Kareena, I could tell her mind was spinning, thinking of new kinds of trouble she could get up to.
As we finished up our meal, I looked over at the mustache guy complaining to Shradhha. He was pointing at us angrily, and Shradhha was listening and nodding. Finally, she made her way over to us, bill in hand. But I wasn't worried. Shradhha hadn't stopped us thus far. She wasn't going to do anything now. And I was right. She came over, glanced at me and Kareena with a smile, and simply set the check down.
"Thanks for coming guys!" Shradhha said. "I was glad to have you."
"Oh. Thanks." Priya replied.
I reached for the check, but before I could, Kareena beat me to it.
"I'll get it." Kareena said. Priya looked at her sister, flummoxed.
"What?" Priya said. "What happened to my sister? What happened to the Kareena I know? You never pay."
"First of all, fuck you." Kareena said. "Secondly, I had a good time. I can pay... but don't get used to it."
Kareena reached into her designer bag and pulled out her wallet. Making a show of it, Kareena opened her wallet and flipped through the stack of bills. I glanced at her, knowing that most of that money had come from my wife's purse.
"Wow. Where's all that come from?" Priya asked.
"My boyfriend knows how to treat a girl right. He knows enough to keep her bank account, and other things, well filled." Kareena replied.
"Eww, sis." Priya said. "When are we gonna meet this mystery guy anyway?"
"In time." Kareena said. "I'm sure you'll like him." she added, glancing up at me.
Kareena took a few bills and put them in the slipcase for the check. She then took a pen and wrote something on the bill.
"What are you writing?" I asked.
"Oh, just giving our waitress a very personal thanks. Along with a nice big tip." Kareena added with a smile. Just as she did, Shradhha appeared next to us, and Kareena handed her the bill.
"Keep the change." Kareena said, as if dismissing her.
"Thanks!" Shradhha replied.
Minutes later, I was driving home with Kareena and Priya. Priya's plan was to unload stuff and then drive Kareena home, but somehow I knew things wouldn't be so simple. With Kareena, it never was.
I had no idea.
"Ahh, it feels good to be home." Priya said, carrying some luggage as she walked through the front door. She carried her bags to the bedroom as me and Kareena entered the house. I was carrying some of Priya's bags as well, and Kareena just sauntered in, not bothering to help, simply texting on her phone. The only thing she was carrying was her jiggling tits.
Glancing to make sure my wife was out of sight, I set down my wife's bags in the hall, knowing there were two things more in need of some heavy lifting.
I pushed myself into Kareena from behind, rubbing my bulging prick into her jean covered ass-crack. Pressing myself into her, I ran my hands up her firm, flat belly till I immersed my palms in her gigantic rack. Cupping her giant jugs in my hands, I gave them a firm squeeze through her thin blouse. I squeezed over and over again. They were just so soft and firm. They were just begging to be squeezed at all times. I could feel her throbbing nipples in my palms as my I squeezed her prodigious chest.
Kareena tossed her phone on the couch and fell against me, her body collapsing into mine. Her arms rose and she dug her nails into my scalp.
"Mmmmm, I need you so bad." Kareena moaned out in a harsh whisper.
"I want your body." I whispered into Kareena's ear.
"Do you?" Kareena replied, pressing her tits outward into my greedy palms. "Tell me! Tell me what you want."
"I want you naked." I began, giving her breasts another firm squeeze. "I want to feel your sweaty flesh against mine." Squeeze. "I want your breasts in my palms, skin to skin." Squeeze. "I want your ass." Squeeze. "I want your tight pussy." Squeeze. "I want to fuck you as hard as I can, any way you want it." Squeeze. "I want to make you cum."
"God, I want to fuck you now." Kareena moaned quietly. Before I could react, she spun around and pulled me into a fierce kiss. I pressed her into the wall, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue battled with mine as we fell into a deep French-kiss, a lover's kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine as we lost ourselves in the moment. My hands found her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as her hands slipped into my pants, circling around my thick shaft. She began slowly stroking me again. Our lips smacked and sucked against each other. If this lasted just a few seconds longer, we would have lost all control. But before that could happen...
"Hey." Priya called out from down the hall. Reluctantly, I pulled back from my slutty sister-in-law. She chewed her bottom lip and looked at me, her eyes glassy with lust. I glanced around the corner to see my wife approaching. "Why'd you set my bags down there?" she asked.
"Oh, I uh, got distracted." I replied. "I'll get them." I said, glancing at Kareena as she smiled slightly. Acting like a good husband, I grabbed my wife's luggage and took them to our bedroom. Once I was there, I looked around and was once again reminded of all the good things my wife had given me. I was once again filled with regret for what I was doing, but my dick was still throbbing for Kareena.
I made my way back out to rejoin my wife and her sister. As I reached the living room, Priya called out from the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm gonna call Mom. Let her know we made it home." Priya said.
"Whatever." Kareena replied snottily, texting from the couch.
"Okay." I replied. Kareena looked up at me as I approached. I sat next to her and she turned to look at me.
"I know how hard it is for a man." Kareena began, "To go without pleasure for so long, especially when you really need it." she said, leaning close, putting her hand on my stomach. "But don't worry, I'm here now to make it all better." Her hand went to my zipper and began to unzip me.
"Kareena, what are you doing? Priya is, like, ten feet away!" I asked nervously.
"Mmm, don't worry. Mom and Priya both love to just blather on for fucking ever. We have more than enough time for me to help you take the edge off." she purred. Slowly, teasingly, she grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. She unbuttoned my fly and slithered down to her knees in front of me.
Getting between my legs, she reached into my pants and once again fished out my hard throbbing cock.
"Kareena, this is so wrong." I grunted for what felt like the millionth time. She had my dick in her hand, the thick meat towering upward, dripping with lust. She began to stroke it lightly.
"And that's what makes it so good, baby." Kareena whispered. Meeting my eyes, she began to lean forward, descending towards my rock hard dick. Kareena's mouth opened, and just as I felt her breath against the tip of my cock, ready to give me it the pleasure it so needed...
DING-DONG
Kareena paused and looked up at me, wanting to see how I would respond to the doorbell ringing.
"Hon, can you get that?!" Priya called out, interrupting her phone conversation. I looked down at Kareena, annoyed at being interrupted yet again.
"Yeah." I called out angrily. Kareena rolled her eyes in annoyance as she leaned back to let me stand up. I zipped myself up and made myself presentable, trying to make sure it wasn't evident I had a massive erection at the moment. Kareena got back on her feet as I strode annoyed towards the front door, eager to turn this interrupter away. I reached down to the doorknob and pulled it open quickly. And once I saw who was behind the door, there was only one thing I could think of:
I was fucked.
"Hey!" Jacqueline said, smiling brightly at my doorstep. Panic immediately gripped me and I responded quickly.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered harshly.
"What?" she asked, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "Can't a girl stop in and catch up with her best friend?"
I looked at her pointedly, communicating to her how dangerous this was. Before I could stop her, she stepped past me, into my home, a place she had come to be very familiar with in my wife's absence.
Despite her being the last person I needed to see at the moment, I had to admit she looked fucking amazing. Typically, she wore bright, attractive colors, colors that matched her bright, positive attitude. Bright, pastel colors, thin, airy sundresses and the like, outfits warm and welcoming. Not today. Today, she wore dark colors, as if she had accepted the darkness within her. She wore a tight black top, which molded to her, clinging to her massive breasts, her thin, fit belly, and showing off a hint of her juicy cleavage. She wore dark, tight jeans, which clung to her firm legs and spectacular ass. She wore some high-heeled sandals, which accentuated her look to perfection. Gone was the typical, warm friendly, welcoming young woman, and its place, a very adult, sophisticated, modern slut.
Her heels clicked as she entered the house. She walked in and looked into the living room, looking for her best friend, but instead seeing Kareena. Kareena was now standing, awaiting this invader, looking at her with barely-reserved disdain.
I was panicking. My worlds were colliding. My two mistresses were now face-to-face, together in the same house as my wife. I had no fucking clue how I was gonna escape this situation without this whole thing falling apart.
"Oh." Jacqueline said. "Hi Kareena."
"Jacqueline." Kareena replied curtly, not even bothering to hide her annoyance.
"How was the trip?" Jacqueline asked, keeping up her perky, peppy act. And I now knew it was just an act. Behind the friendly, warm exterior, she was an anal slut of the worst kind. She wasn't here to chat with Priya. She was here for one reason: to get her asshole stretched by my big, thick married cock. To get her ass fucked hard and filled with cum. That was all.
"The trip was fine." Kareena replied bitchily, as if the answer should be obvious.
"What are you doing here? Hanging out?" Jacqueline asked.
"This is my sister's house." Kareena replied snottily, in response to Jacqueline's question of why she was here. "I'm, like, welcome here whenever I want."
"But didn't your rich boyfriend buy you your own house? And car? Why wouldn't you be there with him?" Jacqueline asked.
"Uh, yeah, my boyfriend is awesome, and buys me, like, anything I want. But I can go, like, anywhere I want. But what you don't get, is that sometimes... family is the most important thing." Kareena replied, in a mocking, life-lesson teaching tone. She was stepping closer to Jacqueline as this back and forth got a bit more contentious. Jacqueline smiled and was about to respond when...
"Hey!" Priya called out, setting the phone into its cradle.
"Hey babe!" Jacqueline replied, hugging my wife. "How was the trip?"
"Oh, it was fine." Priya replied. "Kinda tough, going through Pammi's stuff, but it went as well as you could ask for, I guess."
"That's good. That's good." Jacqueline replied. "Oh, I got to know you husband a little better while you were gone."
My eyes widened in panic.
"Oh yeah, he mentioned something. You guys ran into each other at the bar. He got you a glass of wine." Priya replied.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, we shared some wine, he gave me some great, uh, advice about men. About what men like, that kinda stuff. And... he was a very good teacher. Thanks to him, I already have a new boyfriend." Jacqueline replied.
"Wow. That was fast." Priya replied. Jacqueline's eyes slightly narrowed at this implied accusation of sluttiness. "But, uh great. That's great. I'm happy for you. What's he like? Tell me all about him." Jacqueline's expression brightened at Priya's positive energy.
"He's actually, like, perfect." Jacqueline began. "He's super-cool. He's hot. He's rich. And I wouldn't have found him without Gaurav's great advice." she added, putting her hand on my shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.
I looked over at Kareena. Her eyes had narrowed as she glanced at Jacqueline's hand on my shoulder. Once again, she was appraising these circumstances, suspicious of what was going on, trying to figure out the truth, trying to get to the bottom of the situation. She looked at me and I looked away, nervously. I didn't want to give her any acknowledgement, any hint of the truth. But this motion might have been enough.
"What's his name?" Kareena asked.
"Oh..." Jacqueline began, glancing over at me with a hint of amusement. In a moment of clarity, I knew what she was gonna do. She was gonna do the same thing Kareena did. Tell my wife my name, say what a coincidence it was that her boyfriend has the same name as me. And Kareena would recognize that move, and she would know the truth, and this whole thing would fall apart. I realized this instantaneously, and I knew I had to speak up.
"It's Ranbir. This guy I know from work. He walked into the bar when we were drinking, and I introduced them." I interjected.
"Yeah... Ranbir." Jacqueline said, looking at me, amused at what I had done. "Speaking of drinking, I'm up for some wine. Anybody game?"
"No!" I said, a bit more forcefully than I needed to. But it was important, cause I knew exactly how Jacqueline liked her wine. "We, uh, we just had a bottle at lunch."
"Oh. Shame." Jacqueline said with a smile.
"Well, let's have some girl talk. I'm sure Gaurav won't mind missing this. I have to unpack, so let's go talk in the bedroom." Priya suggested. Jacqueline nodded, and Kareena rolled her eyes.
"Uh... fine." Kareena reluctantly agreed. As the three women made their way down the hall, Jacqueline stopped.
"I'll meet you guys in a second." Jacqueline said. "I need to ask Gaurav about, uh, my new boyfriend... Ranbir."
"Okay, don't take too long. I want to hear all about him." Priya said, walking down the hall. Kareena passed right by me, staring me down, and I was starting to think she had picked up on the clues Jacqueline was leaving. Priya was naive to them, but not Kareena. Kareena knew all of Jacqueline's tricks, cause they were her tricks as well. Her eyes were narrowed, and I saw anger in them, and maybe even a little hurt. Kareena had a hard exterior, and I hadn't ever seen her even the slightest bit emotional. All I knew was that once me and her were alone again, I was in for it.
As soon as Kareena and Priya were out of sight, Jacqueline pulled me around the corner and pulled me close. Before I could react, her tongue was down my throat. Despite my better thoughts, I fell into the kiss, her soft lips against mine, our lips locked together in tight suction, our wet tongues mashing together, her body pressed against mine. For a second, I lost all rational thought and I lost control of my hands, and the only thing I wanted was her body. My hands grabbed at her huge breasts, squeezing them roughly through her thin blouse, feeling her throbbing nipples in my palms. As our kiss deepened, I let my hands run down her body till I was palming her perfect, juicy ass, squeezing it roughly in my hands. Before I let myself fall in too deeply, I pulled back.
"Jacqueline," I gasped, "We can't do this."
"I need it so bad." Jacqueline moaned out quietly. "It's been too long."
"It's been just over a day." I replied, recalling the fact that she had been in my bed till the late hours of the day before last.
"Like I said, too long." Jacqueline said with a cute, insatiable smile. "And I can't wait another minute to have your dick up my ass."
"Jacqueline! We can't do this! Not with Kareena and Priya here. Don't be crazy!" I replied. Jacqueline leaned forward and gave me a small kiss.
"Follow me." she whispered. She took my hand and led me down the hall. I knew this was a bad idea, a really bad idea, but I just let her lead me. I got worried as we got near my bedroom, where my wife and Kareena were, but before we got there, she pulled me into the adjacent bathroom. She shut the door behind us, and moved to the shut door that joined to my bedroom and locked it silently, so neither of the bedroom occupants would know what was going on. As soon we were locked in the bathroom, she smiled wickedly. She jumped into my arms again, her lips again meeting mine. Me and my wife's best friend began making out mere feet from my wife and her slutty older sister. This was so stupid, but it made me feel so good. Much like with Kareena, Jacqueline just made my brain shut down. She pulled back and whispered.
"I want you to fuck me." Jacqueline gasped. "I want it now. I want to be against that door when you fuck me. When you fill my ass with cum. I want to hear them chatting when I cum."
"Jacqueline..." I questioned, not wanting her to push me into doing this because I knew if she did, I couldn't stop her. Not paying heed to my resistance, she sashayed over to the door connecting the bathroom and my bedroom. Looking at me again, she smoothly started to undo her belt and open her jeans. Holding my gaze, she pulled her jeans to her thighs, exposing her near bare ass, clad only in a teeny-tiny pink thong. She braced her hands on the door and just looked at me, waiting for me to take action.
This was really stupid. Just really dumb. I couldn't fuck my wife's best friend up the ass just feet away from my wife and my smoking hot slut sister-in-law, who already was beginning to suspect something was up between me and Jacqueline. This was so beyond reckless. Such a huge risk.
But Jacqueline's ass looked so good.
Before I could think twice, I was behind Jacqueline, fishing my cock out of my pants.
"This is so dangerous." I whispered to her.
"Mmm, I know." she replied, the risk clearly adding to her pleasure. I didn't know if the same thing could be said about me. Did I enjoy the risk? I don't know. My brain knew better, but my cock was pulsing with need. So at the very least, a big part of me did enjoy the fact that I could so easily be caught cheating by my wife. A big, throbbing part of me enjoyed it.
I pulled my dick over the hem of my jeans. It so needed some pleasure. It needed the tightness my wife's best friend's ass could provide. It was crying out for pleasure.
I gripped my shaft in one hand, and with the other, I pulled the tiny pink string running between Jacqueline's ass-cheeks to the side. I put my cock in place, pointing directly at my wife's best friend's ready asshole. I was about to push when we heard voices through the door.
"Geez, sis, I don't know why you bother." Kareena said. "These are not comfortable enough to wear just to wear them."
"Hey, you may have gotten the boobs in the family..." Priya began.
"I mean seriously, this wouldn't have fit me when I was twelve." Kareena interjected.
"Ha Ha." Priya replied sarcastically, used to having her sister pick on her about her cup size. "What I've learned, sis, is that that kinda thing doesn't Matter. I'm with a man that is above that kinda stuff. He loves me for me. He loves me as is."
"Well, sis, that's just great and all, really sweet, but my boyfriend loves those parts of me. Sometimes I think he's only in it for my rack. And my ass. And my pretty face. And my long legs. And my tight ..." Kareena stated.
"Okay!" Priya interrupted, not letting her sister continue. "Well, if he's in it for only that stuff, maybe he's not the right guy for you." Priya said helpfully.
"Oh no." Kareena replied, "He's definitely the one." she paused before adding, "We're a perfect match. He's got really big hands."
"Eww." Priya replied. Kareena laughed mockingly at her little sister's prudishness.
My big hands were very busy, squeezing and pawing at Jacqueline's massive rack through her tight blouse as we listened to my wife and her sister talk. I reached down to hold my dick in place, poised to enter Jacqueline's ass. I began to push at her, trying to force my cock into her tight asshole, when suddenly, Jacqueline's hand slipped, and her elbow banged against the door.
The voices on the other side of the door stopped.
"Jacqueline, is that you?" Priya called out. Jacqueline looked back at me, regret in her eyes at the noise she made accidently. Her gaze fell as she came to a decision.
"Yeah, I'll be just a sec." she called out to my wife, holding my gaze.
"Okay." Priya replied. I sighed and stepped back, knowing the relief my throbbing cock needed had been delayed yet again. Angry at being teased yet denied, angry at my wife interrupting me from ass-fucking her best friend. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly, but why couldn't I just cheat on my wife in peace?
I watched Jacqueline's perfect, nearly bare-ass jiggle as she pulled her jeans back up into place. We both made ourselves presentable. Jacqueline looked at me, also angry at having been interrupted. She walked over and flushed the toilet, making some noise to cover our tracks. She turned on the sink to continue the act. She then put her hand on the doorknob of the door connecting the bathroom to the bedroom. Taking one last look at me as I moved to the other door, she opened the door to the bedroom, and at the same time, I opened the door into the hallway. I heard the girls start to gab as I escaped down the hall, undetected.
My whole body was on edge as I moved away. I was tense. I was horny. I was worried that this whole thing was gonna fall apart. My wife was alone with the two women I was cheating on her with. Despite both Kareena and Jacqueline's assertions otherwise, my wife was not stupid. Both Kareena and Jacqueline were the type of women that loved dropping hints, who would love to rub it in my wife's face that they were fucking her man. If my wife figured it out, my life as I knew it was over. I would lose my wife, lots of money, my house, the respect I held among others, everything. And I knew Kareena was already beginning to suspect something. If Jacqueline was too brazen, Kareena would surely pick up on the clues she was dropping. You could say my wife was naïve, but Kareena was familiar with the ways of the world. She knew the depths of depravity sluts like her could get up to. She knew what a true slut was capable of. She knew the tricks. She knew the playbook. So if Jacqueline was too careless, Kareena would figure out everything. And although Priya finding out could ruin my life, I was far more afraid of Kareena's wrath. If I crossed her, there would be hell to pay.
So, even though I tried to unpack and keep my mind on other things, all I could think about was what going on in that room. Not knowing was the worst part. Not being able to see them talking, not knowing whether my secret was in danger, was just terrifying.
I kept one eye on the bedroom door as I kept myself busy. I couldn't focus, both with my nervousness about my whole life falling apart, and also my dick, which just would not go down. Part of me thought about ducking to the other bathroom and relieving the pressure in my balls, but I knew deep down that was a mistake. Neither Kareena nor Jacqueline would like that. But I was literally on edge. I had to do something. I was about to just give up and do the deed when....
BRING BRING BRING!
The phone started reading, startling me from my thoughts. Since the phone was next to me, I picked it up after the first ring.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Yes, is this Gaurav?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes. Who is this?" I replied.
"This is Katrina. I work with your wife." she replied.
"Oh, yeah, hi." I replied. I knew Katrina by name. She was my wife's boss at the firm. "What's up?"
"Is Priya back? I know she was away but I was trying to get a hold of her." Katrina said.
"Yeah. Just a sec..." I paused, pulling the phone away. "Priya! It's for you!"
"I'll be right there." she called back. Seconds later, the door to the bedroom opened and Priya skipped out, hurrying cutely towards the phone. Behind her, Jacqueline and Kareena followed. Jacqueline looked confident, as if she was entirely in control of the situation, as if all was going to plan. And Kareena sauntered out, her eyes fixed on mine, a frown on her face, and I knew the truth immediately.
She knew.
As I contemplated my impending demise caused by my own actions, my own cheating dick, I tried to think of a way out. An escape plan. Maybe Kareena didn't know. Maybe I had escaped being caught, but I knew better. Kareena was sharp. She no doubt had soused out the truth. But what do I do? What could I do to avoid this all blowing up in my face? There was no possible way I could escape this unscathed, right? There was no crazy plan, no clever explanation. Kareena knew, and there would be hell to pay.
I had no idea what I was in for. I had no idea what I would have to do, have to go through, to keep my marriage afloat. I had no idea what I'd have to endure to survive the wrath that was about to unfold.
"You're kidding? I just got back." Priya said into the phone. I hadn't paid attention to the phone conversation Priya was having up to this point. I was lost in my thoughts. I looked at Kareena, and noticed her studying Jacqueline, sizing her up. I watched her sneer, as if she thought Jacqueline didn't measure up to her.
"Katrina, can it wait? I literally just walked in the door." Priya whined. Then, Kareena was looking at me, holding my gaze, and her fury was communicated through her eyes. She was pissed, more pissed than I had ever seen her. Her eyes were burning a hole in me and her hands were on her hips. And damn she had never looked sexier. God, that anger, that bitchy attitude, and her perfect body, it just fucking did it for me in a deep, unexplainable way. She had never looked angrier, and in that moment, I had never wanted to fuck her more.
"Fine! I'll be there soon. Yeah, I know. I, uh, yeah, I do. Thanks." Priya hung up the phone. "Well, this is just lovely."
We all looked to Priya.
"I have to go into work. There was a big break in the case and they need me there." Priya said, clearly annoyed.
"How long are you gonna be gone? I just got here." Jacqueline asked.
"I don't know. Probably past dinner." Priya said. "Sorry, I really wanted to just chill out tonight, Jacqueline. We'll have to talk later. I have to get ready. Kareena, maybe Jacqueline can give you a ride home, or Gaurav. Sorry."
"No." Kareena replied, her voice barely controlled, her anger barely hidden. "I might hang here. Relax a little bit."
"Oh, uh, okay, whatever." Priya replied
, a bit surprised but unsuspicious.
"I might hang out as well. Maybe ask Gaurav more advice about boys." Jacqueline asked.
"Oh, cool. Okay. Yeah, just hang out as long as you want, I guess." Priya said, blindly trusting of both her sister, and her best friend. And her husband. My wife had no second-thoughts about leaving me alone with two big-titted, filthy sluts. She didn't suspect a thing. "Okay, I've got to get changed."
"I'm sorry you've got to go in, babe." I told her, knowing her presence was the one of the only things standing in the way of Kareena's fury.
"Me too, hon." Priya said, smiling sadly as she headed back to the bedroom to change.
"So, Jacqueline, this boyfriend of yours... Ranbir, is it? I've scouted out some of Gaurav's coworkers, so which Ranbir did you end up with? The fat one or the sixty year old?" Kareena asked, practically dripping with contempt.
"Oh, uh, I think he's relatively new. Trust me, he's not fat, and he's not old." Jacqueline replied quickly, trying to keep up the act, trying to keep the peace with Kareena. I realized that Jacqueline was treating Kareena the same as always. She didn't know about Kareena and me. She hadn't figured it out yet. She was just biding her time, waiting to get me alone. Waiting for Kareena to leave.
"You know, Kareena, I think there's a bus stop down the road. You can get a ride home from there, I'm guessing." Jacqueline replied.
"My boyfriend bought me a fucking sports car. He bought me huge fucking house. I don't need to ride the bus." Kareena replied. "And judging by your car, your boyfriend doesn't like you as much as mine likes me."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll buy me something nice in due time." Jacqueline replied, looking around the room and glancing at me as she did. "So, call up this boyfriend, I'm sure he'll pick you up." she added, sickeningly sweet.
"Oh, I'm not going..." Kareena began.
"Alright guys, I'm going." Priya interrupted, entering the living room, dressed in her work clothes and carrying her briefcase. "Sorry I gotta go, hon. I'll call you once I figure out when I'm gonna get home."
"Okay, dear." I said, giving her a peck on the lips. But I was so distracted that I could barely focus on her. The tension was building between Jacqueline and Kareena, and I knew it would explode as soon as Priya left. "See you later."
"Bye guys." Priya said, maintaining a positive attitude despite her annoyance at having to leave.
"Bye." Jacqueline replied. Kareena remained silent. Seconds later, the door clicked shut, and Priya zoomed away, off to work for the rest of the day, leaving me alone, with Kareena and Jacqueline.
The room was silent, and the tension was clear to all three of us. Kareena looked at me and Jacqueline, and Jacqueline looked between Kareena and myself. I was looking back between the two, unsure of what would happen next. Finally, the silence was broken.
"You seriously fucked this skank?!" Kareena screamed out, causing us both to jump.
"Uh..." I stammered. Jacqueline was confused.
"Wait, what?" she asked, stepping back.
"I'm not stupid, you dumb bitch!" Kareena replied, sneering at her. "You made it fucking obvious! My sister might be too stupid to notice, but I'm not!"
Kareena's foot returned to work as we began our meal. I could not think straight. I needed to fuck Kareena. I needed her fucking body. I needed to fill this crazy bitch with my cum. Soon. Part of me wanted to throw her on the table, rip her clothes off, and feast on her juicy tits. But, I kept my head straight. I was forced to pay attention to show off boring pictures in this scrapbook, photo album thing, but every thought I had was poisoned with thoughts of sex with Kareena.
I reached down and pushed Kareena's foot away from my crotch before stuffing my pulsing shaft into my pants and zipping up. "I just, uh, need to go to the bathroom." I said, wiping my mouth with my napkin, pushing back my chair and standing up. I turned away from my wife so she wouldn't see the bulge in the front of my pants. I only let the rest of the room take notice.
I had to go to the restroom, clear my head, splash water on my face, let my cock settle down a bit. I had to be more focused, more controlled, more careful. I only got a few steps away when I heard...
"That sounds like a good idea." Kareena began. "I have to go, too."
I tensed up and gulped as I heard this. I kept walking towards the back slowly, not looking back, knowing I was being followed. I could practically feel Kareena's eyes on me, a few steps behind, eyeing me like prey. I couldn't give into her. I had to get my head straight. I couldn't let Priya notice. I couldn't be so reckless.
I walked down the little hallway towards the bathroom. As I turned the knob of the door, I pushed it open long enough to recognize it was one of those one person restrooms as opposed to a few stalls and a wall of urinals. But I didn't have time to take stock before I was pushed forward into the restroom. I heard the door shut and lock, and as I turned around, I was attacked.
In a whirlwind, before I could even react, my back slammed into the far wall, a pair of soft, plump lips pressed roughly into mine, and a sinewy tongue entered my mouth. As my daze cleared and I felt a pair of huge breasts pressing into my chest, I realized I should have known Kareena would try something. I fell into this forced embrace, my tongue mashing against my sister-in-law's tongue as we made out furiously. She pressed herself into me, making sure I felt her lush body against mine and making sure she felt my bulging cock against her belly.
"Wait, wait, wait!" I said, pushing Kareena away. She chewed her lip as she looked at me hungrily. "Kareena, we can't do this! We'll get caught."
"That's what makes it fun." Kareena said, smiling wickedly. "You have no idea how fucking hot it is to fuck in public. To make the whole world hear you scream. To not be able to control yourself any longer, when the teasing and flirting stops and you just HAVE to do it!"
"You've done it before?" I asked.
"Gaurav, don't forget... I'm a slut." Kareena said. "Your sister-in-law is a huge slut. You have no idea the things I've done. But the idea of me and you fucking in the bathroom while my brainless little sister waits like a moron... us moaning and cumming and everyone out there knows what we're doing except for your dumbass wife."
"This is so wrong." I replied, throbbing for my sister-in-law. God, I wanted her body, but now was not the time. Right?
"What's wrong is the fact that my ugly little sister gets to hog your giant cock!" Kareena argued. "A flat-chested idiot like her gets to have a ring on her finger while a big-titted slut like me doesn't. An ugly, stupid bitch like your wife has permission to be in your bed on a nightly basis, while a whore like me has to sneak around. A dumb, nasty, annoying little bitch... mmmmpphhhh!"
Before she could finish her thought, my lips were on hers. I couldn't resist any longer. Her casual, venom-filled insults levied against my wife, her sister, was just a huge fucking turn on. I forced her back till her back hit the wall next to the sink. Her arms wrapped around my neck as our lips collided furiously, my tongue in her mouth as we sloppily made out. One of my hands grabbed her behind her knee and lifted her leg off the ground, allowing our clothed crotches to grind against each other. My other hand grabbed her ass and squeezed it greedily.
We ground against each other furiously and our hands were on each other. A week's worth of passion was exploding as we touched each other. I slipped the hand that was squeezing her ass into her jeans, wanting to touch her bare ass-cheek. One of her hands slid down my chest and squeezed my swollen cock, aching to be inside her again.
As my hand greedily squeezed her juicy ass, my other hand wanted something to grab hold of. As me and Kareena passionately made out, I lost control. I pushed against her roughly and lifted her onto the sink, plopping her down roughly. My hand grabbed at the hem of her shirt roughly. I pulled it up, first exposing her flat fit belly and sexy belly button. I pulled at her top roughly, lifting it and her bra over her mountainous breasts. I pulled my mouth away from her and looked down.
Finally. It had been a week since I had seen my sister-in-law's rack in the flesh, and now, just like that, there they were, in front of me. Still so round, and smooth, and insanely perky. And soft. And tan. And huge. They were just perfect in every way. And her nipples were rock-hard, just begging for a mouth. And now that they were within reach, all thoughts of stopping, all thoughts of resistance, just sort of disappeared. My hands were on autopilot. I ran them across her flat belly, taking joy in her smooth, tan skin before finally, blessedly taking her giant boobs into my hands once again.
I gave the ripe flesh of my sister-in-law's massive breasts a firm squeeze. And the sensation of that soft, silky flesh between my fingers, the only way I could describe it was like I was a drug addict feeling, getting my fix, feeling the pleasure coursing through my entire body, taking me to a different plane of existence. That's how good Kareena's tits were.
As I immersed my hands in her rack, I couldn't help but let my face follow, smothering myself in her warm, soft breasts. I scrubbed my face against her massive melons, delighting in the sensation.
"God, they're so big!" I marveled, my voice muffled in her cleavage. I would never get over their size, how big my sister-in-law's breasts were, and how tiny her little sister's were in comparison. Kareena literally got all of the tits between the two. "They seem bigger than the last time I saw them." I added, before my mouth finally opened and took in her hard nipple.
"Mmm, I know. They've needed your mouth. I've been dying for this." Kareena moaned, forcing her tits outward, forcing the soft flesh against my face. "God, keep sucking. Use your married mouth and keep sucking your wife's older sister's tits!"
I kept sucking, flicking her hard nipple with my tongue, dragging the length of my tongue against it. And my hands kept squeezing, never getting enough of her juicy rack.
"I could do this all day!" I said, my voice muffled again as my mouth kept working. I knew if I let myself, I literally could do this all day, but I knew better. We didn't have much time.
At the same instant, she moved to act as well. We were clearly on the same page. In a furious rush, she jumped down from the sink and spun around, facing the mirror. Both of our hands went to her jeans. She unbuckled and unzipped, and we both yanked at the tight denim, pulling it down halfway down her thighs. Now, my wife's older sister's thong clad ass was staring me in the face. Instinctively, I knelt forward and planted a quick kiss on Kareena's ass before standing up straight. As I did, Kareena, in one smooth motion, yanked her tiny red thong down to her thighs, now exposing her bare ass to me. She bent forward, hands on the sink, looking over her shoulder at me, starting me down, willing me to take action.
With no hesitation, I pulled open my belt and unzipped myself. Reaching down, I pulled out my throbbing shaft, and as if made to do so, once it settled after leaving my pants, it poised itself in place, pointing directly at my sister-in-law's bare cunt.
Giving myself a few strokes before moving forward, I grabbed her hip with one hand and grabbed my dick with the other. I placed the tip at the entrance to her cunt, our skin touching, about to relieve the tension built during our week apart. I bent forward, ready to drive myself into her tight cunt, when...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hey! Hurry up, dude! You've been in there like ten minutes." A burly voice said from on the other side of the locked door. For a second, pure anger flashed across my face. Why couldn't this guy be cool? Why couldn't he just let me fuck this slut in peace? I looked at Kareena. She looked like she wanted this as badly as I did, but she wasn't stupid. We couldn't do this with a guy right outside, slamming on the door while I would be slamming into her.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
"Hey! I know someone's in there! Hurry up, man!"
I saw that bratty, arrogant annoyance that I loved so much flash across her face, and both knowing what we had to do, we pulled ourselves apart. Angrily, we re-clothed ourselves, me stuffing my shaft back into place, while Kareena pulled up her thong and her pants and stuffed her giant melons back under her shirt. We looked at each other as we did so, knowing that this was just a temporary delay on the road to our inevitable copulation.
We moved to the door, and before I grabbed the knob, Kareena pulled me in for a fierce kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine, and our tongues started to mash against each other again. My hands went up on instinct and began squeezing at her boobs before...
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
We both pulled back, her licking her lips as she did so. Finally, angrily, I grabbed the door knob and pulled it open.
An older man with a mustache was standing there, caught off guard that the door was now open. He stared me down for a second before I stepped back, allowing Kareena to exit. "Dude! C'mon! Seriously, dude!" the guy said, disgusted by our ill manners. "I'm telling the manager." he added, as if we were really in for it now.
"Go fuck yourself!" Kareena replied snottily, rolling her eyes before adding, "Dude!" I followed behind, eager to avoid a confrontation.
We made our way back to the table, everything in place, looking like we hadn't been poised to fuck mere minutes ago.
"What's going on? You guys okay?" Priya asked. "You were gone awhile."
Before I could reply, Kareena spoke up.
"There was some jerkoff back there being a dick. Kinda delayed things." she said.
"Oh." Priya said. I watched her, wondering if she would ask more questions, if she suspected something was up. I studied her face, till a smile appeared, and she said. "Okay. Weird." she said, clueless. As we sat down, I looked at Kareena, and noticed her evil smile. We had gotten away with something here, something we had no right to get away with. Looking at Kareena, I could tell her mind was spinning, thinking of new kinds of trouble she could get up to.
As we finished up our meal, I looked over at the mustache guy complaining to Shradhha. He was pointing at us angrily, and Shradhha was listening and nodding. Finally, she made her way over to us, bill in hand. But I wasn't worried. Shradhha hadn't stopped us thus far. She wasn't going to do anything now. And I was right. She came over, glanced at me and Kareena with a smile, and simply set the check down.
"Thanks for coming guys!" Shradhha said. "I was glad to have you."
"Oh. Thanks." Priya replied.
I reached for the check, but before I could, Kareena beat me to it.
"I'll get it." Kareena said. Priya looked at her sister, flummoxed.
"What?" Priya said. "What happened to my sister? What happened to the Kareena I know? You never pay."
"First of all, fuck you." Kareena said. "Secondly, I had a good time. I can pay... but don't get used to it."
Kareena reached into her designer bag and pulled out her wallet. Making a show of it, Kareena opened her wallet and flipped through the stack of bills. I glanced at her, knowing that most of that money had come from my wife's purse.
"Wow. Where's all that come from?" Priya asked.
"My boyfriend knows how to treat a girl right. He knows enough to keep her bank account, and other things, well filled." Kareena replied.
"Eww, sis." Priya said. "When are we gonna meet this mystery guy anyway?"
"In time." Kareena said. "I'm sure you'll like him." she added, glancing up at me.
Kareena took a few bills and put them in the slipcase for the check. She then took a pen and wrote something on the bill.
"What are you writing?" I asked.
"Oh, just giving our waitress a very personal thanks. Along with a nice big tip." Kareena added with a smile. Just as she did, Shradhha appeared next to us, and Kareena handed her the bill.
"Keep the change." Kareena said, as if dismissing her.
"Thanks!" Shradhha replied.
Minutes later, I was driving home with Kareena and Priya. Priya's plan was to unload stuff and then drive Kareena home, but somehow I knew things wouldn't be so simple. With Kareena, it never was.
I had no idea.
"Ahh, it feels good to be home." Priya said, carrying some luggage as she walked through the front door. She carried her bags to the bedroom as me and Kareena entered the house. I was carrying some of Priya's bags as well, and Kareena just sauntered in, not bothering to help, simply texting on her phone. The only thing she was carrying was her jiggling tits.
Glancing to make sure my wife was out of sight, I set down my wife's bags in the hall, knowing there were two things more in need of some heavy lifting.
I pushed myself into Kareena from behind, rubbing my bulging prick into her jean covered ass-crack. Pressing myself into her, I ran my hands up her firm, flat belly till I immersed my palms in her gigantic rack. Cupping her giant jugs in my hands, I gave them a firm squeeze through her thin blouse. I squeezed over and over again. They were just so soft and firm. They were just begging to be squeezed at all times. I could feel her throbbing nipples in my palms as my I squeezed her prodigious chest.
Kareena tossed her phone on the couch and fell against me, her body collapsing into mine. Her arms rose and she dug her nails into my scalp.
"Mmmmm, I need you so bad." Kareena moaned out in a harsh whisper.
"I want your body." I whispered into Kareena's ear.
"Do you?" Kareena replied, pressing her tits outward into my greedy palms. "Tell me! Tell me what you want."
"I want you naked." I began, giving her breasts another firm squeeze. "I want to feel your sweaty flesh against mine." Squeeze. "I want your breasts in my palms, skin to skin." Squeeze. "I want your ass." Squeeze. "I want your tight pussy." Squeeze. "I want to fuck you as hard as I can, any way you want it." Squeeze. "I want to make you cum."
"God, I want to fuck you now." Kareena moaned quietly. Before I could react, she spun around and pulled me into a fierce kiss. I pressed her into the wall, forcing my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue battled with mine as we fell into a deep French-kiss, a lover's kiss. Her plump lips pressed into mine as we lost ourselves in the moment. My hands found her breasts again, squeezing them roughly as her hands slipped into my pants, circling around my thick shaft. She began slowly stroking me again. Our lips smacked and sucked against each other. If this lasted just a few seconds longer, we would have lost all control. But before that could happen...
"Hey." Priya called out from down the hall. Reluctantly, I pulled back from my slutty sister-in-law. She chewed her bottom lip and looked at me, her eyes glassy with lust. I glanced around the corner to see my wife approaching. "Why'd you set my bags down there?" she asked.
"Oh, I uh, got distracted." I replied. "I'll get them." I said, glancing at Kareena as she smiled slightly. Acting like a good husband, I grabbed my wife's luggage and took them to our bedroom. Once I was there, I looked around and was once again reminded of all the good things my wife had given me. I was once again filled with regret for what I was doing, but my dick was still throbbing for Kareena.
I made my way back out to rejoin my wife and her sister. As I reached the living room, Priya called out from the kitchen.
"Hey, I'm gonna call Mom. Let her know we made it home." Priya said.
"Whatever." Kareena replied snottily, texting from the couch.
"Okay." I replied. Kareena looked up at me as I approached. I sat next to her and she turned to look at me.
"I know how hard it is for a man." Kareena began, "To go without pleasure for so long, especially when you really need it." she said, leaning close, putting her hand on my stomach. "But don't worry, I'm here now to make it all better." Her hand went to my zipper and began to unzip me.
"Kareena, what are you doing? Priya is, like, ten feet away!" I asked nervously.
"Mmm, don't worry. Mom and Priya both love to just blather on for fucking ever. We have more than enough time for me to help you take the edge off." she purred. Slowly, teasingly, she grabbed my zipper and pulled it down. She unbuttoned my fly and slithered down to her knees in front of me.
Getting between my legs, she reached into my pants and once again fished out my hard throbbing cock.
"Kareena, this is so wrong." I grunted for what felt like the millionth time. She had my dick in her hand, the thick meat towering upward, dripping with lust. She began to stroke it lightly.
"And that's what makes it so good, baby." Kareena whispered. Meeting my eyes, she began to lean forward, descending towards my rock hard dick. Kareena's mouth opened, and just as I felt her breath against the tip of my cock, ready to give me it the pleasure it so needed...
DING-DONG
Kareena paused and looked up at me, wanting to see how I would respond to the doorbell ringing.
"Hon, can you get that?!" Priya called out, interrupting her phone conversation. I looked down at Kareena, annoyed at being interrupted yet again.
"Yeah." I called out angrily. Kareena rolled her eyes in annoyance as she leaned back to let me stand up. I zipped myself up and made myself presentable, trying to make sure it wasn't evident I had a massive erection at the moment. Kareena got back on her feet as I strode annoyed towards the front door, eager to turn this interrupter away. I reached down to the doorknob and pulled it open quickly. And once I saw who was behind the door, there was only one thing I could think of:
I was fucked.
"Hey!" Jacqueline said, smiling brightly at my doorstep. Panic immediately gripped me and I responded quickly.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered harshly.
"What?" she asked, her eyes twinkling in amusement. "Can't a girl stop in and catch up with her best friend?"
I looked at her pointedly, communicating to her how dangerous this was. Before I could stop her, she stepped past me, into my home, a place she had come to be very familiar with in my wife's absence.
Despite her being the last person I needed to see at the moment, I had to admit she looked fucking amazing. Typically, she wore bright, attractive colors, colors that matched her bright, positive attitude. Bright, pastel colors, thin, airy sundresses and the like, outfits warm and welcoming. Not today. Today, she wore dark colors, as if she had accepted the darkness within her. She wore a tight black top, which molded to her, clinging to her massive breasts, her thin, fit belly, and showing off a hint of her juicy cleavage. She wore dark, tight jeans, which clung to her firm legs and spectacular ass. She wore some high-heeled sandals, which accentuated her look to perfection. Gone was the typical, warm friendly, welcoming young woman, and its place, a very adult, sophisticated, modern slut.
Her heels clicked as she entered the house. She walked in and looked into the living room, looking for her best friend, but instead seeing Kareena. Kareena was now standing, awaiting this invader, looking at her with barely-reserved disdain.
I was panicking. My worlds were colliding. My two mistresses were now face-to-face, together in the same house as my wife. I had no fucking clue how I was gonna escape this situation without this whole thing falling apart.
"Oh." Jacqueline said. "Hi Kareena."
"Jacqueline." Kareena replied curtly, not even bothering to hide her annoyance.
"How was the trip?" Jacqueline asked, keeping up her perky, peppy act. And I now knew it was just an act. Behind the friendly, warm exterior, she was an anal slut of the worst kind. She wasn't here to chat with Priya. She was here for one reason: to get her asshole stretched by my big, thick married cock. To get her ass fucked hard and filled with cum. That was all.
"The trip was fine." Kareena replied bitchily, as if the answer should be obvious.
"What are you doing here? Hanging out?" Jacqueline asked.
"This is my sister's house." Kareena replied snottily, in response to Jacqueline's question of why she was here. "I'm, like, welcome here whenever I want."
"But didn't your rich boyfriend buy you your own house? And car? Why wouldn't you be there with him?" Jacqueline asked.
"Uh, yeah, my boyfriend is awesome, and buys me, like, anything I want. But I can go, like, anywhere I want. But what you don't get, is that sometimes... family is the most important thing." Kareena replied, in a mocking, life-lesson teaching tone. She was stepping closer to Jacqueline as this back and forth got a bit more contentious. Jacqueline smiled and was about to respond when...
"Hey!" Priya called out, setting the phone into its cradle.
"Hey babe!" Jacqueline replied, hugging my wife. "How was the trip?"
"Oh, it was fine." Priya replied. "Kinda tough, going through Pammi's stuff, but it went as well as you could ask for, I guess."
"That's good. That's good." Jacqueline replied. "Oh, I got to know you husband a little better while you were gone."
My eyes widened in panic.
"Oh yeah, he mentioned something. You guys ran into each other at the bar. He got you a glass of wine." Priya replied.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, we shared some wine, he gave me some great, uh, advice about men. About what men like, that kinda stuff. And... he was a very good teacher. Thanks to him, I already have a new boyfriend." Jacqueline replied.
"Wow. That was fast." Priya replied. Jacqueline's eyes slightly narrowed at this implied accusation of sluttiness. "But, uh great. That's great. I'm happy for you. What's he like? Tell me all about him." Jacqueline's expression brightened at Priya's positive energy.
"He's actually, like, perfect." Jacqueline began. "He's super-cool. He's hot. He's rich. And I wouldn't have found him without Gaurav's great advice." she added, putting her hand on my shoulder and giving it a firm squeeze.
I looked over at Kareena. Her eyes had narrowed as she glanced at Jacqueline's hand on my shoulder. Once again, she was appraising these circumstances, suspicious of what was going on, trying to figure out the truth, trying to get to the bottom of the situation. She looked at me and I looked away, nervously. I didn't want to give her any acknowledgement, any hint of the truth. But this motion might have been enough.
"What's his name?" Kareena asked.
"Oh..." Jacqueline began, glancing over at me with a hint of amusement. In a moment of clarity, I knew what she was gonna do. She was gonna do the same thing Kareena did. Tell my wife my name, say what a coincidence it was that her boyfriend has the same name as me. And Kareena would recognize that move, and she would know the truth, and this whole thing would fall apart. I realized this instantaneously, and I knew I had to speak up.
"It's Ranbir. This guy I know from work. He walked into the bar when we were drinking, and I introduced them." I interjected.
"Yeah... Ranbir." Jacqueline said, looking at me, amused at what I had done. "Speaking of drinking, I'm up for some wine. Anybody game?"
"No!" I said, a bit more forcefully than I needed to. But it was important, cause I knew exactly how Jacqueline liked her wine. "We, uh, we just had a bottle at lunch."
"Oh. Shame." Jacqueline said with a smile.
"Well, let's have some girl talk. I'm sure Gaurav won't mind missing this. I have to unpack, so let's go talk in the bedroom." Priya suggested. Jacqueline nodded, and Kareena rolled her eyes.
"Uh... fine." Kareena reluctantly agreed. As the three women made their way down the hall, Jacqueline stopped.
"I'll meet you guys in a second." Jacqueline said. "I need to ask Gaurav about, uh, my new boyfriend... Ranbir."
"Okay, don't take too long. I want to hear all about him." Priya said, walking down the hall. Kareena passed right by me, staring me down, and I was starting to think she had picked up on the clues Jacqueline was leaving. Priya was naive to them, but not Kareena. Kareena knew all of Jacqueline's tricks, cause they were her tricks as well. Her eyes were narrowed, and I saw anger in them, and maybe even a little hurt. Kareena had a hard exterior, and I hadn't ever seen her even the slightest bit emotional. All I knew was that once me and her were alone again, I was in for it.
As soon as Kareena and Priya were out of sight, Jacqueline pulled me around the corner and pulled me close. Before I could react, her tongue was down my throat. Despite my better thoughts, I fell into the kiss, her soft lips against mine, our lips locked together in tight suction, our wet tongues mashing together, her body pressed against mine. For a second, I lost all rational thought and I lost control of my hands, and the only thing I wanted was her body. My hands grabbed at her huge breasts, squeezing them roughly through her thin blouse, feeling her throbbing nipples in my palms. As our kiss deepened, I let my hands run down her body till I was palming her perfect, juicy ass, squeezing it roughly in my hands. Before I let myself fall in too deeply, I pulled back.
"Jacqueline," I gasped, "We can't do this."
"I need it so bad." Jacqueline moaned out quietly. "It's been too long."
"It's been just over a day." I replied, recalling the fact that she had been in my bed till the late hours of the day before last.
"Like I said, too long." Jacqueline said with a cute, insatiable smile. "And I can't wait another minute to have your dick up my ass."
"Jacqueline! We can't do this! Not with Kareena and Priya here. Don't be crazy!" I replied. Jacqueline leaned forward and gave me a small kiss.
"Follow me." she whispered. She took my hand and led me down the hall. I knew this was a bad idea, a really bad idea, but I just let her lead me. I got worried as we got near my bedroom, where my wife and Kareena were, but before we got there, she pulled me into the adjacent bathroom. She shut the door behind us, and moved to the shut door that joined to my bedroom and locked it silently, so neither of the bedroom occupants would know what was going on. As soon we were locked in the bathroom, she smiled wickedly. She jumped into my arms again, her lips again meeting mine. Me and my wife's best friend began making out mere feet from my wife and her slutty older sister. This was so stupid, but it made me feel so good. Much like with Kareena, Jacqueline just made my brain shut down. She pulled back and whispered.
"I want you to fuck me." Jacqueline gasped. "I want it now. I want to be against that door when you fuck me. When you fill my ass with cum. I want to hear them chatting when I cum."
"Jacqueline..." I questioned, not wanting her to push me into doing this because I knew if she did, I couldn't stop her. Not paying heed to my resistance, she sashayed over to the door connecting the bathroom and my bedroom. Looking at me again, she smoothly started to undo her belt and open her jeans. Holding my gaze, she pulled her jeans to her thighs, exposing her near bare ass, clad only in a teeny-tiny pink thong. She braced her hands on the door and just looked at me, waiting for me to take action.
This was really stupid. Just really dumb. I couldn't fuck my wife's best friend up the ass just feet away from my wife and my smoking hot slut sister-in-law, who already was beginning to suspect something was up between me and Jacqueline. This was so beyond reckless. Such a huge risk.
But Jacqueline's ass looked so good.
Before I could think twice, I was behind Jacqueline, fishing my cock out of my pants.
"This is so dangerous." I whispered to her.
"Mmm, I know." she replied, the risk clearly adding to her pleasure. I didn't know if the same thing could be said about me. Did I enjoy the risk? I don't know. My brain knew better, but my cock was pulsing with need. So at the very least, a big part of me did enjoy the fact that I could so easily be caught cheating by my wife. A big, throbbing part of me enjoyed it.
I pulled my dick over the hem of my jeans. It so needed some pleasure. It needed the tightness my wife's best friend's ass could provide. It was crying out for pleasure.
I gripped my shaft in one hand, and with the other, I pulled the tiny pink string running between Jacqueline's ass-cheeks to the side. I put my cock in place, pointing directly at my wife's best friend's ready asshole. I was about to push when we heard voices through the door.
"Geez, sis, I don't know why you bother." Kareena said. "These are not comfortable enough to wear just to wear them."
"Hey, you may have gotten the boobs in the family..." Priya began.
"I mean seriously, this wouldn't have fit me when I was twelve." Kareena interjected.
"Ha Ha." Priya replied sarcastically, used to having her sister pick on her about her cup size. "What I've learned, sis, is that that kinda thing doesn't Matter. I'm with a man that is above that kinda stuff. He loves me for me. He loves me as is."
"Well, sis, that's just great and all, really sweet, but my boyfriend loves those parts of me. Sometimes I think he's only in it for my rack. And my ass. And my pretty face. And my long legs. And my tight ..." Kareena stated.
"Okay!" Priya interrupted, not letting her sister continue. "Well, if he's in it for only that stuff, maybe he's not the right guy for you." Priya said helpfully.
"Oh no." Kareena replied, "He's definitely the one." she paused before adding, "We're a perfect match. He's got really big hands."
"Eww." Priya replied. Kareena laughed mockingly at her little sister's prudishness.
My big hands were very busy, squeezing and pawing at Jacqueline's massive rack through her tight blouse as we listened to my wife and her sister talk. I reached down to hold my dick in place, poised to enter Jacqueline's ass. I began to push at her, trying to force my cock into her tight asshole, when suddenly, Jacqueline's hand slipped, and her elbow banged against the door.
The voices on the other side of the door stopped.
"Jacqueline, is that you?" Priya called out. Jacqueline looked back at me, regret in her eyes at the noise she made accidently. Her gaze fell as she came to a decision.
"Yeah, I'll be just a sec." she called out to my wife, holding my gaze.
"Okay." Priya replied. I sighed and stepped back, knowing the relief my throbbing cock needed had been delayed yet again. Angry at being teased yet denied, angry at my wife interrupting me from ass-fucking her best friend. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly, but why couldn't I just cheat on my wife in peace?
I watched Jacqueline's perfect, nearly bare-ass jiggle as she pulled her jeans back up into place. We both made ourselves presentable. Jacqueline looked at me, also angry at having been interrupted. She walked over and flushed the toilet, making some noise to cover our tracks. She turned on the sink to continue the act. She then put her hand on the doorknob of the door connecting the bathroom to the bedroom. Taking one last look at me as I moved to the other door, she opened the door to the bedroom, and at the same time, I opened the door into the hallway. I heard the girls start to gab as I escaped down the hall, undetected.
My whole body was on edge as I moved away. I was tense. I was horny. I was worried that this whole thing was gonna fall apart. My wife was alone with the two women I was cheating on her with. Despite both Kareena and Jacqueline's assertions otherwise, my wife was not stupid. Both Kareena and Jacqueline were the type of women that loved dropping hints, who would love to rub it in my wife's face that they were fucking her man. If my wife figured it out, my life as I knew it was over. I would lose my wife, lots of money, my house, the respect I held among others, everything. And I knew Kareena was already beginning to suspect something. If Jacqueline was too brazen, Kareena would surely pick up on the clues she was dropping. You could say my wife was naïve, but Kareena was familiar with the ways of the world. She knew the depths of depravity sluts like her could get up to. She knew what a true slut was capable of. She knew the tricks. She knew the playbook. So if Jacqueline was too careless, Kareena would figure out everything. And although Priya finding out could ruin my life, I was far more afraid of Kareena's wrath. If I crossed her, there would be hell to pay.
So, even though I tried to unpack and keep my mind on other things, all I could think about was what going on in that room. Not knowing was the worst part. Not being able to see them talking, not knowing whether my secret was in danger, was just terrifying.
I kept one eye on the bedroom door as I kept myself busy. I couldn't focus, both with my nervousness about my whole life falling apart, and also my dick, which just would not go down. Part of me thought about ducking to the other bathroom and relieving the pressure in my balls, but I knew deep down that was a mistake. Neither Kareena nor Jacqueline would like that. But I was literally on edge. I had to do something. I was about to just give up and do the deed when....
BRING BRING BRING!
The phone started reading, startling me from my thoughts. Since the phone was next to me, I picked it up after the first ring.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Yes, is this Gaurav?" a woman's voice asked.
"Yes. Who is this?" I replied.
"This is Katrina. I work with your wife." she replied.
"Oh, yeah, hi." I replied. I knew Katrina by name. She was my wife's boss at the firm. "What's up?"
"Is Priya back? I know she was away but I was trying to get a hold of her." Katrina said.
"Yeah. Just a sec..." I paused, pulling the phone away. "Priya! It's for you!"
"I'll be right there." she called back. Seconds later, the door to the bedroom opened and Priya skipped out, hurrying cutely towards the phone. Behind her, Jacqueline and Kareena followed. Jacqueline looked confident, as if she was entirely in control of the situation, as if all was going to plan. And Kareena sauntered out, her eyes fixed on mine, a frown on her face, and I knew the truth immediately.
She knew.
As I contemplated my impending demise caused by my own actions, my own cheating dick, I tried to think of a way out. An escape plan. Maybe Kareena didn't know. Maybe I had escaped being caught, but I knew better. Kareena was sharp. She no doubt had soused out the truth. But what do I do? What could I do to avoid this all blowing up in my face? There was no possible way I could escape this unscathed, right? There was no crazy plan, no clever explanation. Kareena knew, and there would be hell to pay.
I had no idea what I was in for. I had no idea what I would have to do, have to go through, to keep my marriage afloat. I had no idea what I'd have to endure to survive the wrath that was about to unfold.
"You're kidding? I just got back." Priya said into the phone. I hadn't paid attention to the phone conversation Priya was having up to this point. I was lost in my thoughts. I looked at Kareena, and noticed her studying Jacqueline, sizing her up. I watched her sneer, as if she thought Jacqueline didn't measure up to her.
"Katrina, can it wait? I literally just walked in the door." Priya whined. Then, Kareena was looking at me, holding my gaze, and her fury was communicated through her eyes. She was pissed, more pissed than I had ever seen her. Her eyes were burning a hole in me and her hands were on her hips. And damn she had never looked sexier. God, that anger, that bitchy attitude, and her perfect body, it just fucking did it for me in a deep, unexplainable way. She had never looked angrier, and in that moment, I had never wanted to fuck her more.
"Fine! I'll be there soon. Yeah, I know. I, uh, yeah, I do. Thanks." Priya hung up the phone. "Well, this is just lovely."
We all looked to Priya.
"I have to go into work. There was a big break in the case and they need me there." Priya said, clearly annoyed.
"How long are you gonna be gone? I just got here." Jacqueline asked.
"I don't know. Probably past dinner." Priya said. "Sorry, I really wanted to just chill out tonight, Jacqueline. We'll have to talk later. I have to get ready. Kareena, maybe Jacqueline can give you a ride home, or Gaurav. Sorry."
"No." Kareena replied, her voice barely controlled, her anger barely hidden. "I might hang here. Relax a little bit."
"Oh, uh, okay, whatever." Priya replied
, a bit surprised but unsuspicious.
"I might hang out as well. Maybe ask Gaurav more advice about boys." Jacqueline asked.
"Oh, cool. Okay. Yeah, just hang out as long as you want, I guess." Priya said, blindly trusting of both her sister, and her best friend. And her husband. My wife had no second-thoughts about leaving me alone with two big-titted, filthy sluts. She didn't suspect a thing. "Okay, I've got to get changed."
"I'm sorry you've got to go in, babe." I told her, knowing her presence was the one of the only things standing in the way of Kareena's fury.
"Me too, hon." Priya said, smiling sadly as she headed back to the bedroom to change.
"So, Jacqueline, this boyfriend of yours... Ranbir, is it? I've scouted out some of Gaurav's coworkers, so which Ranbir did you end up with? The fat one or the sixty year old?" Kareena asked, practically dripping with contempt.
"Oh, uh, I think he's relatively new. Trust me, he's not fat, and he's not old." Jacqueline replied quickly, trying to keep up the act, trying to keep the peace with Kareena. I realized that Jacqueline was treating Kareena the same as always. She didn't know about Kareena and me. She hadn't figured it out yet. She was just biding her time, waiting to get me alone. Waiting for Kareena to leave.
"You know, Kareena, I think there's a bus stop down the road. You can get a ride home from there, I'm guessing." Jacqueline replied.
"My boyfriend bought me a fucking sports car. He bought me huge fucking house. I don't need to ride the bus." Kareena replied. "And judging by your car, your boyfriend doesn't like you as much as mine likes me."
"Oh, I'm sure he'll buy me something nice in due time." Jacqueline replied, looking around the room and glancing at me as she did. "So, call up this boyfriend, I'm sure he'll pick you up." she added, sickeningly sweet.
"Oh, I'm not going..." Kareena began.
"Alright guys, I'm going." Priya interrupted, entering the living room, dressed in her work clothes and carrying her briefcase. "Sorry I gotta go, hon. I'll call you once I figure out when I'm gonna get home."
"Okay, dear." I said, giving her a peck on the lips. But I was so distracted that I could barely focus on her. The tension was building between Jacqueline and Kareena, and I knew it would explode as soon as Priya left. "See you later."
"Bye guys." Priya said, maintaining a positive attitude despite her annoyance at having to leave.
"Bye." Jacqueline replied. Kareena remained silent. Seconds later, the door clicked shut, and Priya zoomed away, off to work for the rest of the day, leaving me alone, with Kareena and Jacqueline.
The room was silent, and the tension was clear to all three of us. Kareena looked at me and Jacqueline, and Jacqueline looked between Kareena and myself. I was looking back between the two, unsure of what would happen next. Finally, the silence was broken.
"You seriously fucked this skank?!" Kareena screamed out, causing us both to jump.
"Uh..." I stammered. Jacqueline was confused.
"Wait, what?" she asked, stepping back.
"I'm not stupid, you dumb bitch!" Kareena replied, sneering at her. "You made it fucking obvious! My sister might be too stupid to notice, but I'm not!"
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