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Surrounded Ch. 01

By: TheTalkMan



 (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)

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Saturday will be the best day of my life. That will be the day I marry my fiancée, Amanda, and I just can't wait. I'm a good looking guy and after a few failed relationships, I found the right girl for me. Some said 23 is too young to be married, but I'm ready for it. I met Amanda through some friends, and we immediately hit it off. She is the same age as me, and is very pretty, with shoulder length blond hair, and a fit body. It's her personality that really attracted me to her. She's just fun to be around. 

We had met soon after I broke up with one of my ex-girlfriends. I always seemed to attract the wrong kind of girls, girls who slept around a lot. Those are not the kind of girls I was looking for. I was looking for girls that were nice, and wholesome, and cared about what kind of person they were. I respected the fact that she was a lawyer, and she could make it on her own, not like one of those gold diggers. That was part of the reason I attracted so many of the wrong girls, because I come from a wealthy family, and I make a lot of money now running my own business.

Today is Tuesday, and I was hanging out at our house with my wife and her best friend, Michelle. Michelle was a great girl. She looked like some of those girls I used to date. She had long, straight, black hair, a gorgeous face, and a great body. I shouldn't notice these things, but she has really big boobs. I've always been a sucker for big breasts. Plus, she does have a great butt, which she always covers in tight, clingy pants. Unfortunately, Amanda's butt isn't anything special, and she is kind of flat-chested, but hey, boobs aren't everything. 

Anyway, we are sitting in the living room watching TV and talking about the wedding. I'm sitting on the recliner while Amanda and Michelle are sitting on the couch. Michelle turned and looked at Amanda, and I quickly noticed what Michelle's wearing. I've noticed she always wears tight clothes to highlight her body. She is wearing a tight burgundy blouse to highlight her big breasts, as well as a tight blue jeans. I quickly glanced up as she turned back. We were watching the news. There is a story about some big divorce, with the CEO of some company cheated on his wife, and now there is a big divorce trial is happening about who gets what. It's madness. 

"I can't believe any person would do that." Amanda said. 

"I know. I just can't imagine anyone cheating on their spouse. Maybe, it's because I have such a wonderful fiancée, but I could never fathom cheating on you, or anyone I know cheating on their spouse." I said.

"Yeah, I know, Matt. What is this world coming to? What kind of people would do that?" Michelle said. 

"Well, it'll never happen to us." Amanda said, with a bright smile. 

"You got that right." I said.

"I love you." Amanda said. 

"I love you too." I said.

**********

It's Wednesday, and Amanda's family was arriving in town. Her parents live a few hours away, and her older sister lives about twenty minutes away. They were all coming to dinner tonight with us. Her parents arrive and we greeted them at the door. Amanda was ecstatic that her parents were here. I shook her father Bob's hand, and gave her mom, Kelly, a big hug. She pressed herself tightly against me, and I can't help but feel her large breasts pressed against my chest. Kelly is a stunningly beautiful woman. She could pass for Amanda's sister. She is very pretty, with long dark hair, and a very sensual face, and she is very skinny, with a nice round butt, and really big breasts, bigger than Michelle's. She is really nice, and fun to be around. We are in the house for five minutes when my wife's older sister, Katie, arrived.

Katie is five years older than me and Amanda, and, though I like her, she made me uncomfortable when we are together. She is exactly like the girls I used to date. She is incredibly gorgeous, with a body to die for, and she knows it. She is a gold digger, and she sleeps around a lot. She is a gym freak, and her body shows that. She has huge breasts, bigger than her mom's and she flaunted them a lot. She always wears low cut blouses to expose her deep cleavage, and they are cut short to expose her abs. Her face always has a naughty look on it, like she is always doing something wrong. She has brown hair, going down to her back. She always wears tight pants or a short skirt, which displayed her long toned legs and her great butt. Katie goes through a lot of boyfriends. They are always rich and handsome, but those relationships always fizzle, shockingly. She doesn't work, because she always mooched from whoever is her current boy toy. That really bugged me. Plus, she always had an attitude, and she seemed to be a little jealous of Amanda at times, probably because their parents seemed to favor Amanda more than her. 

Katie has always been nice to me, and Amanda seemed to look past Katie's flaws and treated her as one of her best friends. If she's good enough for Amanda, she's good enough for me. But, Katie always seemed really flirty around me. It might just be the way she is, but it bugs me all the same. But, Katie is really fun to be around, and she can always make me laugh, so I don't dwell on it.

I opened the door and see Katie standing there in a tight pink blouse that exposes her bountiful cleavage. I couldn't help but glance down at her chest before looking into her eyes. She noticed.

"Hi, Matt." She purred.

"Hi, Katie." I said, uncomfortably. 

She walked in and shakes her jean-clad butt as she walked to the kitchen to meet with the others. We all talk for awhile, before we settled in to eat. Amanda sat next to me as we ate, and Katie sat across from me. It's a struggle for me to keep my eyes on hers, and by the look on her face, I can tell she knows that. She knows what she does to men. The rest of the night was a bit uncomfortable, but it got pretty fun by the end. Bob and Kelly are staying here for the next few days, so they prepared for bed. As Katie leaft, she gave me a tight hug, and I can feel her huge breasts squash against my chest. She gave me a smirk as she turned and left.

**********

The day was Thursday, and it was the day of my bachelor party. I was not looking forward to it. It's not that I don't enjoy partying and stuff, but it was that I know they were getting me a stripper, and that might not be the best thing for me in my current condition. Amanda is a great girl, and she believes in a lot of things, like no cursing, and no sex before marriage. That's fine, and I agreed to support her with both of those things. That means that I haven't had sex in a while, and it was one of the reasons I can't wait to get this wedding over with. I love having sex, but at this point, the last thing I want is to go to a place with beautiful naked women writhing around. 

The bachelor party is like a rite of passage, so John, my best friend, and a bunch of my other buddies were insisting on throwing the best bachelor party they could. So, now we are in a hotel, waiting for the strippers to arrive. There was a knock on the door, and John let in the two strippers.

One of them was a blond, named Stacy. She was gorgeous, with a nice butt and good sized breasts. The other was a voluptuous black woman named Aisha. I have never been really attracted to black girls, but Aisha was absolutely gorgeous. She had long, straight, black hair, dark chocolate skin, a nice round butt, and very large breasts. Her body is perfectly proportioned, her thin waist showing she is in great shape. John talked to both of them. At one point, they all glance at me. Aisha licked her lips. Then, the strippers went to one of the bedrooms. After a few minutes, they emerged. 

Stacy was wearing a purple bra and a matching purple thong. Aisha was wearing a stretchy pink bra, and some matching short shorts. The lights are dimmed, some rap music is turned on, and they start to dance in front of me. My eyes tended to stay on Aisha, and I think Stacy started to notice, so she jumped on my lap. She rubbed her decent sized breasts against my chest, an as she did, she undid her bra and peeled it off, revealing her perky breasts, nipples hard. She pulled my head down and rubbed her breasts against my face. I closed my eyes and let this wash over me. She started to grind against my hardening dick. I could tell she was getting a little turned on. Finally, Aisha put her hand on Stacy's shoulder and pulled her away so she could take her turn. 

Aisha stood up on the couch in front of me. She started to twirl her hips in front of me. I was mesmerized by her sexy black body. She turned around and started to shake her sexy, large black booty in my face. It's not crazy big, like some guys like, but it was large, round, and firm, and it pushed away from her back like a shelf. The bottom halves of her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. She started to lower her shorts in front of me, until her ass cheeks emerged, bare, divided by a hot pink thong. She stepped out of her shorts and rubbed my face against her ass. She turned around and dropped into my lap. I let out a groan as she temporarily knocked the air out of me. She peeled off her bra, and there sat her massive black breasts. They looked so perfect. She grabed my hands and placed them on her ass. Then, she rose up and forced my face against her luscious breasts. I started drowning in their softness. Memories of my past flashed into my mind. Sweaty tangled bodies, large breasts bouncing, unimagined pleasure. I returned to the present. I suddenly realized I shouldn't be doing this. I started to panic, and she noticed. 

"Calm down baby, it's okay." She whispered into my ear, so no one around can hear.

"You into black girls honey?" She asked. "I bet you are. Been hiding it all your life. But you're starting to feel that itch, aren't ya. You been watchin me all night. You can't take your eyes off of me. Wanna do something about it? Want to get it out of your system?" 

I started to panic again. Is she offering what I think she's offering? I can't do this. I pushed her away, and stood up.

"All right, all right." I said laughing as everyone groans. "Hey guys, I don't want this to go too far." I said. They groan but comply. I mainly spend the rest of the night talking to my friends and drinking. My friends got their money's worth on the strippers, as they hang around, dancing for everyone. As they finally prepared to leave, Aisha bounced over to me, leaned into my ear, and whispered, "If you ever want to get it out of your system, let me know."

**********

The day was Saturday, and I just got married. It was the greatest day of my life. We were surrounded by all my friends and family. It was a lovely ceremony as I married the love of my life, the woman I always wanted to be with. In all the times I thought about getting married, the one thing I didn't envision was how horny I would be, all day long. I just wanted to get to our honeymoon suite and make love to my wife. But we had to perform all the things necessary on a wedding day. The ceremony, the pictures, the reception, etc. I just wanted to get it over with. As I danced with my wife at the reception, I looked around the dance floor. I noticed all the good looking women at the ceremony, and had a quick thought that of all the adult women at the ceremony, my wife, by far, had the smallest breasts. Michelle, the maid of honor, Katie, her older sister, Kelly, her mother, and all the others were quite sizable in that sense. I quickly squashed this thought, and continued to dance.

Now, I stand in the bathroom looking at the mirror. I'm a married man. My wife was my true love, the woman I wanted to be with. Right? Did I regret this? Did I make the right choice? I smile to myself. Yes. Yes I did. I head out into the honeymoon suite, where my wife is waiting, ready to make this marriage official.

**********

It was just the beginning of spring, a few months after the wedding. Married life has been great. We were having a great time together. Our sex life was great. I have never been this happy. Today is a Saturday. Amanda is talking on the phone with Katie, talking about how she has to go in to work today. This call goes on for awhile, before she had to end it and start getting ready to go. Amanda gave me a kiss before she went out to her car and drove away. I had a nice day of lying around and watching baseball planned out. About an hour later, there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened it. There stood Katie, wearing tight black pants and a tight yellow, stretchy top. Her hair looked tussled.

"Hey Kate, what's up?" I asked.

"Well, I just finished up at the gym, and I thought I could swing by and have a swim in your pool." She said, stepping in. 

"Okay." I said. She walked by and dropped her gym bag. She opened it up and dug through it. 

"Damn, I forgot my bikini. Do you think Amanda would mind if I borrowed one of hers?" Katie asked.

"I don't see why she would." I said to her back as she was already walking into the bedroom. She shut the door. I waited in the living room, until she emerged wearing a black bikini that looked way too small for her.

"God, this barely fits, but it was the only two-piece I could find." Katie said. She adjusted her top and her boobs jiggled as she did so. The bottoms rode up high on her legs. "I've never seen so many one-piece bikinis in my life. How often does she wear this one?" Katie asked.

"Not much." I said, drinking in her awesome body.

"So, are you gonna join me?" she asked, shaking her hair. 

"Yeah, I'll see you out there." I told her. She smiled, turned, and walked outside. I watched her butt shake as the bikini rode up her butt. I shook some lewd thoughts out of my head as I went to get my suit on. As I shut the door to my bedroom, I saw the pile of Katie's clothes on the floor. On top of it were her thong panties. God, what I wouldn't give to see her in those. Wait, what am I thinking? I shook my head again and put my suit on. I went outside and see her dive perfectly into the water. She emerged with her back to me. She looks down and fixes her top. She turned and smiled.

"Oops, my boobs fell out." She said, turning and displaying the fact that her top was covering her boobs again. I was definitely disappointed.

"Come on. Jump in." she suggested. I dove in. I swam around a bit, as does she, before she walked up the stairs and out of the pool. She grabbed a towel and started to dry herself off. 

"So, Amanda's gone all day?" She asked, as she leaned over to dry off her legs. My eyes couldn't help but jump to her cleavage. She looked up at me as my eyes darted away.

"Yeah, she's working on this big case." I said.

"Got any plans?" she asked, straightening up.

"No, not really." I said.

"So, you wanna hang out? I got nothing better planned." She said.

"Uh, sure. What do you want to do?" I asked.

"Well, the first thing I want to do is eat. I'm starving. I could really go for some of that great spaghetti you make." Katie said with a smile. I smiled.

"Well, at least someone appreciates my cooking." I said, smiling as I stepped out of the pool. She laughed. 

"Matt, you're a kick ass cook. I can't believe Amanda doesn't like your food. She's such a freak sometimes." She said smiling. I smiled as we walked inside. I changed back into my clothes, and she showered and changed into her clothes too. 

"God, today's gonna be so much fun." She said. I was getting the stuff ready to cook. She started to help. She bent over to get out the pots. The thong she was wearing is pulled up above her pants, so it was clearly visible. She stood back up and put the pots on the counter. In no time at all, the spaghetti was ready, and we were sitting at the table, eating. 

"Mmm, this is so good." She said

"Thanks." I replied.

"I love spaghetti. It's good for stamina." She said. 

"Hmm." I said, nodding. We finished up, and I cleaned the dishes. I turned back to her. 

"So, what do you want to do?" I asked her. She smirked.

"To be honest, Matt, I think we should just get naked and fuck each other." She said. I stepped back in shock.

"What?!" I said, alarmed. She started to walk towards me.

"You heard me. Amanda will never know. And it's obviously what you've always wanted." She said like it was incredibly obvious.

"Katie, I don't want to have sex with you." I told her. She laughed.

"Yeah right. You are always checking me out. I'm surprised Amanda hasn't noticed. But, she has always been pretty clueless." Katie said.

"Excuse me?!" I said, angry.

"You know it's true. Amanda is an idiot. I mean, what's up with her no swearing, no sex before marriage, one-piece bikini bullshit. She's obviously not woman enough for a man like you. You look at every woman you pass by. You're a very dirty boy, and she's clueless for not noticing it." Katie said, standing with her hip pointed and her hands gesturing in the air.

"Katie, I love my wife more than anything. And I won't have you come into my house and insult her honor like this!" I said angrily.

"Insult her honor? Ha! What the hell are you talking about? Matt, face it, she's dumb, and she's ugly. A man like you shouldn't be dragged down by an ugly retard like her! You deserve a woman like me, and you know it. Compare her to me. I'm a fucking goddess. She's an ugly troll! " Katie yelled out. 

"You will get the heck out of my house now!" I yelled out, as angry as I've ever been.

"That's not what you really want. You want to rip off my clothes, throw me on your bed, and fuck me till I scream!" she said, her face filled with passion.

"That's the last thing I want Katie. So will you please leave my house now." I said, gesturing her to walk out. She stepped over to me and grabbed my penis in her hand.

"If that's the last thing you want, then why is your cock so fucking hard." She said, running her hand up and down my hard penis. I was taken aback.

"My, My penis is hard, because...." I stumbled out, before she interrupted.

"Cut the crap, Matt! It's not a penis. It's a cock. Jesus, she's starting to get to you. I'll work that out of you fast. Just admit that you want to put your huge throbbing cock in my tight little pussy, and then we'll get down to business." Katie said.

"Katie, you aren't half the woman Amanda is." I yelled out, shoving her hand away from me. Katie laughed.

"Are you kidding! Matt, look at my tits!" Katie said. I couldn't help but glance down at her huge breasts.

"Matt, Amanda is flat as a board. Men like you deserve a woman with big fucking tits. I've got 44 EE's! Imagine, when you make me your woman, these will be all yours. You are obsessed these things, imagine playing with them whenever you want, squeezing them. They are so soft. Their even perkier than you imagine. God, I'm so hot right now." Katie said.

"Just because you have big breasts doesn't make you a better woman." I said.

"Yeah, it does. You love women with big tits. Who doesn't? No one would blame you for fucking me. Cause I am the better woman. If you don't think my tits are enough, how about the fact that I'm smarter, I'm way fucking prettier, I have better hair, better legs, a way better ass, a tighter pussy, and I'm in much better shape. I can fuck for hours." Katie said.

"You're a slut. I don't deal with sluts." I said.

"Duh. Of course I'm a slut. Sluts like me fuck their sister's husbands. And that's why you love me. Because I'm a slut who will do anything. Any position, any way you want. I bet she only fucks in the missionary position." Katie said. I looked down. "God, it's true. God what a dumbass she is. I bet she makes you wear a condom every time you fuck, too." I looked down again. "Ha" Katie laughed.


Surrounded Ch. 01



"Get out of my house, now!" I said, incensed. 

"Matt, this is a one-time offer. I don't like being denied. If you turn this down, you will never get another chance. You will always wonder what could have been. You will always wonder what these tits look like. You will never see any like these again. So, why take the risk? Just let go. Let's take our clothes off, go into your bedroom, and fuck each others brains out for the rest of the day." Katie offered.

"Leave." I said simply. 

"The minute I leave, you'll be kissing these jugs goodbye forever. You'll never get to see them. We both know you want them. I'll tell you what. Just indulge me for a few minutes. Let's talk about my tits for a few minutes. If you describe what you think about them, honestly, then I will walk out, if you still want me too. Okay? Does that sound good?" She said quietly.

"You're saying that if I talk about your b-breasts..." I started

"Tits. My tits, Matt." She said suggestively.

"Fine. If I describe what I think of your tits, then you will leave." I said. 

"Of course." Katie said quietly with a smile.

"Fine, they're really big, okay?" I said

"How big?" She asked.

"Okay, they're huge. You have massive tits. You have big, beautiful jugs. They jiggle when you walk. You satisfied?" I asked.

"Finally, you're being honest with me! But I'm not quite satisfied. Don't you really wish that your wife had huge tits like mine?" Katie asked.

"Yes. I wish she did, okay? I wish my wife had huge jugs like yours. That's the one thing I would change about her." I said angrily.

"Yeah, the one thing!" Katie said sarcastically. "It's too bad." She said. She started to walk towards me. I backed up into a wall. She pressed herself against me and grabbed my hard cock again. "It's too bad you'll never want to fuck your wife again after today. Because right now, I'm gonna suck your cock. You're huge, throbbing cock. And then we are gonna fuck on your bed. And once that happens, you'll never fuck your ugly ass wife again." Katie said. Her hand reached into my shorts and took a hold of my cock. 

"Oh god." I said, responding to her touch. I can't push her away. She fished my dick out of my shorts, and it popped out and pointed directly at her, nine inches and thick. My shorts dropped to the ground. 

"Wow, you're big. Perfect for a slut like me." She said. She kneeled onto her knees. She started stroking my dick. Pre-cum dripped out of the head. I try to pushed her hands away, but she brushed them off. "Your dick is telling me that you really like this." She whispered. She opened her mouth, and shoved my dick into it. She inhaled my cock, getting all of it into her mouth, her throat massaging the head. 

"Oh my god." I said, looking up. Her tongue was all over my cock. Her mouth felt so good. I shouldn't let this happen, but this whore is sucking my dick so freaking well. Her mouth goes up and down as she bobbed her head on my cock. She pulled my dick out of her mouth. My dick emerged, covered in her drool. Some of the spit connected my dick to her mouth. 

"Mmm, your dick tastes so good. I knew it would." She said. She smiled evilly and stood up. "I would finish you off, but I don't think that's what either of us want. How about we just cut the foreplay, and get down to business." She said, smiling. She grabbed my hand and led me to my bedroom. We walked into the bedroom and she shoved me against a wall. Before I could react, she shoved her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't help but go along with it. We started swapping spit as her hand stroked my dick again. I can't believe this. I'm French kissing my wife's sister. My sister. And she's so good at kissing, and she sucked my dick so well. She pulled my shirt off so I'm completely naked. She gave me one last peck. Then, she pulled away.

"Okay Matt, sit on the bed." Katie said. She pushed me to the bed, and I can't fight it. I sat on the bed, confused how I ended up here. She looked down at me, breathing hard. She smiled wide.

"All right baby. You've just got to do one thing before I get naked and we do the nasty. Just admit you want to fuck me. That is all that is separating you from this body." She said. I shook my head.

"I can't. I can't betray my wife like this." I said, sadly. I knew where this was gonna end up. 

"Matt, would it help if I show you my underwear? I know you want to see my thong." She said. "Matt, I've already sucked your dick. What more harm would it be to see me in my underwear?" she added. I shook my head, and then I looked up at her and nodded.

"There you go. I knew it would help." She said. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and lifted her top up and off. There she stood, in a lacy white bra. I can make out the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric. She leaned over and pulled her pants down before she stepped out of them. There Katie stood, in her bra and matching thong panties. The panties barely covered her pussy. There was a big wet spot on the front of her panties. She turned around and shows me her amazing, heart-shaped ass, with the thong fabric going between her muscular cheeks. Then she turned and faced me. 

"Okay Matt, the moment of truth. Admit you want to fuck this body, and it's all yours." She said. She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She toyed with it, waiting for my answer. 

"I want to fuck you, Katie." I admitted, finally. "I want to fuck you so fucking hard. I always have. I love your huge fucking tits. I think about them every day. They are just so big." I said, looking at her, pleading to see them. 

"If you had the choice of seeing my tits or fucking your wife, what would you choose?" she asked, smiling evilly.

"I'd choose your tits, without question." I said. Then, she smiled, and finally let the bra fall to the floor. For the first time, my eyes were able to feast on Katie's big, bare tits. Her nipples were hard, surrounded by large, smooth, areolas. My jaw dropped, not believing this sight. Her tits were amazingly firm, with very little sag. She bent over and slipped off her thong. I looked down at her neatly trimmed pussy, just the way I like them. I started stroking my cock as she rubbed her pussy. 

"Alright, baby, it's time to fuck!" she said. She pushed me onto my back. I pulled my legs up onto the bed. Katie straddled me and sat on my stomach. She leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth again. We furiously made out for a few minutes. Her tits pressed against my chest, and I can feel her hard nipples against me. I'm done resisting. I let my hands roam all over her back, and I let them roam down to her ass. I squeezed her muscular ass as I humped my cock against her, searching for her pussy. She pulled back and smiled. 

"Okay love. This is it. You realize that you're about to have the best sex of your life. One long, hot session, of crazy, mind blowing, fucked up sex. You'll never be able to go back to Amanda after this. You will never be the same after today." She reached under herself and grabbed my hard dick. She gave it a few quick strokes, then pointed it up at her pussy. She lowered her soaking wet pussy towards it. The tip of my cock pressed against her pussy. Then, the tip of my cock slipped into her.

"Oh my god!" I grunted out. She lowered herself down further, and my cock went farther and farther inside her. Soon, I am all the way inside of her. Her pussy is wrapped around my cock, all the way to the base of it. She tightened the muscles in her pussy around my cock. 

"You like that? You like my tight pussy around your big cock?" she asked, her hands pushing on my chest to hold herself up. The pleasure I felt is greater than anything I've ever felt. Her pussy is easily the best I've ever felt. She's doing things to my cock I didn't think were possible.

"Oh god! It's amazing!" I said, out of breath. Then, she started to bounce on my dick. At first, the bounces are small, but then, she started rocking her body all the way up and down my cock, slamming herself on me. I looked up and saw her huge tits just bouncing everywhere. I can't resist. I reached up, and wrapped both of my hands around her tits. I squeezed them over and over again, not believing what I'm feeling. I pinched her nipples, and she groaned. Then, she reached to my head and grabbed it. She pulled me up so my face went straight in between her tits. She rubbed them all over my face, and I just take it. She bounced even harder on my dick, as I pounded up into her. I opened my mouth and licked all over her breasts as they rubbed all over me. My mouth found her nipple, and I sucked on it hard as we both grunted in pleasure. This position is uncomfortable for me, so despite the great view I had, I wrapped my hands around her, and turned her so she fell onto her back on the bed. I followed her so my cock stayed inside her, and now I'm on top of her. She looked up into my eyes. I looked down at her, with a mix of disgust and absolute lust. 

"You're loving this, aren't you? You must be if your dick is so hard." Katie said, smiling wide. I looked down at her and started pounding her pussy. 

"Oh, Matt. You must not like your wife that much if you're pounding a slut like me so hard? Am I right?" she asked.

"Yes, you're right." I said, giving her what she wanted to hear. I pounded her harder.

"Oh, fuck me, Matt. You don't even like your wife, do you? What kind of "happily married man" looks at other women like you do? You dream about cheating on her, don't you? You hate your wife! She's an ugly piece of shit who is clueless about men. The only women you care about are sluts like me. Tell me! Tell me I'm right. Tell me how much you hate your wife!" she screamed out. I can't resist doing what she told me.

"YES. I fucking hate my wife. She's so fucking ugly. I can't stand to be seen with her. The only reason I married her is to be closer to you. I love cheating on her, because I love whores like you. Sluts like you are real women. You sluts care about your men, plus sluts like you always have big tits. I can't fucking stand flat-chested women." I said, without thinking, as I pounded into her as hard as I can. I stuck my face between her heaving breasts. I'm surrounded on all sides by her tits.

"Oh god, Matt, you're gonna make me cum! Tell me how much you love me! Tell me you love me more than your wife!" Katie screamed, digging her nails hard into my back. She needed to hear it. She needed to hear him say it.

"I love you Katie! I love you so much more than my wife! You're such a huge slut! I wish I married you!" I screamed out. 

"OH YES! OH FUCK! YES!" she screamed. Her pussy tightened around my cock spasmodically as she came hard on my cock. The pleasure is too much for me to take. I started cumming inside her. I kept pounding her as hard as I could, as I came harder than I ever have. I released load after load into her. Finally, we both collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I rolled off of her and my dick popped out of her pussy. It was still hard, and covered with our combined juices. We are both breathing hard, coming down from our high. Brrinngg! The phone rang. I considered ignoring the call, but I decided to grab it.

"Hello?" I said, out of breath.

"Hey, baby, it's me." Amanda said.

"Oh, hi honey." I said, panicking due to the fact that I'm lying in bed with my wife's hot naked older sister while talking to my wife.

"How's your day going? Why are you out of breath?" she asked, genuinely curious, as she always was. Meanwhile, Katie has perked up, knowing that I'm talking to my wife. She smiled evilly and crawled along the bed, her massive tits hanging down. She got between my legs, took my cock into her hand, and started stroking me as she looked up at me.

"Uh, it's been fine. Just got in from a run. What do you need?" I asked, wanting to know why she called in the middle of the day. 

"Well, I'm done here at work, but the car is messing up again, so I had to have it towed. I was wondering if you could pick me up. I was thinking I could get a table over at Franchezca's and we could meet for lunch, then we'll drive back" she suggested. My cock is now at full hardness again, as Katie stroked me. I needed to get Amanda off the phone, now, before she figured out what was going on. 

"Yeah, that sounds good. Listen, I gotta go. I'll see you soon, okay baby." I said quickly.

"All right. I love you." Amanda said.

"I love you too." I said quickly and hung up the phone. 

"What'd she want?" Katie said with disgust as she jacked my dick. The impact of what we just did was starting to hit me. I brushed her hands off of me and stood up.

"I gotta go. She needs me to pick her up." I said, not looking at Katie.

"Fuck her. Let her wait. What do you care? You hate her as much as I do." She said incredulously. 

"I love Amanda." I said quietly, turning away from her.

"Well, that's not what you said while you were fucking me. All you could go on about was how much you hated her." Katie said, wrapping her hair around her finger.

"I just got lost in the moment." I said.

"No you didn't. You really hate your wife." Katie said. 

"No I don't. Listen, what happened was a mistake. You should leave. This can never happen again." I told her. 

"Matt, don't feel guilty. You loved it as much as I did. As much as you think you love your wife, you know that we're going to fuck each other again and again and again. You love me. You love me more than you ever loved that hag wife of yours." Katie said.

"Why do you hate Amanda so much?" I asked, curious.

"I hate her for the same reason you do. She's ugly, she's dumb, she's stuck up. She thinks she's hot shit. She thinks she's better than everyone, just because she's a fancy lawyer. She acts like she brings in all this money, but she brings in nothing. You're the bread winner in the house, baby. She always lectures me about getting a job, but it's clear she's the idiot. All she cares about is herself, and looking important and respectable. But real women like me don't kid ourselves. Men don't care about responsibility. All men care about is having great sex with hot babes. I care for my men. Oh, do I care for them. And in return, they give me whatever I want. Everyone wins." Katie said, finishing her speech. As much as I hated to admit it, my cock was getting harder. I had to get away.

"Katie, I need to go pick Amanda up. You need to leave." I told her. Katie rolled her eyes.

"Alright Matt, I'll make you a deal. If you ignore your wife, and stay here and play with me some more, I'll let you fuck me in the ass." She said, turning away, and pointing her perfect ass at me. My eyes widen in shock. Katie looks back at me "C'mon, Matt. You know only want to do it. Only real sluts like me let their man fuck their ass. And you're my man now, Matt." Katie said. I just stand there, really tempted. Her ass looks so fucking good. "C'mon, Matt, we both know you're going to do it. Here, I'll spread the cheeks for you." She said, using her chest to hold her weight as she reached behind her and spread the cheeks. I could see Katie's asshole.

"I've never fucked a girl in the ass." I said, staring at her ass. 

"Well if you ever want to, now is the time, because we both know Amanda will never let you, as if anyone would want to fuck her ass." Katie said. I still couldn't get myself to go over, despite wanting too. "Okay Matt, how about you just put the tip of your dick in my ass, then you can go. Then you can said you've fucked a girl in the ass, okay?" Katie offered. I nod.

"Okay, but just the tip, okay. I don't want to fuck you again. I just want to know what it feels like." I said, justifying my actions.

"Okay Matt." She said with a smile. I went over and got on my knees behind her on the bed. I grabbed my rock hard cock and put it against her asshole. I pushed into her until my cock slipp into her, her juices lubricating my dick. I just pushed the tip inside. The pleasure was amazing. 

"Oh god, Matt. Your dick is so big! God, it feels so good doesn't it?" She asked.

"Yes!" I grunted out in pleasure.

"Listen Matt. You'll need to cum before you leave. If you show up to Amanda with your dick as hard as a rock, she'll know something is up. She knows she could never turn on a man that much." Katie said. She's right. Amanda would start to ask questions if she saw me as hard as I am now. I'd better just fuck Katie's ass, to protect our marriage. I started to push my dick deeper into her ass. Soon, I got my dick all the way inside her ass.

"Uhh, there you go, Matt. Fuck me. Fuck my whore ass!" she screamed out. Katie was now on her hands and knees as I fucked her ass as hard as I can. Her massive tits are swaying below her as I fucked her. 

"God, it feels so good!" I yelled out. I reached under her and cupped her breasts in my hands. I squeezed over and over again. "I love fucking you so much. I fucking love your body." I told her, pounding her.

"Ugh, Matt! Keep fucking me! You love my body more than you love your wife, don't you?" she screamed out, shoving her ass back at me.

"YES! I do!" I screamed out. 

"You love me more than your wife, don't you?!" she screamed out.

"Yes, oh god yes!" I said.

"You'll give me whatever I want, right Matt?" she asked.

"Anything!" I screamed out. 'As long as I can fuck you!"

"Oh baby, we'll be fucking for a long, long time." She said. The fucking continues for awhile, with neither of us wanting it to end. Then, my cell phone started to ring. I let it ring. Katie grabbed my phone, flipped it open, and looked at it. 

"It's your wife. Probably wants to know what's taking you so long." Katie said. I look at the clock. Shit! It's been a half hour since she called. The phone stopped ringing.

"Aahh, she left you a message. Let's have a listen." Katie said. Suddenly, Amanda's voice emerged from the phone.

"Hey Matt, just wondering what's taking you so long. I'm getting kinda worried. Call me when you get this." Amanda said. 

"She's getting worried, Matt. If you want, you could stop pounding my hot ass and call her back, or we could keep going till you cum in my ass. What do you think?" she asked, looking over her shoulder, smiling. I grabbed her hips and started pounding her ass harder. She smiled, and tossed the phone away. She started screaming.

"Oh Matt! You're doing it. You're gonna make me cum! OH, FUCK!" she yelled. Her asshole clenched around my cock as she came. I couldn't hold back anymore. I started cumming in her ass. I was cumming in buckets. Finally, after a minute, it stopped. I fell to my back, completely drained. I was breathing hard. Katie was on her stomach, gathering her strength back. I can see my cum leaking out of her ass. She got up and crawled over to me. She laid her body on mine. She leaned down and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We started to make out, again. Unbelievably, my dick started to get hard again. She could feel it poking at her. She leaned up, and, without taking her tongue from my mouth, grabbed my dick, and slid it into her pussy. She started bouncing on it again. I could feel her tits sliding against my chest. I pounded up into her as she came down on me. This session wouldn't last very long. I quickly rolled us both over. Our mouths separated. Her eyes flash in shock and lust. I took her legs, put them on my shoulders, and rolled her up so her face is in between her legs. I started pounding her as hard as I could, again. 

"Pound me, Matt. Pound me!" she encouraged. Our sweat was intermingling as we fucked. I grunted and moaned as I pounded her. The phone rang again, but I ignored it as I kept on sliding my cock into her hot pussy for a few more minutes. I finally came in her again as she came one last time. I rolled off of her completely exhausted. We lied in bed for a few minutes, getting our strength back. Finally, she stood up. I could see her perfect ass wiggle as she walked across the room. She started to talk as she put her clothes back on. 




Surrounded Ch. 01



"Well, Matt, I know that if I let you, you'd be in here all day with me. But, I've got shit to do, and you've got to explain to your wife why you're an hour late. So, I'll see you later, lover." She finished, as she put her shirt on, and was now fully clothed again. She walked out of the room and out of the house. Now I am alone and naked on the bed. I get my bearings back, and the full gravity of what I just did hit me. I just cheated on my wife. I cheated on her with her sister, and it was the best sex of my life. I should be more disgusted with myself than I am. I just can't believe I did this to my wife. I love Amanda. I should have never even thought about sex with Katie, let alone actually doing it. I look at the clock. Katie's right; it's been over an hour since Amanda called. I stood up. I've got some explaining to do. 

Somehow, I was able to smooth things over with Amanda. She was pissed when I called, but I told her that I was helping this guy who was having car problems, and that I lost track of time. She seemed to accept that, but she wasn't in the best of moods while we ate our lunch. I promised to make it up to her with a nice dinner.

So, we were both in the house later that day. She was more cheerful now than she was before. I was getting started on dinner as she was getting changed. I had changed the sheets on the bed, to cover my tracks. The guilt was absolutely killing me. I was now an adulterer. I've become the type of person I've always hated. I cheated on my wife, with my sister. And the sex was amazing. My dick was getting hard just thinking about it. I shook my head, clearing the thoughts of Katie out of my head. I should probably just bite the bullet, and confess everything to Amanda. But, I don't want to hurt her. She would fall apart if she knew I fucked her older sister. So, maybe I shouldn't tell her. But, no matter what, I gotta tell Katie that what happened between us was a one time thing. 

Amanda came back downstairs, dressed more casually. 

"Mmm, smells good." She said, walking into the room. She came up behind me and hugged me. 

"I love you baby." She said.

"I love you too." I told her. Then, there was a knock at the door. 

"I'll get it." She said. She walked out of the room. Curious, I followed her. Amanda opened the door, and there stood Katie, as sexy as ever. She was wearing low-cut jeans, and a tight, low-cut red blouse and high heels. 

"Hey sis!" Amanda said happily. 

"Hey!" Katie said. She walked in, smiling, and hugged Amanda. "That blouse looks great on you." Katie added.

"Oh, thanks!" Amanda said. Katie looked at me.

"Hi, Matt. It's been way too long since we last saw each other." She said. I smile nervously as she hugged me. The feel of her boobs against me started to get me hard again.

"So, what brings you here?" Amanda asked. 

"Well, I've kinda had a bad day. I was thinking we could all hang out tonight?" Katie asked.

"Well, we've got this big dinner planned..." I started quickly.

"Oh, that's nonsense. Of course you can hang out with us." Amanda interrupted. 

"Thanks." Katie said. Katie was obviously lying through her teeth. I had to follow behind them as we walked to the kitchen. I couldn't help but stare at Katie's jiggling ass. They started chatting in the kitchen like best friends while I continued making the dinner. Katie was very nice and complimentary to Amanda. This was hours after she screamed out how much she hated Amanda. Katie must be playing it up to get to me. 

"Mmm, Matt, that smells so good. You know how I love what you cook up." Katie said.

"Uh, thanks." I said uncomfortably. I cooked up the dinner, now for three. I finished up as they chatted and we sat at the table. Katie sat across me, and Amanda sat to my left. As I hear Katie tell Amanda some BS she made up about the bad things that happened to her today, I could feel Katie push her bare foot against my crotch, rubbing my cock to full hardness. Amanda completely bought in to what Katie said.

"Oh yeah, I haven't told you yet. I got a new boyfriend." Katie said with a big smile. She looked right at me, then back to Amanda.

"Oh really, what's he like?" Amanda asked, intrigued. Amanda had never seemed to notice the fact that her sister is a gold digger, and a slut. She was kinda clueless to what kind of person Katie really is. 

"He's great. I think he might be the one, sis. He's a hunk, he's loaded, and we have a ton in common. We love the same things. We hate the same things. It's great." Katie said, obviously talking about me. 

"That's great. What's his name?" Amanda asked.

"Actually, his name's Matt, too." Katie said. Amanda laughs.

"Ha, weird." Amanda said. "Both of us might end up with a guy named Matt." Katie was loving the fact that she was getting away with telling Amanda so much about our affair without Amanda figuring it out. We ate our dinner, with Katie massaging my dick while providing me a great view of her ample cleavage. 

"Well, I'd better get going. Leave you two lovebirds alone." Katie said.

"Yeah, I might have to cook up something special for Matt once you leave." Amanda said, being uncommonly flirty.

"Ooh, well I'll leave you two to that." Katie said, smiling. She got up and grabbed her purse. She hugged her sister, then she hugged me. Her body felt so good against me. She pulled away and walked out. We shut the door. Then, Amanda came over into my arms and kissed me. We pecked at each other for about a minute when there is another knock at the door. I walked over and open it. It's Katie, again.

"Hey, sorry. My car's not starting. I was wondering if Matt could help me out." Katie said. I knew this was not a good idea, but I had no way to say it. 

"What's up with all the car problems today?" Amanda said.

"Yeah, I know. I'll be right back." I said. I walked outside as Katie shut the door and followed. We walked to her car, which was a very nice BMW, and I opened the hood. I looked inside, and she came up next to me and did the same. 

"Matt, there's nothing wrong with the car. I just wanted to get you away from her. I don't know how you could stand listening to her babble on like an idiot. Thank god I got you out of there, right?" Katie said.

"Katie, my wife is not an idiot." I said. Katie started to imitate my wife

"Huh, your boyfriend, and my husband have the same name. Huh, huh." Katie said, imitating my wife to make her sound like a retard. "I mean, come on, Matt, how can she not figure it out?" Katie added.

"Katie, what happened between us can't..." I started.

"Shh, listen Matt. I want you to go inside and tell my sister that you're giving me a ride home, and you'll be right back. We'll talk about you and me in the car, okay?" Katie said. I nodded. I went inside, talked to Amanda, and grabbed my keys. I came back outside. Katie was waiting next to the passenger door. I opened the doors, and she got in. I got in the driver's seat. I started the car and backed out. 

"We'll pick up my car tomorrow. I'm sure you'll be able to fix it up by then. To be honest, I'm getting bored with this car, anyway. Maybe you can buy me a new one. I'd really like a sports car." Katie said. 

"Katie, you have the wrong idea about me. I love my wife. I am satisfied with her. What we did can never happen again." I told her. 

"Matt, it's okay to feel guilty. You love me more than your wife. All you think about is fucking me. The only time you were truly happy was when you were fucking me. So why don't you just accept the truth, and be happy. Join me, Matt, and we'll be together forever." Katie said. We stopped at a stoplight.

"Katie, I just don't know." I told her, hating myself. Katie reached over and grabbed my cock through my pants. 

"Mmm, you're hard as a rock. We both know you'll be fucking me as soon as we get to my place. But, I don't think you'll make it. Here, let me make you feel better." She said. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock. She stroked it a few times, then leaned over and took my cock in between her soft wet lips. She started bobbing on my cock. Her tongue was everywhere. I could see her thong sticking out of her pants as she sucked me. The light changed, and I started driving. I could barely focus on the road. 

"God, Katie, you give the best blowjobs." I told her, resting my hand on top of her head. She groaned and sucked harder. I started swerving on the road. I just couldn't focus. Katie took me out of her mouth, which was covered in drool and my pre-cum. 

"Matt, your cock tastes so good." She said. She took me in her mouth again and sucked me hard. She leaned up to me and pulled herself close. 

"Matt, I can't wait any longer. I'm so fucking horny. We've got to fuck right NOW! Pull over somewhere. We've got to do it." Katie said quickly. Her panic was contagious. I pulled over into the parking lot of a bookstore. She got out and went to the backseat. I followed. She's already taking off her clothes as I get in. As I saw her pull off her blouse to reveal her massive uncovered breasts, I started to take off my clothes. I get naked and leaned back as she pulled off her pants. She straddled me on the backseat. She immediately took all of my cock into her pussy as she kissed me again. Her pussy is so wet and tight. She pressed her body against me as she bounced up and down fast on my cock. Our tongues wrestled as I reached around and squeezed her ass with both of my hands.

"God, your big fat cock feels so good in my tight little pussy." Katie said, bouncing on me. I grunted out in agreement. The pleasure was too great for words. The feelings caused by us fucking, as well the sight of her huge tits bouncing everywhere, was too much for me to resist. I was through resisting this. She was too hot. The sex was too good. I love my wife, I do. Our relationship is great. The only weak spot in our relationship was the sex. She's simply not that good. And with Katie, the sex was unbelievable. Katie was right. The sex between us was bound to happen. I couldn't resist it. I was not going to fight it anymore. I'm going to sit back and just enjoy it. Plus, we had already done it. Not doing it again wasn't going to make it any better. I pounded up into her hard as she slid down on me.

"Oh, FUCK!" she moaned out in pleasure. I looked around. The windows were fogged up. Both of us were covered in sweat. Steam was coming from off her back from her exertion. She grabbed my face and shoved it in between her huge, sweaty, heaving tits. I rubbed my face on them as I pounded her. 

"Do me, Matt! Do me! Make ME CUM!" she yelled out. "OH FUCK YES!" she screamed. She came hard on my dick. This pushed me over the edge. I started cumming inside her again. This was the best feeling I had ever had. Cumming inside my sister while fucking in the backseat of my car while my wife waited patiently at home. Cheating on my wife repeatedly with her much hotter older sister. It's bliss. I just keep shooting off inside her. After what felt like ages, I finally stopped cumming. We both collapsed, exhausted. We were both breathing hard. She looked me right in the eyes. 

"That was so good. That was the best sex I've ever had Matt." She told me. I smiled, and she smiled back.

"Are you done being stupid Matt? Are you done clinging to the fact that you really care about your wife?" she asked, tightening her pussy around my cock. 

"Yes, Katie. I'm done being stupid. I love you. I love your body. I love your huge jugs." I told her.

"Well, they're all yours, baby. I'm all yours. Now, will you give me whatever I want?" she asked with a pout.

"Yes, of course. You want a new car? I'll buy you a Ferrari. You want a new house? I'll buy you a mansion." I told her. She smiled wide. 

"Mmm, that's right, my love. A Ferrari sounds just fine to me. And, when the time comes, you'll get me pregnant, and I'll have your baby. Mmm, I can feel your cock get harder. You really like that idea, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes. I'll get you pregnant. I can't wait." I told her. My dick was hard again.

"So, what was up with Amanda being all flirty with you tonight?" she asked. She started to bounce lightly on my cock. 

"I don't know." I said.

"My guess is that she noticed how fucking hot I am, and how she just can't compare, so she wants you to fuck her to prove to herself that she is attractive. Selfish bitch." Katie said. I nodded in agreement.

"Now, Matt, you have a choice. You can go back home, where your wife is waiting for you to fuck her, like she obviously wants. But we both know that's not going to happen. We're going to my place. I'll dress up in some nice lingerie. I'll give you a little dance. Then, you're going to fuck me hard, again, and again, and again. Am I Right?" Katie asked. There was no choice. 

"Of course. Who would want to fuck her when they've got a slut like you?" I told her.

"That's right. She's a fucking ugly retard." She said.

"You're right." I told her. 

"All right Matt. We'll finish this up at my place." She said, getting off my hard cock. She started to put her clothes back on, and I did the same. We both slipped back in to the front seats. She leaned over and kissed me as we got settled. We made out for a few minutes. Finally, she pulled away. 

"We'd better go." She said. I started up the car, and sped away. I drove as quickly as I could. Within fifteen minutes, we were at her place. She had a small house, all to herself. I pulled up into her driveway. We both walked quickly into her house. As she shut the door, she pushed me against the door and shoved her tongue in my mouth again. We kissed for about a minute, then she pulled away again. She grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. She sat me on her bed. 

"Alright, lover, take off your clothes and wait here. I'll be right back." She said with a big smile. She went to her dresser, opened up a drawer, grabbed some skimpy stuff and her phone, and walked into her bathroom. I took off my clothes and sat down on the black satin sheets on her bed. In the bathroom, I could hear Katie chatting on the phone.

Katie was changing into her skimpiest underwear for her new boyfriend. As she did, she dialed up her sister's number. Amanda picked up on the other end.

"Hello?" Amanda asked. 

"Hey, sis, it's me." Katie said, as she pulled her skimpy bra cups over her nipples. "Listen, Matt started to feel really sick on the drive over here, and he's puking his brains out now. I don't think he'll be able to drive back until he starts feeling better." Katie said.

"Oh my god. Dang, I wish there was a way I could get over there. Do you think he should go to the hospital?" Amanda asked. Katie pulled her skimpy g-string between her ass cheeks. 

"No, sis, I think he'll be fine. I think he'll be better in a few hours. If not, then I'll drive him to the hospital. Don't worry sis. I'll take really good care of him." She said. 

"Well okay, let me know if he gets any worse. And tell him I love him" Amanda said.

"Yeah, okay, I'll see you tomorrow." Katie said, turning off the phone. Katie pulled on her skimpy nightie. She started to put her makeup on. 

Matt was waiting in anticipation of Katie walking out of the bathroom. He couldn't wait to see what she had cooked up for him. After a few agonizing minutes, the door opened, and Katie emerged. Katie leaned against the doorframe, looking insanely hot. She had her hair done up, and had put some makeup on. Her lips looked wet and glossy. And then Matt looked at her body. She was wearing a see through pink nightie that ended just below her pussy. Underneath, she was wearing a pink lace bra that just covered her nipples, and a pair of skimpy pink panties. The smell of her perfume is intoxicating. 

She walked sexily over to me and walked right up between my legs. She bent over, put her arms around my torso, and rubbed her tits against my chest as she straightened up. Her nails ran up my back as she did so. She spun around so I could see through the nightie, her g-string running between her ass cheeks. She started dancing in front of me, hypnotizing me with her perfect body. She rubbed her ass against my cock and my chest. She teased me by lifting the nightie a little, just enough to expose her ass, then letting it drop. She continues this game as she kept dancing. Then, she grabbed my thighs and danced against me as she rubbed her ass against me.

"I'm so wet." She whispered in my ear. My dick got harder, if that's possible. She kept dancing. Then, she turned to face me. She grabbed the spaghetti straps of her nightie and dropped them off her shoulders. Her nightie fell to the ground. Before I could take in her half-naked body, she pulled my face into her chest. She held my head against her as she stood up on the bed. My face rubbed against her flat stomach before settling against her pussy. She swiveled her hips, rubbing her pussy against my face. I can smell how turned on she was. 

She turned around in front of me. Her perfect, heart-shaped ass was now inches from my face. She reached behind her, grabbed my head, and shoved it into her ass. She shook her ass against my face.

"Yeah baby, take it. Just take it!" she moaned out. She kept my face against her ass for a full minute, and I just took it.

"Take off my G-string, baby. Use your teeth. Bite it." She ordered. She spread her cheeks and I dove in. My mouth and tongue swirled around between her cheeks, trying to get my mouth on her g-string. My tongue grazes her asshole, but I didn't care. I finally got my tongue around the string and pulled the string between my teeth. I pulled it down past her hips, and they fell to the bed. She released my face from her ass, and she stepped down to the ground. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell to the ground. There she stood, completely exposed to me again. 

She walked over to her night stand and grabbed a bottle from the drawer. I saw that it's baby oil. She raised her eyebrows. Then, she opened the bottle, and poured it all over her chest. She just kept pouring and pouring. She finally closed the bottle, and set it down. She spent the next five minutes rubbing the oil all over her body. Finally, she stood with her hands on her hips with one hip pointed. Her perfect body is glistening with baby oil.

"God, I love you, Katie." I said to her, completely in awe of how sexy she was. She started walking toward me. 

"No more foreplay, Matt. Let's just get to the fucking." She said. She shoved me down onto the bed. She got on top of me, and soon, my cock is buried in her pussy again. She started to bounce on me as my hands indulged themselves in her massive jugs. I pinched her nipples as she bounced on me. I kept squeezing her tits, not believing those sucker were real. She started bouncing harder. We were both so turned on that neither of us were going to last long. I pounded up into her as she came down on me. 

"Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" she screams out as she came, inducing me to cum in her as well. She collapsed down onto me and her tits smothered my face. My dick barely softened in her. She looked down at me. I smiled, and she did too.

"Baby, we're just getting started." She said. 

The whole night was a blur of tangled limbs, oil, and satin sheets. I had endurance I didn't know I had. We just kept going and going. We both came repeatedly. I came in her pussy, in her ass, in her mouth, on her tits. It was easily the best sex either of us had ever had. We finally both fell asleep, but it was more that we just passed out. That night I slept like a rock. When I finally woke up in the morning, she was sucking my cock. She kept sucking until I came in her mouth again. 

Amanda called again, while we were in the shower. I was fucking Katie from behind at the time. Katie had a phone next to the shower so she grabbed it and started gabbing with her sister as I fucked her while squeezing her tits. 




Surrounded Ch. 01



"Yeah, sis, he's feeling much better. Oh, he's in the shower right now. I wouldn't want to disturb him." Katie said. "Okay, he'll be home soon. Okay, bye." Katie said, ending the conversation, and tossing the phone away. She smiled at me evilly as I continued fucking her. Life was perfect.

**********

I got home a few hours later. Amanda kept asking me how I was feeling, and I had to do the acting job of my life to not smile. She had no clue what was going on with Katie and me. I acted like I was still recovering from being sick, because I was walking slowly. Actually, my hips were sore from fucking Katie so much. I took a nap to recharge my strength. Then, after that, I went to act like I was working on Katie's car. After a little bit, I told Amanda I was driving Katie's car back to her. Amanda approved, of course, so I had no problems going back to see Katie. 

Once I got there, I proceeded to fuck Katie up the ass over her couch. I had absolutely no guilt anymore about fucking Katie. I loved being with her. I loved fucking her. I loved the fact that she was a fucking slut, a whore. I love her. An idea popped in my head.

"Kate, do you think I should divorce Amanda, and marry you? Because I'll do it, cause I love you." I told her as I pounded her whore ass. 

"No, you shouldn't get a divorce. The reason us fucking is so good, is because Amanda is too stupid to notice. You're cheating on your wife with her sister. That's why this is so much fun." Katie said. "Oh fuck Matt. Keep pounding my ass. Don't get me wrong baby. I love you too, and we will always be together. But nothing makes me happier than the fact that the husband of my stupid little sister is obsessed with fucking me, and is repulsed by the thought of fucking her. And that's the way things will stay." Katie said. I completely agreed. The best part of this whole thing was that we were betraying Amanda's trust behind her back. 

"Oh, fuck!" I called out. I started to cum in her ass. She started to cum as well. We rode out our orgasms and continued fucking until they stopped. I pulled out, and we fell to the couch. She turned to face me. 

"Now, who does this big hard cock of yours belong to?" She asked.

"It's yours Katie. I'm all yours." I told her. We started to make out. I had never been more content in my life. 

*********

Katie has taken over my life, and I couldn't be happier. A few weeks have passed since we got together, and they have been the best weeks of my life. I've come to realize that everything Katie said about Amanda was true. She was dumb. Katie and I haven't exactly been subtle with the fact that we're fucking. But we both know she'd never figure it out, so we're not too worried. We had fucked a few times with Amanda in the house, and she didn't notice a thing. Also, Amanda really wasn't that attractive to me anymore. I can't get it up for her unless I thought about Katie. The sex with Amanda was just bad. It's almost painful it's so bad. She had no idea what she was doing. 

Being with Katie made up for all that. The crazy sex we have gets my mind off the fact that I'm married to an idiot. We have sex at least twice a day. She'll come to my work to fuck me. We just can't get enough of each other. And as I said, she has taken over my life. She calls me from her cell whenever she feels like it, and likes to tease me about what we'll do when we see each other next. I could be very busy at work, and she'll call and interrupt. But that's okay, because she'll make it up to me. Also, she was making me take down all the pictures of me and Amanda on my desk at work, and they are now replaced with pictures of Katie in various sexy poses. Also, she was making me have a picture of her big bare tits as the desktop on my computer. Honestly, none of this bothers me. The more I see of Katie, the better.

She was getting ready to move into her new house, which was just as big as my house. To thank me for paying for it, I am gonna take the day off to christen her new house by fucking the entire day away. So overall, life was good. 

Today, Amanda had invited Katie over for lunch. They were going to visit their parents for a few days, and were planning out the trip. Katie pulled up into the driveway, and she brought her new Ferrari to a stop. Amanda met her at the door. 

"I still can't believe your boyfriend bought you a Ferrari. That's insane." Amanda said.

"What can I say? My boyfriend really loves me. And he loves to show it." She said, looking over at me. She walked over and gave me a big hug. Amanda thought nothing of it as we kept talking. 

Once lunch was ready and we sat at the table to eat. Katie sat next to me, and Amanda sat across from us. Amanda thought nothing of it, of course. They discussed their upcoming trip. While they talked, Katie's hand snuck over to my lap. She unzipped my pants, and fished my hard dick out of my pants. My dick would get rock hard whenever Katie was near. She started to stroke my dick as she talked to Amanda. And Amanda didn't notice a thing! Pre-cum leaked out of my dick at a steady rate as she jacked me off. She really started to get into it as she jacked my dick hard and fast. I was just looking down at my plate, trying not to moan. And, of course, Amanda was completely oblivious to the whole thing. Katie's hand spun and squeezed as she jacked me. I was almost there. I was almost ready to cum. I know that Katie could tell. Then, the phone rang. She stopped and squeezed my dick hard. 

"I'll get it." Amanda said. She walked out to the kitchen. The second she leaft the room, Katie immediately leaned over and started sucking my cock. My hand pushed on the back of her head. She massaged my nuts with her hand as she sucked me. I quickly started to cum in her mouth. I was cumming a lot. She was swallowing it as fast as she could, but there was too much for even her to take. Cum started leaking out of her mouth as she grabbed her empty glass from the table she took my dick out of her mouth. She pointed it into the glass and I came into the glass. By the time I finished, the cup is half full with my semen. She leaned back up and put the glass on the table. She smiled evilly as she looked at me, with my cum running down her chin.

"That was good." She said. She wiped her chin with her finger and licked it clean. She licked the cum off her lips as Amanda walked back in. 

"Alright, where were we?" Amanda said, sitting down. 

"I was just finishing off this delicious meal." Katie said, as she picked up her glass and started drinking its contents down. The surrealness of this situation was mind-boggling. My sister was chugging a glass of my semen while eating lunch with me and her sister just sitting here. Amanda just kept talking as Katie finished off the glass and glanced at me as she put the glass down. They chatted away as we finished the meal. I don't know what I'll do with myself when Katie leaves in a few days. . **********

It was the day before Amanda and Katie left for five days. Five long days. I won't get my hands on Katie's jugs for the next five days. Oh, and my wife will be gone, too. But I just don't know what I'll do without the sex I've come to need from Katie. She told me to take the day off of work, and I did. As soon as Amanda left for work for the day, Katie came over. We went to my bedroom and fucked for a little while to take the edge off. The, we went for a swim to relax for a little bit. She was wearing a skimpy yellow thong bikini. After that, we ate an early lunch to gain our strength for the rest of the day. Then, we really got down to business.

The next few hours were spent fucking in my marital bed. We just got done fucking in the reverse cowgirl position when she took me out of her and made me show how much I loved her tits by making me cum all over them. We were now just making out, with her on top of me. Finally, she leaned up looked down at me. She smiled.

"Okay baby. I'm ready for one more go round. Let's take it nice and slow." She said, as she grabbed my hard dick and sat her hot pussy down onto it. She started to bounce lightly on it as I squeezed her tits. 

"Matt, baby. I think I want to go to school." Katie said.

"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised.

"Yeah. I want to go to law school. I want to be a lawyer, like my sister. But, I want to be a better lawyer. I want to go into court against my sister, and just destroy her. That would be so hot. Then, I would be better than her in every way. Would you like that, Matt?" she asked. My dick had gotten harder after her request.

"Yes, Kate. I would love that." I told her.

"So, you'll pay for it, right?" she asked.

"Of course." I said, tweaking her nipples.

"Hmm, Matt. What will you do without your two favorite toys to play with for five whole days?" She said

"I don't know." I told her. 

"Listen, while I'm gone, I don't want you playing with yourself. No jacking off. Nothing. You can look at my pictures all you want, but you need to control yourself. I want your desire to build up, so by the time I get back, you'll have to control yourself not to fuck me in front of her. Can you do that, Matt?" she asked. 

"Yes." I told her.

"Good." She said with a smile. She started to bounce on my dick hard and fast. We keep fucking until we both reached climax at the same time. I'll miss this. 

(Author's Note: I wrote this story a few years ago, but I decided to clean it up a little and post it. I don't know how quickly I'll get back to it, because there are other ideas I want to explore first. I won't claim it's my best work, but I think it's okay. I figured I'd just post it and test the waters, and hopefully get back to it at a later date.)



Surrounded Ch. 02



(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.)



(Katie)

I looked back at Matt and smiled, shaking my hot ass clad in tight jeans at him. He wasn't staring at his departing wife. No, his eyes were on me, just as I hoped. I turned and walked onto the plane, with a satisfied smirk on my face. As Amanda started chatting with me, any joy I felt dropped as I realized what I was soon to be in for. I had to spend five days back home with my parents and my idiot sister. I hated having to go back home. I hate it there. I had spent 18 years of my life there and I didn't want to spend another day there. But no one else knew that. I was very good at putting up a happy façade, but inside I was seething. Despite the fact that I was the older sister, the first-born, Amanda was always treated like the golden child by our parents. Amanda could never do wrong. It was as if they recognized from an early age that she would be something special. And this offended me in a way that permanently fractured my relationship with all three of them. If a choice had to be made, they would go to Amanda, not me. They would go to her with big news and then tell me later, as if I was an afterthought. They were so supportive of every little thing she did, but they couldn't find the time to help me. I hated them.

My parents were never outwardly mean to me or anything like that. It was just that they lavished Amanda with all the attention. And in my opinion, I was the star. I was the better looking of the two, by far. I had a much better body. But just because Amanda got better grades and went to college to be a fancy lawyer, she deserved all the attention? Bullshit! Some people said that she was more book-smart, and I was more street smart, but I disagreed. I would argue that I was smarter than her in every way. Just because I never got grades doesn't mean I'm stupid. I just didn't give a shit. I never felt any motivation to try. But now I did. Now I had the drive to show them all how smart I really was. 

I had made plans to become a lawyer, just like her. It wasn't because I give a shit about law or justice, because I don't. I wanted to become a lawyer to show the world I was the better sister. I would show them that I was the star. I didn't look forward to all that boring work, but I could get through it fine. I was perceptive, I was intelligent. I could read a situation easily. I would be a star lawyer. My ultimate fantasy was to meet Amanda in the courtroom, absolutely trounce her, and send her home in a bad mood. I dreamed of her coming home, walking to her bedroom, and catching me riding her husband's massive cock. I would beat her in the courtroom and the bedroom. I would show her how superior I was in every facet of life.

It might appear as if I had a lot of family issues. I probably sound like a crazy person. I'm really not. Honestly, I have pretty much moved on from that. When I was 18, I was driven nuts by my issues, but now that I am away from them all, living my own life, I don't really give them a second thought. The only time any of this stuff comes up is when I am forced to be around my family members. But on a day-to-day basis, I don't think twice about them. 

But there are those times where we are all forced together. Like Amanda's wedding. Or today, when we arrived at home. That was when my issues came to the surface. My great-aunt had died, and so we were all helping get her business sorted out. So that forced us all together again. And I was bored out of my mind. Bored, and horny. I missed my boyfriend, and his big fat cock. I missed the way he pounded my tight little pussy, and my hot ass. I missed the way he mauled my huge tits with his hands. I missed the way he would insult my sister while fucking me. Did I mention my boyfriend was the man married to my sister? I couldn't help but smile every time I looked at my idiot sister and realized that her man preferred me and my body over her. Her man clearly thought I was the superior sister.

Despite the fact that I hated her and thought she was a complete fucking idiot, we got along just fine. She would ask me advice like a regular little sister would of her smarter big sister. We would chat like the friends she thought we were, but in truth I couldn't stand her. But I played the game, and as a reward it allowed me to get close enough to her so I could steal her man away from her while still maintaining her complete trust. 

I got along with Dad just fine. I was not his little princess like Amanda was but he was always there for me. Mom was the only one who I had trouble getting along with. I felt like she knew how much of an evil little bitch I really was, which was strange, because she seemed like such a conservative woman on the outside. She was the typical soccer mom. She was generally bright and friendly, but at times I felt like she was more aware of how things really were. At times, I felt like there was a dark side to her too. At times, I felt like she could read me like a book and knew exactly what I was thinking. So I kept my distance from her. We both kept up appearances, but I knew that she knew how evil I was, and I'm sure she was keeping quiet about it for the sake of the family. 

I was the black sheep of the family. Sometimes I wondered if I was adopted or something, but once my body developed like it did, I realized that I had inherited my body from my mother's spectacular one. Even for a woman in her 40's, her body was still great. Nice butt, great breasts, great hair, and she had still maintained her good looks. But I had to admit, my breasts were just a bit bigger and rounder, my ass was a little rounder and tighter, I was still young and hot and my hair was still fabulous looking. I was a younger, better version of my mom. 

The days passed at home, and I was desperate to reunite with my man. I was a girl who was used to getting laid on a regular basis, so going on about three days without getting some dick was making me climb the walls with horniness. If I had the opportunity, I would have put on a nice, slinky dress, went downtown to a club, let myself get picked up and get some substitute cock. But unfortunately, I was kept busy here at my parent's house. Besides, Matt was a keeper. I didn't know how he would feel if he heard I had gone out to a club. He would know why, because he understands me. Because he loves me. 

But he was a cheater. He was cheating on his wife, my sister. Now that his eyes had been opened to the pleasures of cheating, I was afraid that he would not be able to handle this gap in his sex life without finding someone else. I knew what kind of sluts were out there, because I was one. And sluts like me can sniff out a man down to fuck from a mile away. I sniffed it on Matt, and I'm sure other sluts could too. I just hope I could get back before any sluts could get their claws in him.

**********

(Matt)

God, I missed Katie. I missed her huge tits. I missed her gorgeous face. I missed her heart-shaped ass. I missed her pretty little cunt. I missed her asshole, which was the only hole my dick had been in that was tighter than her cunt. And I missed her filthy mouth. Katie was without a doubt the nastiest girl I had ever been with, and that's what made the sex incredible. 

I wasn't used to this gap in my sex life. Ever since I started to fuck my sister, she had kept my balls constantly drained, in a way that my wife had never been able to do. I never knew what real sex was until I started hooking up with Katie. Once I experienced real fucking I realized what I had been doing with Amanda was beginner stuff. I understood now that Amanda had no idea what she was doing. She was no expert. But her sister was. 

Katie was an expert in real fucking. That girl could take a cock like no other. And what made it better was that she was up for anything. Bareback fucking. Anal. Blowjobs, with swallowing. Road-head. Fucking in the back of a car. Fucking in the shower. Fucking in the bed I shared with her sister, my wife. Fucking anywhere she wanted. 

Katie had taken over my life. In gratitude for her letting me do whatever I wanted with her hot body, I allowed her control in every aspect of my life. She had access to all the money I had worked so hard to earn. I had to cater my life around her schedule. I had to cater to her whims. In exchange for letting me have her hot pussy, she had free reign to order me to do whatever she wanted. 

It was surprisingly freeing to have this woman running my life. It wasn't like I was her slave, or her lap dog. She asserted her ownership over me in subtle ways. She made me put a picture of her bare tits as the wallpaper on my computer. All the pictures of my wife on my desk were replaced with pictures of her posing cutely. She asked me to buy her stuff, and she threatened to withhold her tight pussy until I did so. But it never reached that point. I would do anything for her tight pussy. She made me think of her whenever I was forced to have sex with my wife but that wasn't something she had to force me to do. It would be difficult to not imagine her perfect body when with someone else, especially someone who was not as well developed. 

It felt strange to not have her guiding hand in my life. Sure, she had left me orders. No jacking off until she gets back. She wanted me to save up my best for her. I could easily disregard that order and she would probably never know. But I felt compelled to obey her. This made me smile. My sister was in control of when I could cum. She truly owned me. 

My balls felt swollen. I wasn't used to going this long without getting some. I was used to cumming every few hours now, usually in her tight snatch. I wondered what my coworkers thought when the door to my office locked and the blinds closed after this big titted slut visited me in my office. I wondered if they knew I was getting some from that hot-bodied skank. 

I was craving sex. I felt tense and jittery. I needed to be taken care of. I needed my sister. I needed to cum.

It had been four hours since Katie and my wife had left. I had just dropped them off at the airport. They had to fly home to take care of some family stuff. The last thing I saw wasn't my wife's smiling face. It was Katie's bouncing ass. That was all I cared about.

I had taken a few hours off of work to drive them to the airport. I knew it would be a long week. Five whole says without sex. Without cumming. I hoped I could make it.

**********

The last few days had been pure hell. I was on-edge all the time. I was even more tense and jittery. I felt like an addict in withdrawal. I'm sure people knew something was up but I didn't care. Thank God it was Friday so I could be out of sight of people as I struggled with my lack of a sex life.

I was able to reflect a bit on my relationship with my wife, Amanda. I had said some nasty things about her to her sister, Katie, during our many marathon sex sessions. They weren't all things I really believed. Despite all of the bad things I had done, I still loved Amanda. I did. Sure, her role in my sex life had been eliminated by her hotter older sister. Sure, she was awful at sex. Sure, she was kinda stupid for not figuring out that I was cheating on her with her sister. But despite all her flaws, I still loved her. She was sweet, she was friendly, she was pretty and she was a dedicated worker. But, she wasn't hot. Nothing about her made my dick hard anymore. Nothing about her had the goal of making her attractive in a sexual way. She didn't dress in a way to highlight her body. But it wasn't her fault since she didn't have much of a body to highlight. She didn't know how to flirt and drive a man wild. She didn't know how to have sex in any way other than missionary. Sure, she's a functional member of society, but she is not functional in the bedroom. But her sister was.

I love Amanda. I really do. She fulfills the emotional side of my personality in a way no one ever has. But the sexual aspect of my personality was being fulfilled by another. It was a balancing act. I wasn't fighting the fact that I was a dirty, rotten cheater. I was a terrible person. I knew that. I was just hoping to be able to maintain this fragile balance as long as I could. If Amanda knew what I had been doing it would destroy her. I couldn't let that happen. I didn't want to see her hurt. She was a better person than I could ever be. It wasn't her fault that she ended up married to a man who loved girls with huge tits and round asses. It wasn't her fault that she married a man who badmouths her while fucking her whore of a sister in order to get off. It wasn't her fault she married a man who humiliates her on a daily basis in order to make the sex he has with her sister that much better. She deserved a man who was not as nasty as me. She deserved a man that would make love to her in the missionary position like she wanted. She deserved a man who was as bed at sex as she was. 

I had just gotten home from work and had gotten changed, ready to lie down and watch some baseball, when the phone rang. I stood up and grabbed it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey babe, it's me." Amanda said.

"Hey, what's up? How's home?" I asked.

"It's... home. Haha. You know, it's been pretty boring stuff." she said. "I miss you."

"I miss you too." I said.

"This is the longest we have been separated since we got married." she said.

"I know. I'm not used to being alone." I told her. 

"I can't wait till I get back. Hey, do you remember our first date at Franchezca's?" she asked.

"Uh yeah, of course. Why?" I asked.

"Well, this sounds really dorky, but I found a box of photos I had of us two. I was looking through them and I found some of us on our first date. God, we looked so young!" she said with a laugh.

"You were so nervous. You tried to hide it, but I could tell." I said with a laugh.

"I know! But you were just so cute. I was afraid you wouldn't like me!" Amanda said.

"I liked you from the start." I said. I started to choke up a bit. These were happy memories of the woman I vowed to spend the rest of my life with. She didn't deserve the bad things I was putting her through. I should be a better man for her. She deserved better.

"I know, but I couldn't see that then. I was just so freaked out." she said with a giggle. "I still remember that you got me desert. Do you remember what you got me?"

"A piece of molten chocolate cake." I said with a smile.

"It was the best I ever had." she said.

"That was good cake." I replied. A warm silence fell between us. "I love you Amanda." I told her.

"I love you too, baby." she said."It's nice to hear a friendly voice. Katie is kinda being a total B." she said. Amanda didn't curse, and it was always cute to hear her censor herself by calling Katie a B instead of a bitch. "She just keeps trying to boss me around. It's annoying. I keep trying to tell her that you win more bees with honey than vinegar, but she doesn't listen. Oh, here she comes." Amanda said. It was cute to listen to her quaint sayings. In the background, I heard Amanda tell Katie she was talking to me.

"Hey Matt!" Katie said, yelling in the background. Her voice sent a shudder through me. That, combined with the fact that she was being a bitch to my wife, caused my dick to throb.

"Hey." Amanda said, "I'd better get going."

"Okay, well, I love you." I said.

"I love you too." She said, hanging up.

I didn't deserve her. She was so cute, so funny, such a good person. I teared up thinking about how I was taking advantage of that by fucking her older sister behind her back. And just hearing Katie's voice drove me wild. She had me by the balls. Katie had inserted herself in this marriage. She had done this to me. She was an evil little slut. But she was so fucking hot!

I was jarred from my thoughts by a knock on the door. I gathered myself, and made sure I was presentable. I opened the door to find Michelle, my wife's best friend. I looked at her smiling face. It must have been the state I was in, but I never really realized how gorgeous she was. She was tan, with full lips and smoky eyes. She had straight, black, shoulder length hair which framed her pretty face.

"Hey, Matt." she said brightly.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked.

"Um, can I come in?" she replied.

"Sure." I said, stepping aside to let her in. Why wouldn't I let her in? She's my wife's best friend. What's the worst that could happen?

I shut the door and followed Michelle as she walked towards the living room. As usual, she was wearing stretchy black pants which covered her lowered half. I couldn't help but watch her ass bouncing side to side as she walked. I knew I shouldn't be thinking like this. Ever since I started fucking Katie, I haven't been able to stop myself from noticing all the absolutely gorgeous women that I seem to be surrounded by. Women at work, women I walk past on the street. All of them hot, all of them gorgeous and all of them with great bodies. But I knew I couldn't do anything. I was barely balancing my married life with cheating with my slut sister. I don't think I could handle cheating with another woman without Amanda knowing. Sure, Michelle had the body of a filthy slut. As she turned around to sit down, I watched her giant breasts bounce under her tight purple blouse. I pulled my eyes away from them before she noticed. She had the body of a tramp, but the personality of a saint. I shouldn't be thinking about her body.

Michelle sat down on the couch and I joined her. As I sat down, I started talking to her.

"You know, Amanda won't be back for a few more days." I told her. 

"I know. I actually kinda wanted to talk to you." she said.

"Oh." I said, taken aback. "What's up?" I asked nervously.

"Well, I wanted some advice." Michelle said, seeming a little down. "I just broke up with Billy."

"Oh, I'm sorry. What happened?" I asked.

"He broke up with me. He said our relationship wasn't working." she said vaguely. I tried to find something to say, but she didn't really give me much to respond to. She saw my confusion.

"Okay, to be honest, we didn't exactly match up in the bedroom." she said. I was taken aback a bit by this. I just nodded at her statement, not sure what to say. I had never talked this intimately with her. My first thought was that her boyfriend was being too rough with her. She was so friendly and nice that I figured that she was a bit delicate in the bedroom. Like my wife. It's a shame, though, with that body.

"I mean, I could tell things weren't okay for awhile now so I guess it's okay that he finally pulled the trigger on it. But it stinks. I thought he had some potential, but apparently, I was wrong." Michelle said, looking down. As she did, I couldn't help but glance at her low-cut blouse. I had to admit, her tits were really big. Not as big as Katie's but she was right up there. They were easily DD's. I could tell. They were far superior to my wife's pair. And they pressed against each other perfectly to form a nice line of cleavage. They must be really round and firm. It was so strange that this sweet girl had the body of a porn star. I shook my head, clearing these thoughts. I had to be a good friend, not drool over her hot body.

"Well, you said it yourself. You knew in the back of your head that he wasn't the man for you. You don't have to rush things. Wait for the right man to come along, and once you find him go after him. You're an awesome girl. Any guy would be lucky to have you." I told her. For a second, she looked at me fiercely, which caught me off guard. Then, she smiled.




Surrounded Ch. 02



"Thanks, Matty." she said, reaching over and squeezing my arm. "It's so nice to talk to you like this. I usually only talk to Amanda about stuff like this. It's good to know I don't always need to have her around for us to be close." she said. I thought that comment was a bit strange, but I didn't get the chance to dwell on it. 

"It's been a long week. I'm beat. I can tell you're pretty tense too." She paused, then her head shot up as an idea hit her, "Hey, I have an idea! Let's get your hot tub going and just relax." she suggested, clapping her hands together at her good idea, causing her breasts to jiggle.

"Sure, I can get it going." I said, starting to stand up. She stood up as well, then as she went to move she seemed like she just came to a realization.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit. Do you mind if I borrow one of Amanda's?" she asked. A flash of the last time a woman asked me that came into my head. Katie, my sister, had asked me the very same question. That led me to see her ridiculous body straining the seams of my wife's bikini. That led me to see her massive breasts overfilling the top. That led to me overfill her tight little pussy with my cock.

I tried to not do it, however I couldn't help but imagine Michelle's body as exposed as Katie's was. But Michelle was a sweet, reserved girl. She would probably wear one of my wife's one-pieces.

"Yeah, sure, go ahead. I'll get the hot tub started." I said, heading to the back yard as she went to my bedroom to retrieve one of Amanda's swimsuits. I turned the tub on and waited for a few minutes for Michelle to change. Finally, I headed back inside. I checked to see if my bedroom was occupied and I saw it was empty. The bathroom door was closed, which meant she had jumped in there. I went to my room to put on my swim trunks. As I opened my dresser to retrieve my trunks, I looked down and saw the pile of clothes Michelle had left behind. The last time this happened, I had spied my sister's skimpy thong. That led me down the path with only one destination, which was Katie's tight little cunt. I wasn't about to make the same mistake. I kept my eyes off her clothes as I found my trunks. I changed quickly and headed back outside to the hot tub and I was surprised to see I had beaten Michelle back here. Just as I thought that, I heard the door behind me open.

I turned and watched as Michelle stepped outside. I was shocked to find out that she was wearing my wife's only two-piece bikini. The one that Amanda had bought, but never worn. This bikini's destiny, it seemed, was not to cover my wife's miniscule breasts. The destiny of this bikini was for it to be overfilled to near bursting by various pairs of massive, succulent tits. That's the only purpose it seemed to have. 

This was the first good look I ever got of Michelle's breasts, and they were as big and perfect as I had anticipated. I got a good look at the rest of her. Her belly was flat and firm, her legs were nice and smooth and her tan seemed golden. I had never realized how hot my wife's best friend really was.

"It was the only two-piece I could find." she said, noticing my surprised look. She ran her fingers around the edges to make sure all the goods were covered. She noted my still surprised look.

"What?" she said, smiling.

"It was... just... I didn't expect you to wear that bikini." I stammered out.

"Why?" she said with a laugh.

"I don't know, it's just..." I stammered. "It doesn't seem like your type of swimsuit."

"Well, you have a lot to learn about me. First thing, I'm strictly a two-piece kinda girl." Michelle said, walking past me. I watched her do this, shaking her round butt as she walked. I noticed the bikini riding up her ass. It was not meant for a woman with such generous proportions. It was meant for a woman with a flat ass, like my wife.

As she dropped her towel and stepped in to the bubbling hot tub I couldn't resist continuing this line of questioning.

"What else don't I know?" I asked, joining her in the hot tub.

"You'll find out soon enough." she teased. I settled completely in the water.

"You seem to be in better spirits." I said.

"Well, you were right. I need to move on. I'm sure there is a man out there that deserves me." she said. We sat in silence for a few minutes, relaxing before she spoke up. 

"I don't know how you guys do it..." she started. 

"What?" I asked.

"You know, married life. I don't know how she got so lucky and landed a man like you." she said teasingly. I smiled.

"Seriously, though, how did she do it? I mean, what about her brought you to her?" she asked.

"Wow, that's a big question." I said. "She is cute. She is funny. She is intelligent. She's a catch."

"I mean, what about her first grabbed your attention?" Michelle asked. I figured she knew when me and Amanda met, but I figured she was just making conversation.

"Um, well, we met at a mutual friend's house. I saw her debating with her friends about some political thing. I loved how outspoken and smart she was. I knew I had to talk to her. The rest is history." I said. Reflecting on that wonderful moment made me feel guilty about cheating on Amanda with her hotter older sister.

"So, it wasn't a looks thing?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You just liked how smart she was? It wasn't like you saw her across the room and you just thought she was really hot?" Michelle asked.

"Well no, I suppose not." I said, confused by her line of questioning. She noticed my puzzlement.

"I don't mean to offend you, but between me and you, Amanda isn't exactly the prettiest girl around." Michelle said. I was shocked by that statement.

"I'm sorry, but you know, I've been out with her and she never exactly draws anyone's attention." she said. I was still confused. Was she calling Amanda ugly? Why was it that both her and Katie thought my wife wasn't pretty? She was pretty. Right?

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"What I'm saying is that most guys go after me and not her. I mean, I'm just trying to figure out how she landed you and why I have failed to land a man. I meant no offense." Michelle said.

"You don't think my wife is pretty?" I asked. 

"She, um... she is interesting looking. I personally don't think she is the prettiest girl around. I love her, she's my girl, but that's just me being honest. Again, I mean no offense." she said. "Let's just move on. I don't think I'm making my point clear enough."

She was being perfectly clear. She was wondering how she had failed to land a man when she was better looking than my wife. I was a little angered by this. Sure I had called my wife ugly while fucking her older sister, but that was just nasty sex talk. I didn't really think she was ugly, did I? 

I realized Michelle might not be as nice and friendly as I originally thought. I realized I might have to be wary of her. 

"I hope I didn't make you mad. I didn't mean to say Amanda isn't pretty. What do I know? She landed a hunk like you while I am still painfully single. She must know more about men than I do." she said with a laugh. I smiled, and the tension seemed to be broken. 

"I'm sorry, it's just been a rough time. I don't know why I have failed to land a man. I feel like I am doing the right things. I think I am pretty good looking. I wear nice clothes. I work hard to go after men. I date a lot, but no luck. I am just trying to learn your wife's secret." she said.

"There's no secret. Sometimes, you just know when you meet someone that it is love." I told her.

"So, do looks matter at all? I mean, I know I'm not a big, fancy lawyer like Amanda. I don't have a great job, so I think my looks are my best thing to offer a man. Am I wasting my time?" she asked.

"No, you're not wasting your time. Looks do matter. But a lot of times, love transcends looks." I replied.

"But... do you think that sometimes, looks can mean more than that other stuff?" she asked.

"Well, sure... but those might not be the guys you want to go after." I replied.

"Well, yeah. I want a man drawn in by my looks, and I want him to stay for all the other stuff I can offer." Michelle replied.

"That might be the thing. You might need to change up what you are looking for if you want a man to stick with you." I told her.

"I don't know. Maybe you're right. Maybe I need to go after men in different ways. Get a different type of man." she replied. I couldn't think of anything to add, so we just sat in silence. I watched her as she adjusted her top. She seemed to be struggling to stay covered. Her boobs were bursting to escape their constraints.

"Having trouble there?" I asked with a laugh.

"This top is a bit snug." she said. I laughed. "Do you have a problem with me wearing this bikini? You keep making comments about it." she asked with a laugh.

"No, it's no problem." I replied.

"I can change. Just wear my underwear?" she offered.

"No, it's not a big deal." I said. She studied me for a bit.

"I'll change. I can tell this bugs you." she said, stepping out of the water before I could stop her. I watched the water drip off her body as she dried herself and walked back inside. I just closed my eyes, laid my head back and tried to relax. I tried not to think about Michelle in her underwear. Hopefully, she would make me avert my eyes when she came back.

"Is this better?" Michelle asked. I didn't even hear her come through the door. And I couldn't help but look. I opened my eyes and glanced at her. 

I had imagined earlier that Michelle would wear conservative underwear. I was dead wrong. My wife's best friend stood before me in a hot pink thong with a matching bra. She spun around allowing me to see the hot pink string splitting her ass cheeks. Her thong was made with semi see-through leopard print material, transparent enough to allow me to see her thin landing strip above her pussy. The thong was held together with small pink strings. The bra matched the thong, made with the same leopard print material and pink string. I could see her nipples ever so slightly through the fabric. The thin pink string was strained to the max by her huge tits. She looked so fucking sexy in that underwear, but I couldn't tell her that. I looked up into her eyes.

"It looks good." I croaked out. She smiled brightly before bouncing back towards the hot tub. As she stepped in she bent over in front of me, showing off her thong-clad ass to my leering eyes again. That hot pink string running down her ass crack looked so fucking hot. I could almost see her asshole. She settled herself in the water and smiled at me. 

"You satisfied?" she asked. I was confused for a second until I realized what she was talking about.

"You didn't have to change." I stated again.

"It's okay. It's not a big deal." she replied. I couldn't help but glance at her chest and see the leopard print bra now glued to her chest, molding around those massive tits of hers. 

"So what now?" she asked.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" I replied. She looked right at me.

"I need a drink." she said.

"Well, we have some beers and some wine." I offered.

"Ooh, wine. That sounds good." Michelle said.

"I'll get it." I said, starting to stand before she put her hand on my shoulder.

"No, you stay here. You're too tense. You stay here and relax. I'll get the wine." Michelle said, hopping out of the hot tub before I could stop her. I couldn't help but watch her sashay inside, her butt bouncing side to side. The water dripping off of her ass cheeks made them look even better. Michelle did not bother drying off. She just traipsed inside, no doubt dripping water all over the place. 

I laid my head back again and exhaled deeply. Michelle was so hot! I had never really realized how sexy she was until now. Her body was magnificent. Gorgeous face, huge tits, a perfect ass. She was my type of girl. My dick was throbbing, the cum having been backed up in my balls for days now. I had to stop thinking like this. She is my wife's best friend. Sure, her body is hotter than hot. But she is such a sweet, good-hearted girl. Does she know what the sight of her in her underwear is doing to me? Is she too sweet to realize how lewd it was to show off that body of hers like that to a married man?

Michelle returned outside, carrying a bottle of wine and two full glasses, one glass in each hand and the bottle under her arm. I realized the bottle she was carrying was an expensive bottle Amanda had bought for our upcoming anniversary. It was my wife's favorite, and we had spent a pretty penny on it. It was also hard to get. But Michelle had already popped the cork and filled the glasses in the kitchen. I had no chance to stop her.

"This looks like the good stuff!" she said, handing one to me as she began to drink some wine down. As she stepped back into the water, she set the bottle down on the rim of the hot tub. As I watched her body submerge under the water again, I brought the wine glass to my lips.

"That's good, right?" Michelle asked. I nodded. 

"This is really good." I said, surprised. I hadn't had this wine in awhile and I didn't remember it being this good. We sipped the wine for the next few minutes as we just chatted.

"So, how are things going with you guys?" Michelle asked.

"Good. Things are good." I said.

"Now, if this is too personal, let me know, but... like, how is the sex?" she asked. I almost choked on my drink at hearing her ask this. This was way more personal than we had ever chatted. 

"I'm sorry, I only ask because that's where my relationship problems start." Michelle asked. "I just want to know what kind of sex successful couples have."

"I, uh... I don't know what to say..." I stammered.

"Okay, let me put it this way." she said, staring right at me, "Do you like it gentle, or do you like it rough?" 

There was a long pause as I took this in. Here I was, sitting in a hot tub with my wife's best friend, who was in her underwear, and she had just asked me if I like rough sex. But I guess it made sense in the course of the conversation. I didn't know how to reply. In all honesty I needed rough sex. Amanda did not. That is why I cheat on her with her slut of an older sister. Sex is the greatest flaw in our marriage. So I could lie to Michelle and tell her happy marriages consist of gentle, loving sex, or I could be honest and tell her that I preferred nasty sex with slutty girls. 

Now that I am thinking about it, there really isn't a flaw in my relationship with Katie. The sex is amazing, we get along great and the best parts of my day are when I'm around her. And it was the rough sex that we had that established our connection and strengthened our relationship. We were connected on a level that I had never felt with another person. But with Amanda, in many ways, our marriage was a sham. The sex was bad, and nowadays I lied to her on a near constant basis. The main purpose my marriage seemed to serve was to make the sex I had with her sister better. The betrayal I was committing made the sex so good. I realized, for me, that I needed rough sex for a long lasting relationship to succeed. But I couldn't tell Michelle that, could I?

"I, um, well... the sex me and Amanda have is nice. Nothing too rough or anything like that." I said.

"And that works for you?" Michelle asked.

"Yeah, it does." I replied.

"Hmm, well, maybe that's what I'm doing wrong." Michelle muttered.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, to be honest, I'm a bit of a dirty girl." Michelle said cutely. I looked at her in disbelief.

"You don't believe me?" she asked with a laugh. She was right. I didn't believe her. She was such a nice girl. She must just be teasing me.

"You just don't seem the type." I said.

"You want proof? You want me to tell you how nasty I am?" she said.

"No, that won't be necessary." I told her.

"Oh, c'mon. What's a little discussion of sexual fetishes amongst friends?" she said, laughing.

"Okay, I believe you. I'm sure you're a nasty girl." I said with a laugh, trying to move the conversation along. 

"You still don't believe me." she said. It seemed like she wanted to tell me her fetishes. And part of me wanted to call her out. Part of me wanted to call her bluff and see if she was as nasty as she proclaimed to be. Then I just thought, what the hell. Why not?

"Okay, fine, Michelle. Tell me. Tell me how nasty you are. Tell me the nasty stuff you're into." I dared her. Her eyes flashed with mischief. If I didn't know any better I'd say she was turned on. She stared right at me while sipping the wine.

"So, you want to know what I'm into? You want to know my fetishes?" Michelle teased. I simply nodded, daring her to tell me.

"Okay, you want to know. I'll tell you." Michelle started. "You know what I like most of all? Big, fat cocks! Cocks the size of my arm! I'm a total size queen!" Michelle said, unashamed. I was a little shocked by this. I had never heard her talk like this. I was taken aback, so she continued. 

"And the thing I like most of all? Having those big, fat cocks rammed up my ass!" she said excitedly. I nearly spit out the wine in my mouth. "I don't care if they do my pussy, but I need it up my ass. That's why most of my relationships fall apart. Most of the guys I date aren't man enough to fuck me as hard as I want. I thought guys liked dirty girls, but when the time comes, they pussy out. You must be right. Guys want gentle sex."

I was speechless. She sensed how shocked I was.

"Too much honesty?" she asked with a giggle.

"Yeah, a bit." I said with a laugh.

"So, do you think there are guys out there for a dirty girl like me? Do you think there are guys out there that like it as nasty as I do? There has to be, right?" Michelle asked.

"I'm sure there is someone out there for everyone." I replied civilly. There was a long silence before she spoke up.

"So... I opened up to you. You should open up for me. Tell me, Matt, what are you into? What are your nasty fetishes?" Michelle asked. I paused, not sure how to answer. "Oh, c'mon, I'm sure you have some. Don't worry, I won't tell Amanda." I still couldn't find any words.

"Okay, we'll do this the hard way." Michelle started. "I know you said you and Amanda have gentle sex, but would you prefer it if the sex was a little rougher?"

"Um, well, I don't mind it being a little rough." I said, not wanting to give away the truth, not wanting to give it away that I don't want it just a little rough. I like it a lot rough. 

"Okay. Are you an ass man or a tits man?" she asked.

"Both." I said simply. She laughed.

"So, do you like nice big tits, or small little titties?" she asked.

"I guess, if I had to make a choice, I would say that I prefer bigger breasts." I replied. She nodded.

"I bet you don't like small, flat little asses. You like nice, round, heart-shaped asses, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"So, you like rough sex, with girls with big breasts and perfect asses? Must be tough to be married a girl who is the exact opposite of that?" Michelle stated. 

"Well, love and marriage is about more than satisfying your fetishes." I said, feeling guiltier now for cheating on the woman I vowed to be faithful to.

"But... if you found a woman who you loved in the same way as you do Amanda, and she also satisfied your fetishes, wouldn't you choose her?" she asked.

"I'm already married." I told her.

"Yeah, but, you know... marriage is just a ring. People cheat all the time, and a lot of the time I can't blame them. I think that most marriages that last a while do so because somebody is getting some on the side." Michelle speculated.

"Wait a minute, I distinctly remember you and Amanda having a conversation about cheating and you said how much you despise cheaters!" I told her.





Surrounded Ch. 02



"Well, Amanda is a little old-fashioned, if you don't mind me saying." Michelle replied, sipping the wine.

"You really don't think very highly of Amanda, do you?" I asked, starting to realize nice and sweet Michelle was not so nice at all. She might just be a snake in the grass.

"Matt, she is my best friend..." she started.

"Is she?" I began, now on the attack. "You call her ugly. You call her old-fashioned like it's a bad thing. You lie to her... You're not a very good friend."

"Matt, nobody's perfect. I'm sure you have complaints about her. That doesn't mean you don't love her. Love means seeing past someone's faults. I love Amanda. She is my best friend!" Michelle stated. "You said it yourself. You wish she had big tits. You wish she had a better ass. You wish the sex you guys have is a little rougher. That's not a bad thing. You're still her husband. You love her. And I'm still her best friend."

I hated to admit it, but there was some logic to what she was saying.

"Matt, this is how girls are. I love all my best girl friends, but we all say nasty things about each other behind our backs. This is typical girl stuff." she said with a laugh. I laughed nervously. Another silence passed. She poured more wine in her glass. As she held the bottle, she started to giggle.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing. I... just... I have a thing with wine. But... you don't want to hear it. You might not be able to handle it." she teased.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"I don't know, it might be a bit too nasty for you. I don't know how you'd take it." she said.

"Well, now you have to tell me." I said. She smiled evilly, and then she turned and faced me. 

"So I don't know how this started but I have had a few of my boyfriends tell me that the best tasting wine they ever had was when I poured the wine down my wet pussy." she said, matter-of-factly.

If I had any wine in my mouth, I would have choked on it. I was stunned into silence by this, and she took this as her cue to continue.

"Yeah, so I have to be really wet for it to work. But luckily, that's pretty easy for me. I just pour the wine down my belly, let it run down through my landing strip, and down my wet pussy. Sometimes it'll end up in a glass, but most of the time, the men want it fresh. No wine glasses. No bullshit. Just wine, running down my pussy, mixing with my juices, maybe getting a hint of my nice, clean asshole, before dripping straight into a man's mouth. All my men said it is the best thing they have ever tasted." Michelle said huskily.

What could I say to that? What could I say when my wife's best friend confessed to me that she loved to pour wine down her pussy into men's mouths? The only thing I could think of was to polish off the wine left in my glass.

"I'm sure that wine is good, but it's probably not as good as this wine." I joked, waiting for her response. All she did was smile evilly. That look practically made my heart stop. She couldn't have done it, could she? I reviewed the facts. I realized that the bottle was open by the time she came out here. My glass was full when she had emerged. I licked my lips, trying to sense anything different. I looked back at her, and she simply nodded. I backed away from her. 

"How could you?" I asked, horrified, almost ready to stand and escape from this woman. I couldn't believe it. She actually did it. The wine I had swallowed had been poured across her pussy! I thought she was nice. I thought she was sweet. Nice girls don't secretly feed married men wine that had been poured across her pussy. Sweet girls wouldn't wear such skimpy clothing in front of a married man. Only evil girls did that.

"You said it yourself. It was the best wine you ever had. I thought you deserved a taste." she whispered. I stood up, aiming to escape. She stood up as well, which stopped me. I watched her breasts jiggle and bounce as she stood before they both finally stopped moving. She didn't say anything. All she did was let me gaze at her hot body. I watched the water drip off of her body. I noticed her breasts pouring over the edges of her bra. I looked down her flat belly, letting my eyes rest on her barely covered pussy. She let me ogle her until I looked into her eyes. She knew she had me transfixed with her hot body. I couldn't move. She sat on the edge of the tub, spread her legs, reached down and pulled her thong to the side, revealing her bare pussy to my leering eyes. I gazed at her thin landing strip. This image was so sexual. So lewd. So obscene. So nasty. 

"Do you want another taste?" Michelle asked, the wine bottle poised over her pussy. I couldn't move. I couldn't walk away. I couldn't move forward. 

"That glass you had earlier was extra special. I was extra wet... and you got an extra helping of my asshole." Michelle stated.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Matt, we can solve each other's problems. I want a man who will fuck me... hard. I want a man to fuck the shit out of me! You are clearly desperate to fuck someone hard. I want that someone to be me. You need the rough stuff. We both know Amanda won't let you do that. But we both know that I will let you do that. If you want a woman that will be there to take care of all your sick, nasty desires, I'm your girl. I'm worried about you Matt. You're so tense. We both know that at some point you're gonna seek out new pussy. You will end up fucking some girl that doesn't deserve you. But I do deserve you. I can take care of you... better than your wife. All your frustrations with Amanda, all the times you are angry, you can take all that anger out on my hot body. If Amanda ever pisses you off, come find me and just fuck the shit out of me. You have free reign to do whatever you want to me."

"I don't believe this." I said. I couldn't believe how casual she was about this.

"Amanda doesn't deserve a man like you. It's a shame you saddled yourself to her. It's a marriage destined to fail. She's too delicate for a man like you. I've wanted you for a long time. The first time I met you, I thought she was setting you up with me. You are just my type. I was shocked when she told me she was dating you. But it's thanks to you that I stayed friends with her." Michelle said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Amanda was always a fringe friend to me, at best. She was one of those girls I graced with my friendship. I ran in better circles than her. I was ready to dump her as a friend. But then you came along, and suddenly, Amanda's my best friend! I wanted you bad from the beginning. I hoped you would notice, but you stayed blissfully unaware of my flirting. It seemed like finally, these last few months, you've started to notice me. You noticed my big rack. My perfect ass. I've seen you staring. I know how bad you want me. And here's your chance, Matt. Make me your slut!" Michelle moaned out, fingering her pussy as she spoke.

"You're evil! You're no friend. You've just been waiting in the weeds. Waiting to strike." I stated.

"Pretty much. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be friends with an uggo like her?" Michelle said. Why does everybody think Amanda is ugly? She's not! She's really not.

"Amanda isn't ugly." I said simply.

"Yes she is. If she was as hot as me, it would be her tits you would be staring at, not mine. We both know she doesn't have tits like these. I am the superior woman to her in every way. Just look at me. Compared to me, she's outdated. Obsolete! Eventually, we won't need her at all!" Michelle said.

"What are you saying?" I asked.

"I'm saying that once you fuck me, I won't be friends with her anymore. I'll only be friends with you. More than friends really. Lovers. She'll still think me and her are friends, but we won't be. It's hard to be friends with a woman when you're fucking her husband. It's hard to respect a woman when you're fucking her man better than she ever could." Michelle said.

I was silent. Michelle was no sweetheart. She was evil! She was an evil little slut! But she wasn't done yet.

"I have wanted to fuck you for a long time. I still remember your wedding. You looked so hot in your tux. I would have bent over a table and let you fuck me at the reception if you wanted me to. I just had to sit back and watch as that bitch wife of yours tricked you into marrying her. I watched as that waste of a woman had somehow saddled herself with a stud like you. It was a damn shame. I still remember how I watched you two dance. All I could think about was that it should have been me. I should have been the woman in your arms. I knew I should have stood up during the wedding and told you that you deserved to be with me. I know you would have dumped her at the altar and married me. I know it, and I'm sorry I didn't say anything. But I had my fun. I remember the reception. Do you remember it? I remember standing up and congratulating you, like a good friend would. Do you remember what happened next? Do you remember how it was me that handed you two your first glasses of wine as a married couple?" Michelle said.

"You didn't?" I said. She smiled.

"I couldn't help myself. You were so fucking hot. I had to finger myself under the table just watching you. My fingers were covered in my juices. I figured you wouldn't mind if I used that expensive wine you had bought to wash off my fingers. I figured you wouldn't mind if I let that wine run off my sticky fingers into your glasses. I figured you wouldn't mind if I rubbed any stray juices from my fingers onto the rims of your glasses. Did you mind? Do you mind that you both got a taste of my pussy on your wedding day?" Michelle said with an evil smile. "I saw how much you liked that wine then. And I vowed to give you more."

"From that day on, I vowed to myself that I would have you. You would be mine. I had to be that idiot's best friend for years to get to you. It was years of work, just for you. I flirted with you, I practically threw myself at you, but you didn't notice a thing. I guess her stupid spreads to you when she's around. But she's not here now. It's only me and you now. You can do whatever you want and she'll never find out." Michelle said.

She had been at this for years. She had been trying to insert herself into my marriage for years. She wanted me, and she had done nasty things for me to see her as the nasty slut she was. The thought of being so wanted by someone so sexy had me rock hard. 

So here I was again, being tempted to cheat. But this time, it wasn't with my wife's hot-bodied sister. It was with my wife's hot-bodied best friend. Here she was, lewdly displaying herself to me while trying to tempt me into fucking her. I was trying to stay loyal, but then I realized who I was trying to stay loyal to. It wasn't my wife, the woman I vowed to love and cherish. No, the woman I was trying to stay loyal to was Katie. My sister. I wanted to stay loyal to her for a few simple reasons. Firstly, she had enormous breasts. With tits as big as hers, you don't risk losing access to them. Secondly, her ass was just perfect. The sight of those perfect cheeks could just drive me wild with lust. Next, she was absolutely gorgeous. She was one of the most gorgeous and sexy women I had ever met. If I fucked Michelle, I could risk losing that. 

But the rewards might be worth it. I could have two gorgeous women to fuck. Two women with perfect bodies and gorgeous faces, both desperate for my cock. And it wasn't like I would be trading down. If I had a list of the sexiest women I knew, Katie was number 1, and Michelle would be 1A. (Amanda wouldn't be anywhere close to the top ten.) Could I balance cheating on my wife with two different women and having none of the women find out about each other?

"You know you need this." Michelle started. "You've earned this. You're so tense. You've been cooped up with your wife so long. You've forgotten what real sex is actually like. Let me remind you."

I looked down at her soaking wet pussy as she fingered herself. She was clearly horny. Desperate for my mouth. Desperate for my tongue. Her ass was rotating as she pleasured herself. I tried to justify my thoughts. Michelle and Katie barely knew each other. There was little chance they would ever meet up with each other, let alone suspect I was fucking both of them. And since Katie was my mistress, it was inherent that we couldn't spend all of our time together. I could easily justify my time away with her as time I had to spend with my wife. I could do it. I could get away with it. Amanda was clearly not perceptive enough to suspect I was fucking someone close to her. She would never suspect a thing. I could do it. 

My cock was rock hard, and she knew it since she was looking right at it. It was easy to see. My swim trunks were plastered around my hard-on.

"You look huge, Matt. Tell me I'm not just seeing things. Tell me you are as big as I think you are." she asked.

I had to avoid this temptation. I had to... But I couldn't. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist. She had worked so hard for me. She wanted this so badly. Plus, she looked so good. She had such a hot body, that she had no doubt worked hard to maintain. Plus, she fed into that part of me that got off on betraying my wife, of humiliating her. It was so wrong, so nasty. But so hot. Katie had made me realize the type of women that drove me wild, and Michelle, she drove me wild. Much like Katie, she could read me like a book. Much like Katie, she had me by the balls. Plus, there was the simple fact that I had cheated before. Honestly, what's the difference with cheating with two women as opposed to just one? It was still cheating. I was a cheating bastard already. There was not enough guilt to stop me. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist. I knew I couldn't resist. I knew I couldn't resist playing her game.

I submerged my lower half back in the bubbling hot tub and walked over to her. I stood between her legs as she fingered herself. My eyes met hers. She was looking at me expectantly, as if she expected me get on my knees and pleasure her. She was so smug. So arrogant. So right.

Looking into her eyes, I kneeled down until I was eye level with her cunt. She moved her fingers away, allowing me to look right at it. I moved my face forward until I was within a few inches of her pussy. She brought the wine bottle over her belly, poised to pour.

"You're nasty, aren't you." she asked.

"Yes." I replied. 

"You've wanted to fuck me for a long time, haven't you?" she asked.

"Yes." I said.

"You wanted to fuck me at your wedding, didn't you?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You wanted to slip my maid of honor's dress off and fuck you in your marriage suite."

"Yes."

"Or better yet, you wanted me to take your wife's place during the wedding. You knew she couldn't handle her wifely duties. You wanted me to be the one you were marrying, didn't you?"

"Yes, I wanted to marry you, not her."

"You wanted to pledge your loyalty to me. You wanted to have and hold me. You wanted to promise me your love, your heart and your cum, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did." I said, desperately. 

"Open up." she said, about to pour the wine. I opened my mouth, and hovered near her pussy. 

I watched as she tilted the bottle, and I watched as the liquid reached the rim of the bottle. I watched the wine pour out of the bottle in a smooth stream. I watched the wine splash against her firm belly, before trailing down her belly. I watched as the wine started sifting through her landing strip, combing through the hairs. I watched as the wine reached her hard clit, causing her to shiver. I watched as the wine ran down her pussy, combining with her juices to create a delicious mixture. I watched as the wine ran past her pussy, crossing the short distance to her neat, clean asshole. I watch the wine gather there for a moment, gathering its flavors. And finally, I watched as the wine ran off of her asshole and fell into my open mouth. A steady stream of wine poured in my mouth. As I let the wine pool in my mouth and I savored its flavor, I realized Michelle was right. It was the best wine I had ever had. It was rich and full of flavor. Michelle's flavor. Her flavor was the best part. I swallowed the wine in my mouth to make room for more.

The wine was dripping into my mouth, but I realized that I was missing some of the wine as it dripped all over. I realized I had to get all of it. I didn't want any of it to go to waste. I closed the distance between me and her, finding the only solution to not waste the wine. I had paid a pretty penny for this bottle for my wife. It was for our anniversary. It was my wife's favorite. She wouldn't want it to go to waste. This stuff was hard to get. The only thing I could do to not waste it was to press my tongue against my wife's best friend's asshole. I'm sure my wife would understand.

The wine now ran off directly from her asshole into my mouth. The wine pooled on my tongue. It tasted so good! Wine that was meant for my wife was being poured across her best friend's pussy and asshole into my mouth. I had to admit it was being put to better use.

I realized some of the wine had pooled to her asshole, so I let my tongue flick out against it, gathering the wine into my mouth while pleasuring her asshole. Win-win. She moaned loudly as I did so. I looked up to see a lot more wine pooled in her pussy. Her pussy looked so nice and juicy. I trailed my tongue from her ass along her skin before digging into her cunt. The juices there were a concentrated mix of wine and pussy juice. It tasted amazing!

"Oh, fuck!" Michelle said, "Matt, I want you to promise me something. If Amanda ever wants wine, I want you to call me first. I want her to try my special concoction. I want you to make sure that any wine that ends up in her belly passes over my pussy first. Got it!? Or maybe, she'll get a special blend. Maybe I'll pour the wine down my ass-crack. Maybe all the wine she'll ever get will taste like my ass! That sound good to you?"

This drove me wild. I dug deep into her cunt, gathering her juices. As I dug deeper, there was less and less wine and more and more pussy juice. Soon, I was only swallowing her pussy juice. I looked up and noticed she was drinking the wine straight from the bottle. Now, there was no pretense to me tasting her wine, as if there really was. I was now eating my wife's best friend's pussy. 

For a few minutes, all I did was eat out her cunt. I drove my tongue in and out of her. I eventually brought my tongue to her clit, circling it and sucking it into my mouth. She screamed loudly as her thighs tightened against my head. I teased her clit, not letting her go over the edge. I ran my tongue through her landing strip, then I teased her clit for a minutes. I could sense her impatience, so I finally focused on her clit, biting down on it lightly, bringing her over the edge. 

"Oh, you are so good at this!" she screamed as she trapped my head in her vice-like thighs. Her juices kept squirting in my mouth, and I swallowed it as fast as it came. It was as sweet as any wine. She kept squirting and squirting before finally, she fell back, out of breath, the wine bottle rolling out of her hands and crashing to the ground, breaking the bottle into a million pieces and splashing the remaining wine all over the ground. But neither of us cared. I looked past her massive, mountainous breasts to her gorgeous, satisfied face. She got up on her elbows and looked right at me, her chest heaving.

"Take me to your bedroom. I'm fucking you." she pleaded, holding out her hand. I surprised her by leaping out if the hot tub and lifting Michelle into my arms. She laughed as I whirled her around and walked quickly towards the house. I kicked open the door and slammed it behind me. I carried her towards my bedroom. The only woman I ever did this for was my wife. But now, I was poised to carry my wife's best friend over the threshold into my marital bedroom, onto my marital bed. I felt no guilt. No shame. I wanted to fuck her, and I was about to do so.




Surrounded Ch. 02



I crossed the threshold into my bedroom, and as soon as I did, Michelle took control. She slipped out of my arms and stood in front of me. She grabbed my head and pulled it down towards her. Our lips parted as we got closer. Her soft lips met mine and her tongue slipped into my mouth. I just stood there, in me and my wife's bedroom, making out with my wife's best friend. I slipped my hands down her sexy back, past her thong straps, and I helped myself to two healthy handfuls of her firm, bare ass. She brought her hands to my bare chest and pushed me back. I fell to a sitting position on the bed, our lips parting. 

"I'm really a nasty little slut, aren't I?" she said, starting to pace around, modeling her body in front of me. "What kind of nasty whore parades a body like mine around a married man?" she said. I watched as her breasts jiggled under her bra, bursting to escape. "What kind of bitch stays friends with a girl only so she could get closer to her man? What kind of absolute cunt lets herself be her friend's BFF, her maid of honor, when she wants to steal her man from her?" She turned and showed off her perfect ass again, with its two jiggling cheeks. She turned to face me again.

"I need to thank you, Matt, for that great advice. Thanks for convincing me to go after the man I want. Thanks for convincing me to go after you. If you hadn't, we probably wouldn't be here. You're the type of man I need. You just want to fuck, just like me. You are a man that deserves me. We are meant to be together." Michelle stated. She stepped forward and put her hands on my shoulders. 

"It must be tough to be married to an ugly woman who can't fuck worth a damn." she said, rubbing my hair, scratching my head. "But that's why I'm here. It's such a shame when a stud like you gets stuck with a girl like her. You need a real woman. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with giant knockers, you deserve to see them whenever you want. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with a perfect, round ass, you deserve to grab it, spank it, and fuck it whenever you want. When the wife of a man like you has a best friend with such a tight pussy, you deserve to stretch it with your giant cock whenever you want to. And you will. Honey, you can have this body whenever you want. I know you love me more than her. So prove it. Fuck me and prove how much you love me more than her."

Michelle's tits were in front of my face. The way they jiggled as she spoke had hypnotized me. No words could come to me. She was right. Everything she said was right. I had always thought she was good wife material. Now she was about to show me what a good wife should do. 

She grabbed my head roughly, her nails digging into my scalp, forcing my head against her giant breasts. As my face swam in their softness, I reached around her and unclipped her bra. She pushed me back onto the bed as I was able to sling her bra off of her and toss it on the ground. Her bare breasts now surrounded my face. She subdued me with their softness for a bit, before finally taking their weight off of my face. This allowed me to take in her bare breasts for the first time. They were just perfect. While not quite as massive as Katie's, they were awful close. I reached up to cup them. I squeezed them roughly, taking them in. They were so soft, with nice smooth skin. Her nipples were at attention, begging to be sucked and chewed on. I pinched them causing her to scream out in pleasure.

"Why haven't you showed me these before?" I asked.

"I'm so sorry." she moaned out as I pinched her nipples again. I leaned up to suck her nipples, nibbling them with my teeth while I did so. Her eyes flashed with pleasure as I did this. I repeated this with her other nipple, driving her wild, until she slammed me to the bed and kissed me roughly. As we made out fiercely, our hands tangled as we sought to remove all of our clothes. Her hands went to my trunks, trying to push them down, and my hands grabbed her thong straps like handles as I tried to rip them off her body. We both kicked out our legs, trying to remove our clothing so we could be naked for each other. I kicked my trunks to the floor, followed quickly by her thong. Now that we were naked, her hands reached down and took a hold of my thick, nine-inch cock. 

She pulled her mouth from me, now focusing all of her attention on jacking my cock. 

"Holy shit! This thing is just perfect! Nice and fat. Fuck, I love it! I bet Amanda regrets telling me you have a huge cock right about now?" she said, causing us both to laugh. My cock was leaking pre-cum, which now covered her hands, aiding in lubricating my cock for the rough sex that was about to happen.

Michelle wasted no time. She straddled me while holding onto my cock, pointing it upward towards her pussy, it's soon to be home. She slapped the tip of my cock against her wet cunt.

"You ready, baby?" she asked.

"You better believe it. It takes a huge slut to fuck a married man, who's also her best friend's husband." I teased.

"Lucky for you, I am as big a slut as there is." Michelle said, starting to lower herself on my cock.

My eyes lidded shut as my unprotected cock was forced inside my wife's best friend's tight little pussy. Her pussy was as tight as advertised. I didn't know if I would be able to get my entire dick inside of her. Her pussy was so damn tight. I groaned loudly as more and more of my cock entered her. I looked down to see the lips of her pussy wrapped around my cock as her ass settled on my lap.

I reached up to grab her breasts again. Her hands went to my chest to balance herself. As I tweaked her nipples, she started to bounce.

"Oh, fuck!" I yelled out, her tight pussy driving me wild.

"What a good husband you are! I think you are nastier than I am! What kind of good husband drools over his wife's best friend? What kind of good man fucks the shit out of his wife's BFF? Tell me! Tell me what type of man you are!" Michelle demanded, bouncing roughly.

"I'm a... I'm a... I'm a bad husband! I'm as nasty as you are! I'm a nasty husband who wants to fuck his wife's best friend!" I yelled out, pounding my dick hard into her.

"Keep going! Tell me more!" she screamed. I wasn't going to be able to hold out very long. The past few days with no cumming had me on edge.

"Your pussy is so nice and tight!" I said. "It feels so good on my cock! I love your perfect ass! I love your giant tits! I love how nasty you are! You are an amazing fuck!"

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"Yes! I love you! I love you more than Amanda! I love your body more than Amanda! I should have married you!" I yelled.

"You got full access to my body whenever you want it! I'm yours." Michelle moaned out.

"You're body is amazing!" I said.

"Tell me more!" she demanded.

"I loved when you made fun of my wife! I love the fact that you hate her! I love the fact that the only reason you pretended to be her best friend was so you could get to me! I loved when you called her ugly! It got me so hard! I had to stop you because I was afraid I would cum!" I moaned out, lost in a haze of good sex. 

"You hate her too, don't you? You don't care about her at all, do you? The only reason you stayed married to her was to keep close to me, right?" Michelle asked, now working up a healthy sweat. Her ass just kept bouncing on my things at a furious pace. It was about that time.

"FUCK! I FUCKING HATE HER! HOLY SHIT!" I screamed as Michelle took me over the edge.

"OH FUCK! MAKE ME YOUR WOMAN!" Michelle yelled as my cum shot deep inside her, setting off her own orgasm. She fell on top of me, our sweaty chests rubbing together as we rode out our orgasms together. My dick just kept pumping more and more cum inside of her. Our bodies' spasm together as we both tried to prolong the pleasure. Finally, she rolled off of me, rolling onto her back on my wife's side of the bed. We both caught our breaths as we basked in the warm glow of amazing sex. She got up on her elbows and looked at me. I admired the way her tits sat on her chest firmly.

"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked, walking her fingers down my slightly softened cock. "Because..." she whispered, "We are not leaving this bed until this dick of yours is buried up my ass." This sent a jolt through my cock. It was now reversing course, starting to regain its hardness. Just the thought of my cock buried up the ass of this sexy little bitch made me wild. As an answer to her question, I rolled on top of her and brought my lips to hers. She laughed as we resumed making out.

Our make-out session went from playful to rough quickly. Soon, our limbs were wrestling with each other. Eventually, Michelle ended up on all fours in front of me. She looked back at me, willing me to give her what she wanted. I knew what she wanted. I straightened up and looked down, staring as my hard dick pointed directly at her cute little asshole. Michelle reached forward, grabbed my wife's pillow, and leaned down onto it, pressing her upper body against it, soaking the pillow with her sex sweat. This freed up her arms, allowing her to reach back and pull her ass-cheeks apart, obscenely displaying her asshole to me. 

My dick was still soaked with her juices, so there was no reason to delay. I pressed the tip of my cock against her asshole and began to push. It took awhile, but my dick finally breached her defenses, my cock-head finally penetrating her tight little ass. Once it did, I grabbed her hips for leverage, and really began to push. Michelle but her lip and slapped the bed with her hand as more and more of my cock entered her ass.

The snug tightness of her ass was a new experience for me. It was so tight, and she knew how to work her ass to nearly drive me wild. As I buried my dick to the root inside her, I couldn't help but compare her to Katie. I would have to admit Katie's pussy was slightly tighter and better than Michelle's. But I would also say that Michelle's ass is better than Katie's. I could tell that Michelle was a seasoned anal whore, a bit more-so than Katie. If I had to choose an ass to fuck, it would be Michelle's.

"C'mon Matt! Fuck my ass!" Michelle demanded, going crazy with lust. Who am I to deny a lady? I pulled back and then drove my dick into her. The lewd anal fuck had begun.

Within minutes, I was driving the full length of my cock in and out of my wife's best friend's tight ass. Her ass was the tightest hole I had ever fucked. We were sweating like pigs, soaking the bed with our sweat and sexual juices, staining them. 

"Fuck my whore ass! Do it! Fuck your wife's best friend's slutty ass!" Michelle begged. I slapped her ass, causing her to scream in pleasure.

"You've wanted to stick that fat cock of yours up my ass for years now, haven't you? You just wanted to take me in your arms, throw me down, rip off my pants, and fuck my tight asshole. Didn't you? It never mattered if your wife was in the room. Every time we were in the same room, you had to fight the urge to fuck me! You had to fight the urge to fuck my ass! Now you don't need to fight it anymore. You can have me whenever you want me!" Michelle moaned, enjoying the ass fucking. I just nodded and continued fucking her spectacular ass.

"I'm getting close." I said, reaching under her, cupping her soft breasts and giving them another firm squeeze. 

"I'll let you cum, but you have to promise me one thing." Michelle gaped, clearly close to cumming herself.

"What?" I asked.

"I need you to promise that you'll give all your cum to me. I don't want Amanda to get a drop of it. I deserve it, and I deserve to get all of it. Got it?" Michelle said. 

I had to consider my options here. I had committed most of my cum to Katie already, and Amanda was getting the leftovers. Now that Michelle was in the picture and wanted my cum I knew I would have to double the amount of sex I was having to keep anyone from noticing any change. I would have to split my cum between Katie and Michelle equally. That would take a lot of work. A lot of sex. Nasty sex, with big breasted, hot-assed sluts. With all the sex I would have to keep these sluts happy, I didn't know if I would have any cum left at all for my wife. I thought it over for a second, but the positives outweighed the negatives. If I had to have more sex with gorgeous sluts to keep everyone happy, I would have to make that sacrifice. I brought my mouth to Michelle's ear.

"Baby, you will get all my cum. You've earned it. Amanda will have none of it. All of it will be inside you. Down your throat. In your pussy. Up your ass." I said, giving her an extra hard thrust and giving her breasts an extra-hard squeeze.

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Michelle screamed, her ass tightening around my dick as she came. This was enough to drive me over the edge. I buried my cock inside her ass just as hot cum burst from the tip of dick, coating the insides of her ass. I collapsed on top of her driving us both down to the bed. I thrust into her in spasms, trying to empty my balls completely. Finally, I rolled off of her, no more cum left to give her. This was how we fell asleep. Her on my wife's side of the bed. Me on mine. This was how me and my wife's best friend first slept together in my marital bed. 

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I woke up in a daze. I had forgotten the events of the day before till I looked over and saw Michelle's shapely body in bed next to me, peacefully asleep. Peaceful now that she had been well-fucked. I rolled out of bed and got started on my day. I got the paper and sat down at the dinner table.

Now that my balls were emptier than they were, I was able to think clearly. I had to wonder how I was going to be able to keep this up. How was I going to be able to balance two affairs behind my wife's back without either my wife or my two sluts finding out? I knew I was playing with fire here, and if I wasn't careful, I would get burned.

I was shocked out of my thoughts by a ringing. The phone was ringing. I started to stand up when the ringing stopped. From my bedroom, I heard a voice. Holy crap! Michelle picked up the phone. I could hear her voice echoing down the hallway.

"Hey, what's up?" she said. I could only hear her side of the conversation.

"Yeah, I figured Matt would be lonely, so I figured we'd meet up for breakfast."

"Well, we haven't eaten yet. So, how's home?"

"Well, don't feel bad. She's always kind of a bitch. That's the impression I always got from her whenever we've been around each other. How's your mom?" I admired how she could stay so calm while talking to the woman whose man she stole.

"Ha-ha, I love Kelly. Well, do you want to talk to hubby?" I heard my bedroom door open.

"Okay, let me go get him. Love ya girl." As Michelle emerged, she adjusted her top as she said bye to my wife. As she walked into the kitchen, I realized what she was wearing. She was wearing a tight yellow blouse, one of Amanda's. I looked down and noted the jeans she was wearing were Amanda's as well. Amanda did not have the curves that Michelle had, so Michelle's body was testing the clothes limits. Her tits were overfilling the blouse, threatening to spill out. Her ass was bursting to be free of the tight jeans. I could tell she was wearing one of Amanda's bras as it could barely cope with the stress her massive tits were exerting. I could see her tits overfill the cups of the bra, her flesh spilling over the edges. It couldn't possibly be comfortable. It was simply for my benefit.

I made small talk with my wife on the phone as I watched Michelle prance her body around me, taunting me. I listened to my wife tell me what a pain in the ass Katie was being, but that only turned me on. It was awful, but I loved how much of a bitch Katie was to her sister. I was clearly distracted as I watched Michelle start cooking us breakfast with her back to me. I watched her bouncing her leg, causing her perfect ass to jiggle. I was hypnotized by this sight. I quickly ended the conversation with Amanda and tossed the phone on the table. I stood up, walked behind Michelle, reached around her and cupped her tits with my hands. I started to grind my now throbbing cock between her ass-cheeks. I started kissing and sucking her neck.

"So, since your wife is gone for a few more days, I figured I would take her place here till she gets back. I'll be your substitute wife. I'll take care of all the wifely duties around here. The cooking. The cleaning. The sex. I'll be the wife you wish you had." Michelle stated. 

I was by no means a misogynist. I admired women who were independent and didn't require a man to feel successful. I by no means needed to have a wife to cook and clean for me. But for some reason, Michelle willingly accepting and vowing to be that kind of woman drove me wild. 

I started to squeeze her tits roughly, nearly ripping the blouse. In my fervor, I reached into her blouse and roughly pulled her tits out, causing the top to rip a bit, ruining my wife's blouse. I reached down and roughly pulled her jeans down to her thighs, revealing her bare ass. I took my dick out of pants, bent her over the counter, and started to push my dick slowly up her asshole again. 

"Do it! Fuck me!" Michelle said, as horny as I was. What proceeded there was the most violent fucking I had ever been a part of. I had my wife's slutty best friend bent over the counter of kitchen, driving my dick up her ass as hard as I could. As I fucked her, I drove her until she was mostly on top of the counter, my dick still buried inside her. I don't know why I was so wild this time. Before I started fucking Katie, I had never been like this. But now, I was an absolute monster. A cursing, rutting beast. I feared what I was becoming.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head. All I cared about now was the sensation of my cock inside Michelle's spectacular ass. I drove into her as hard as I could, the need to cum dominating my thoughts. Soon, I could feel the end coming. I was close and I could tell she was close as well. With a roar like a lion, I forced my entire dick deep inside her ass and let go. My cum burst out of my cock into her ass. It was almost painful it was so good. Michelle screamed as she came, hurting my ears. But I didn't care. I was too lost in the pleasure to give a shit. I collapsed onto the counter on top of her, my cock still inside her, my balls empty.

"I love you, hubby." Michelle said.

"I love you too." I said, kissing her cheek.

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Michelle lived up to her vow. She was the perfect replacement wife. She cooked, she cleaned, and she fucked, things a good wife should do. She was probably a better wife than Amanda was. I basked in this glimpse of a life with Michelle as my bride. She was perfect wife material. She was a perfect domestic goddess.

Michelle kept me company the next few days, keeping my balls drained. I watched her model my wife's clothes, all looking better on her. I watched as all my wife's blouses strained to hold in Michelle's massive tits. I watched as all my wife's bras were overfilled with her giant titties. I watched all of Amanda's pants and skirts stretched around her magnificent ass. Seeing her in my wife's clothes drove me wild. We fucked all over the house, in every room, in the pool, in the hot tub, Michelle marking her territory with me.

The most memorable encounter took place on our last night together. Me and her were having a cookout on the grill. She was wearing one of my wife's sundresses, and she filled it out in just the right way. Her braless tits were pouring out, and her impressive cleavage was exposed for the world to see. Since she was taller than my wife, the bottom of the dress just reached below her ass. She looked great. 

So we were just sitting outside, sitting down, eating burgers, shooting the shit.





Surrounded Ch. 02



"Such a perfect night." She said, basking in the cool dusk night. We were sitting together on a large chair, cuddled up together, her head on my shoulder.

"Yeah." I replied.

"A perfect night for love." she said, kissing my jaw. "A perfect night for sex." She said, kissing my cheek. She got to my ear and whispered, "A perfect night for making a baby."

I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes.

"I know I'm a nasty slut. I know I'm an anal whore. But right now, I want it in my pussy. I want you deep inside me. I want you to fuck me hard until you shoot a giant load inside me. I want you to flood me. I want you to fuck me again and again. I want you to make sure this pussy is knocked up. I have shown you how good a wife I am. What better way to truly prove that than by you knocking me up with your baby. I want your child, Matt. We belong together, and the best way I can show that is for us to make a child together." she offered.

This was something new. Me and Katie had never fully discussed this, but she made sure when we fucked, I fucked her bareback. No condoms, no bullshit. She made sure I came inside of her. Did she want my baby? Did she want to cement our affair permanently by breeding with me? Michelle sure did. Michelle wanted my baby. She wanted to breed with me. There was something about this, about knocking up a woman that wasn't my wife, that was on a new level of nasty. It appealed to my deep base instincts, to knock up the hottest sluts around. And right now, Michelle was the hottest slut around. She was gagging to get knocked up. Who am I to stop what we both wanted?

I pulled her into my arms, pulling her on top of me. Our lips met in a fiery kiss, her tongue entering my mouth. I reached down to the hem of her dress, lifting it. She pulled away from me long enough for me to lift the dress off of her shoulder, revealing her nude body. I tossed the dress away, inadvertently throwing it on the grill. Within seconds, the dress was on fire on top of the grill, but neither of us noticed.

Michelle slipped my shorts down as I ripped my shirt off. She grabbed my throbbing dick and quickly sat on it.

"Ohhh, shit!" I yelled out. Her tight wet pussy always felt so good stretched around my cock.

"You like that? You like that pussy? Or is it that you like the thought of knocking up your wife's best friend with your baby? That's so nasty, isn't it? Cheating on your wife and knocking up her best friend. She trusts both of us. That was her first mistake. She couldn't possibly expect for you to stay loyal to her with that body? She must know that a stud like you needs a real woman. Right?" she asked, poised to bounce.

"Yes! I need a real woman. A woman like you!" I screamed. She smiled smugly and began to bounce.

"That dick is not leaving my pussy, Matty, until you put a baby inside me. You hear that. You will be hard at work trying to knock me up until your wife gets home or until you do the job. That's your dream, isn't it? You want me barefoot and pregnant, don't you?" Michelle said, her hands on my chest, groping my muscles.

"Yes, I want you knocked up with my baby! I want you barefoot and pregnant!" I yelled, groping her titties. I didn't care if the neighbors heard me knocking up some slut in my backyard.

"What a good best friend I am, aren't I? Only a true friend would let her best friend's man knock her up! Only a true friend would let her best friend's husband take out all of his sick, perverted desires on her. She's too delicate for this kind of stuff. We are protecting her from this nastiness? Some would call me a hero." she said with a laugh. I drove up into her harder. I reached around to palm her ass cheeks.

God, she was perfect. Her ass was so round and squeezable. So perfect and fuckable. Her tits were enormous, much more than a handful, with nipples that demanded a mouth to surround them. Her pussy was snug, smothering my cock in warmth, perfect for cumming in. I could fuck her every day and not get tired of it. 

We both worked up a sweat in the cool night air. We could both sense the end was near, so she pulled my face between her sweaty, heaving breasts as my hands pulled her ass against me. We were now fucking in a true mating rhythm, with the only goal being procreation. I was fucking my wife's best friend with the sole goal of making her pregnant.

"OH FUCK ME! FUCK ME AND KNOCK UP YOUR WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" Michelle screamed, her face pointing skywards.

"I LOVE YOU! I LOVE FUCKING MY WIFE'S BEST FRIEND!" I screamed. I hoped the neighbors heard. I didn't care. Maybe if one of them was a hot woman, she would know I'm a cheating bastard and would be down to fuck me. Right now, all I cared about was the pleasure. All I cared about was putting a baby in this sexy bitch's belly.

Her pussy tightened as she came, driving me over the edge. For a full minute, my dick shot in her, filling her with my seed, flooding her like she demanded. I drove into her, again and again, trying to get as deep inside her as I could, hoping to make sure my cum got as deep inside her as possible.

She collapsed on top of me, her breathing sexily in my ear. In the distance, we heard a voice call out, "What the hell was that?"

Me and Michelle laughed. She gave me a peck on the lips, assuring me we were not done. I stood up, carrying her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around me, my dick still inside her. By the time we crossed the threshold into my bedroom, my dick was hard and it drove into her as we fell onto the bed. We were far from done.

I tried to live up to Michelle's plan. We fucked throughout the night. I came again and again into her tight pussy, filling her to the brim. She was no doubt assured to be pregnant. I ended the night by giving her a slow, pleasurable ass-fuck, cumming in her ass before we fell to the bed, the energy now fucked out of us.

I knew I had to push Michelle away so I could recharge for Katie. This forced me to part with her for the last day before I had to pick up Katie and my wife from the airport. Once I was alone, I tried to think again where Katie fit in with me. I realized that I was filling major roles in my life with hot-bodied sluts. Michelle was my substitute wife. She fulfilled the part of that wanted a wife who did the things a typical wife would do, including giving me all the sex I could handle. But Katie, well, she was my slut. Katie was a little hotter than Michelle. A little nastier than Michelle. Probably a little bit better of a fuck than Michelle. Katie was my slut. She would always be my slut.

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(Katie)

I had to admit I was being a lot bitchier than usual. I was going on five days without getting plowed by a giant cock! For a slut like me, that was an eternity. I was getting bitchy with Amanda and with Mom. I was climbing the walls with horniness. I had to stop myself from picking up some random guy and fucking him. I was saving myself for Matt. 

As we were on the plane back, I was bouncing my leg and strumming my fingers. I was antsy. I needed to get fucked! I knew I would have to stop myself from grabbing Matt's dick as soon as I stepped off the plane. I knew I had to keep our affair secret from Amanda. It was so much better that way.

I knew the second me and Matt were alone with each other, his dick would be in my cunt. I'm sure he was as desperate as I was. I hoped he was ready, because as soon as I could, I was going to destroy his cock. I looked over at Amanda and smiled.



(Author's Note: My plan for this series is to add a chapter every so often while still posting other stories, as opposed to knocking out this entire series before moving on. I also again want to thank all of my readers for their continuing support of my work. All of the comments and feedback are much appreciated. I have received a lot of great emails, and unfortunately, I am not able to reply to all of them. That does not mean they are unappreciated, so if I did not reply to you, please take no offense. Thanks again for reading my stories. I'll try to keep them coming. My last batch of stories all came out quickly one after another, but my next story might take some time for me to put together. Stay patient. You won't be disappointed.)



Surrounded Ch. 03



(This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) 

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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. It's probably not often where a woman puts herself in a situation where she is around another woman that she knows has had sex with her man. The only times where I could think it would happen is if it was one of those situations where one friend dated a man for a short time and never really established a strong relationship before he moved onto the other friend. They weren't together long enough to establish any true feelings before they moved on, and so the woman would be okay with being around a man she used to be with. But otherwise, it was rare for a woman to be friends with her ex's new squeeze.

You couldn't blame her for that. You couldn't hold that against anyone. It is asking a lot of a person to be okay with being around someone who is banging someone you used to be with. Someone you used to care for. Someone you used to love. That's why it never happened.

You never found a woman who was totally okay with being around her husband's old girlfriends. Whether it be his first love in high school, the girl he used to date and are now simply best friends, or the girl he used to get hot and heavy with in college, there wasn't a woman out there that would be totally okay being around them. Sometimes, a wife would simply grit her teeth and bear being around these other woman when forced to, but they never invited these confrontations.

It was impossible for a woman to completely trust these other women her man had been with. Despite anything these other women would say, there would always be a small part in the back of the wife's mind where she wondered if these women still desired her man. Cause at one point in her husband's life, this other woman was the sole object of her husband's desires.

At one point in his life, this other woman was all her husband wanted. It was her jiggling tits that he squeezed. It was this other woman's pussy that got to take his meaty shaft. At one point, this other woman had the exclusive right to swallow her man's cum. At one point, this other woman was the one to take her husband's cock in her mouth... her vagina... between her tits... maybe even her ass. At one point in his life, this woman was the one woman in charge, the one woman who had the exclusive right to make him explode in pleasure. At one point in her husband's life, this other woman was all he ever wanted. This is why any self-respecting wife avoided allowing one of her husband's exes back into his life.

What was far more 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 Katie, and as soon as she had left on this trip back home, I had fucked her hot best friend Michelle 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 Katie or Michelle 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 Katie on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and fuck Michelle 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 Amanda 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 Katie 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 Katie 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's voluptuous frame. Katie 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 Katie 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, Katie'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." Amanda said with a weary smile. She was clearly tired from the plane ride. She stepped in close and we hugged. Amanda 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 Katie. 

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 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.

Katie needed to get fucked. 

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

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

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

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

So, in front of my wife, my sister 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. Katie 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, Katie 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's absence, merely being in Katie'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." Katie 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, Katie stepped back, holding my gaze. I turned to look at Amanda.

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 Amanda. 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 Katie that were really sharing the big secret. It was me and Katie carrying out the illicit... immoral... secret... nasty... hot... sexy affair. It was Amanda 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." Amanda said as we began walking towards baggage pickup. 

"How are your folks?" I asked. 

"They're fine." Amanda 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, Katie?" I asked, including her as she sauntered alongside us, my eyes jumping to her big boobs jiggling. 

"Ugh, it was boring as hell." Katie 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.

Amanda 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, Amanda carrying her own while Katie asked me 'politely' to carry hers since she just had her nails done. And again, my hot older sister's blatant bitchiness turned me on, so I was happy to comply. 

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

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

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

"Uh yeah, sounds good." I replied. 

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

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

I tried to focus on the road, I did, but Katie 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. Amanda 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, Franchezca's, with very different attitudes. Amanda walked in, tired but happy, not a care in the world. Katie 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, Amanda spoke up.

"I need to use the restroom." Amanda 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 Katie. As if on cue, as soon as Amanda was out of the way, Katie 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." Katie said.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"I said, I hope you don't plan on eating much." Katie 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 Katie had just said.

"Uh, hi guys, I'm Elise, your waitress." the pretty blonde 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." Katie 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. 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." Katie 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?" Katie 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 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. 

"Katie, 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."

Katie and I turned to look at our waitress. She was a stunning woman, probably around 20 or so, shiny blond hair in a pony-tail. She had a great body, a nice round ass and full breasts. DD's if I had to guess. 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, Katie." I muttered, in awe of how casual she could be about something like this. I looked over to see her reach over and grab Amanda'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." Katie replied wickedly. I simply shook my head at this, and moments later, Amanda 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 Katie. "A glass of wine for you." Elise said, setting down a wine-glass in front of Katie. "And, a water for you ma'am." she said to Amanda, causing her eyebrows to scrunch.

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

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

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

"White, please." Amanda added.

"Just bring a bottle." Katie added.

"Okay." Elise 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." Amanda said, flipping it open.




Surrounded Ch. 03



"Uh, c'mon." Katie muttered under her breath. Amanda glanced at her and rolled her eyes. 

"I'll just have the, uh, sirloin. 6 ounces. Medium well." I said, distracted. Elise took down the order and turned to Katie. 

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

"That's my favorite." Elise 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." Katie 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." Elise 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?" Katie 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." Elise replied. She glanced at Amanda, seeing if she was ready to order, but she was still looking at the menu. 

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

"I don't work." Katie explained. "My boyfriend spoils me." she added, glancing at me, giving Elise 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." Elise replied casually.

"Tell me about it." Katie 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 Katie and our pretty waitress. Amanda explained how she wanted her burger.

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

Me, Katie, and Amanda 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 Katie'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 Katie, biting her lip, unable to hide her wicked smile as she focused on pleasuring me.

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

"We did take some good stuff." Katie 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." Amanda 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 Katie. 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 Katie 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. Katie's foot dug deeper, eager to have her bare foot against my bare cock. Katie 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's insistent foot. I grunted as Katie 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 Katie'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, Elise. As soon as I looked over at her, she looked away, hoping not be caught. Katie was right. Elise knew the score. She knew exactly what was going on here.

I had to wonder what she thought of what she saw. She knew who each of us were, she knew I was married to Amanda, but fucking Katie, my wife's older sister. To most people, they would be revolted by this. How nasty can two people so blatantly flaunt their affair in front of the wronged party? How arrogant can these two be? She watched the situation, a huge-titted, hard-nippled, gorgeous slut, clearly using her foot to pleasure her hunky brother, clearly distracting him, clearly stealing his attention from his plain, droning wife. It should be obvious that she would notice something, but she was too naïve to see the truth. These two nasty, filthy lovers were flaunting their affair and the wife was too stupid to notice. They could get away with almost anything and the wife would never know. They could practically get naked and fuck on the table, like they clearly wanted to, and the wife would find a way to misunderstand it. She was practically begging for something like this to happen. She was begging for her husband to cheat on her. You almost couldn't blame the husband for doing it. The busty, slutty sister-in-law was clearly so much better than the plain, boring, stupid wife. If you could get away with an affair with someone so clearly hot... so blatantly slutty... with such enormous, firm, round breasts, why wouldn't you?

The fact that the waitress wasn't disgusted by what me and Katie were doing told me she was on our side. Katie's instant evaluation was completely right. Elise was a slut in waiting. And by studying Katie, 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 Katie spoke up.

"Did you ever go to the lake-house, Matt?" she asked perkily.

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

"Oh, luckily, I took some pictures." Katie said, her eyes flashing at me. Before I could react, Katie removed her foot from my cock and stood up. For a moment, the fog of pleasure left my head. That was until Katie 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. This freed herself so she could maneuver herself in just the right way to get in the best position to really show off these pictures on her phone. To do so, she first shoved her tits in my face. She put one arm around my shoulders and leaned into me, so even though I had her phone in front of me in my hands and she was standing at my side, her tits were so big, they obstructed my vision. They jutted out under my chin, her line of soft, deep cleavage drawing my hungry gaze. I couldn't help but consume their round shape, practically bursting from her top, yearning to be free. The scent from her perfume and her pheromones from deep in her cleavage made me shiver with lust. My sister's jiggling tits were a feast for all senses. 

But Katie wasn't close to being done.

Katie made sure her little sister's attention was focused on the phone and her hubby. And not on Katie'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 twos, 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?" Katie 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." Katie 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 Katie 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 Katie, 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?" Amanda asked, thinking we were looking at the nice lake house.

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

"Keep looking." Katie 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 Katie 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. Katie felt my cock jump in her hand. She gave me another, slow agonizing stroke.

The next photo was another self-shot, Katie 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, 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 Katie's ass. She was on all fours, naked, ass-cheeks spread, showing off her asshole and pussy to me. 

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

"Yeah." I grunted.

"What?" Amanda asked.

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

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

"It sure was." Katie smiled wickedly. 

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

"Uh, be patient sis. Jesus." Katie said, quickly annoyed. Amanda 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 Katie and Amanda on the beach, clad in swimsuits, posing together. The picture almost made me laugh. There was just no contest between the two. Katie was just totally blowing my wife away here. Amanda was dressed economically, wearing a simple black one-piece, a pair of shorts over them, a pair of bulky sunglasses and a big hat to make sure she did not get sunburned. She was not dressed to impress. She was dressed like a cute mom taking her kids to the beach. A cute mom who stumbled on a bikini model.

Katie's body was just ridiculous. Standing next to a woman with such a feeble body only highlighted Katie's more. Amanda was dressed to protect. Katie was built to attract. Katie was dressed to make men want to fuck her hard and fill her up with cum. Her bikini was tiny. It was a sky blue number, with tiny patches stretched to the max to cover her tits, and tiny bottoms to cover her cunt. It didn't look like a thong bikini, but I'm sure Katie's bikini bottoms were as tiny as she could get away with without being seen as indecent. This bikini showed off her body like she was built to wear it, showcasing her massive round breasts, flat, fit belly, long, smooth legs, perfect tan. It was like a bikini model was taking a picture with some pathetic woman who idolized her. Both were smiling, Amanda in her naive happiness, and Katie smiling that insidious smile of superiority and arrogance that always makes my cock throb.

And it was throbbing as my slut sister kept pumping my shaft under the table.

"Amazing." I mumbled. 

"Great, huh?" Amanda asked.

"Perfect." I replied, barely paying attention.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, c'mon, sis." Katie pled. "I bet Matt 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 Katie's jiggling cleavage.

"Uh, okay, I guess." Amanda 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 Katie's statement. But Amanda 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 Katie watched her turn and walk away, and as soon as she was out of sight, we could finally let our guard drop slightly.

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

"You like that?" Katie 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 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.

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

Katie 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.

Elise 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, Elise." Katie said with a wicked smile.

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

"Go ahead." Katie 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 Katie's salad at her seat, followed by my wife's burger. Katie knew Elise was delaying putting food in front of me, but she kept stroking me, waiting for her to approach. Finally, Elise grabbed my plate and moved towards us. As she got next to Katie to set my plate down, Elise finally just had to look down. Katie 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's hand furiously stroking my thick shaft, now coated with my pre-cum. Katie looked at the younger woman, gauging her reaction. Elise studied it for a few moments before her eyes flicked upward. This caught Katie's attention, and she met Elise's gaze, revealing that Elise had noticed my wife re-entering the building. Katie finally had to stop, pulling her soaked hand from my lap before Amanda noticed. Katie stood up straight, re-pocketing her phone and moving back to her side of the table.

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

"I will." Katie said confidently. Elise turned and walked away quickly.

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

"Sure does." Katie 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." Amanda 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 Michelle. 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." Amanda said off-hand.

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

"Did you meet up with her?" Amanda asked. "She said something like she had met up with you. Like you shared a glass of wine?" she asked. Katie 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." Amanda said with a smile.

I glanced at Katie, 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 Katie 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." Katie replied. 




Surrounded Ch. 03



"You're always so mean to her, Katie." Amanda said. "I wish you'd give her a chance."

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

Katie and Michelle were cordial to each other but nothing more. They just seemed to be so totally different that they had nothing in common. Michelle always came across as fun and generous and giving, while Katie came across like a straight-up bitch. I now knew they were more similar than either of them realized. 

Katie's foot returned to work as we began our meal. I could not think straight. I needed to fuck Katie. 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 Katie.

"Like I said..." Amanda began, "This is more like a scrapbook than a photo album. Like, here, she had a whole section about me and Katie. Check this out, here's photos from each year from when we visited over the summer years ago. Me and Katie and Aunt Gladys. Every year, we made sure to take this picture on the dock, looking over the lake. It was a little tradition."

I looked and saw pictures of Katie and Amanda as children, standing next to Gladys. Gladys was a good looking woman, kind of relaxed but regal, a classy and good-looking older woman. I looked at Amanda and Katie in the picture. Both girls were very cute when they were children, but it was easy to tell even at a young age that Katie would be a stunner. She never went through the awkward phases her younger sister did. While these photos showed off the embarrassing stages of youth for Amanda, the bad haircuts, the strange clothing, the braces, the lanky, awkward adolescence, Katie aged more gracefully. Katie always came across like the cool, popular girl, even at a young age. It was interesting to look at these pictures of a young Katie, and watch her evolution. As a child, she was pretty, but she has still had that youthful innocence about her. While Amanda maintained that attitude even to this day, it was clear in Katie's smile in each of these pictures that that youthful innocence had transformed into something else. As Katie aged into her teenage years, her smile went from innocent to naughty, as did her body. It would seem this shift went hand in hand. As soon as her body went from youthful to very adult, and judging by these pictures, that shift happened seemingly overnight. One picture, Katie was young and innocent. And the next one, BAM, her tits had exploded into ripe melons. Her body filled out in all the right places, and that smile of hers turned naughty, as if she had realized the power her assets had brought her, and that power had corrupted her. This series of pictures started with the two sisters as children. And by the end, with the two standing next to their elderly aunt, both had matured into women. But while Amanda still looked cute and youthful and perky, even as an adult, Katie had matured into a real woman, outgrowing that youthful attitude into something far more adult. And it was clear that she had outgrown such youthful, innocent traditions. Judging by her body, it was clear her interests lied elsewhere.

"And Aunt Gladys was kind of, like, a feminist, so she put this really sweet little poem at the end." My wife said, choking up a bit. She passed it over to me to read.

"Girls, Grow up, be kind, generous, do right by others, Don't be afraid to love, to give, to be happy, And when the time comes, to give your heart away, Find someone who will treat you right, respect you, never hurt you, And you will be truly happy, till your final day."

"Oh, that's nice." I said with a smile. It really was a nice poem, but my mind was so focused on Katie that I couldn't help but think that I would truly show my wife the true love and respect she deserves when I cum on her older sister's face. I would treat my wife right and respect her by filling her older sister's hot cunt with cum. And the hurt I put my naïve wife through will make it so much hotter when I fuck my sister's brains out.

These thoughts went through me as if on reflex, and my wife must have noticed my expression change in some way. She must have seen the current of lust run through me.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah." I began. "It's just a really nice poem." I added, hiding my grunt.

"Yeah, she was such a sweet lady." Amanda replied.

"I think she was a dyke." Katie interjected casually.

"Sis! Jesus." Amanda said. "Aunt Gladys was not a lesbian!"

"Don't be an idiot, Amanda. I mean, look at the evidence, Miss Lawyer. She was this, like, crazy feminist. She never married. She spent all that money over the years on all those pretty young housekeepers, and smoking hot dog walkers, and those sexy little personal chefs." Katie replied.

"I'm not being an idiot, Katie. Just cause she didn't marry doesn't make her gay. She was always... independent. Doing her own thing. Just cause she preferred to spend her money on others, giving work to young women who needed jobs..." Amanda began.

"Yeah, giving Aunt Gladys rim jobs, no doubt." Katie interjected.

"Oh my God, Katie!" Amanda said, blushing at her sister's brazenness. "That's so gross!"

"I mean c'mon sis, it was pretty obvious. Was it a coincidence that all these admirable, remarkable young women, these hard-working, job-seeking girls, all happened to have big tits? They all happened to have those bedroom eyes? And firm, round butts? Face it sis, Aunt Gladys had a taste for hot women, and she indulged herself for years, probably to her dying day. She probably died eating some young slut's..."

"Katie! That's enough! I'm not talking about this anymore. It's disrespectful." Amanda replied, adopting a harsh tone she rarely had to use. 

"Not as disrespectful as the things I saw Gladys doing to those hotties in those pictures I found." Katie replied.

"Wait, what? What pictures?" Amanda replied.

"Nothing. You didn't want to talk any more about it. So, I'm done talking about it. I'm just surprised we didn't find any of her toys." Katie said with a laugh.

"Drop it!" Amanda said angrily. She rarely gets angry, but Katie knew how to push her buttons. Amanda always felt particularly close to Gladys, so Katie throwing around accusations that maybe there was another side to her favorite Aunt, a side she didn't understand, was enough to piss her off, to make her feel naïve and clueless and angry, while Katie stewed in her own arrogant pride.

My cock was pulsing as Katie got the better of my wife again. I was literally on edge.

I reached down and pushed Katie'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.

No one was really paying attention though. I only noticed Katie and the waitress eyeing me as I stood up and began walking towards the bathrooms. I needed to clear my head. I was playing a really dangerous game. What I was doing was way too risky. My wife was beginning to notice the changes in me. And if she discovered what was going on, if she noticed the nastiness going on between me and her older sister, I would lose my wife, my friends, my house, my money. If she discovered my affair, my life was done. I couldn't be so reckless.

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." Katie 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 Katie'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 Amanda 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 Katie would try something. I fell into this forced embrace, my tongue mashing against my sister'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 Katie away. She chewed her lip as she looked at me hungrily. "Katie, we can't do this! We'll get caught."

"That's what makes it fun." Katie 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.

"Matt, don't forget... I'm a slut." Katie said. "Your sister 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. 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!" Katie 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 Katie 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'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'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 Katie'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's breasts were, and how tiny her little sister's were in comparison. Katie 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." Katie 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 Katie's ass before standing up straight. As I did, Katie, 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'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 Katie. 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 Katie 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, Katie 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 Katie 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!" Katie 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?" Amanda asked. "You were gone awhile."

Before I could reply, Katie spoke up.

"There was some jerkoff back there being a dick. Kinda delayed things." she said.

"Oh." Amanda 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 Katie, and noticed her evil smile. We had gotten away with something here, something we had no right to get away with. Looking at Katie, 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 Elise. He was pointing at us angrily, and Elise was listening and nodding. Finally, she made her way over to us, bill in hand. But I wasn't worried. Elise 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 Katie with a smile, and simply set the check down.

"Thanks for coming guys!" Elise said. "I was glad to have you."

"Oh. Thanks." Amanda replied. 

I reached for the check, but before I could, Katie beat me to it.

"I'll get it." Katie said. Amanda looked at her sister, flummoxed.

"What?" Amanda said. "What happened to my sister? What happened to the Katie I know? You never pay." 

"First of all, fuck you." Katie said. "Secondly, I had a good time. I can pay... but don't get used to it."

Katie reached into her designer bag and pulled out her wallet. Making a show of it, Katie 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?" Amanda asked.

"My boyfriend knows how to treat a girl right. He knows enough to keep her bank account, and other things, well filled." Katie replied.

"Eww, sis." Amanda said. "When are we gonna meet this mystery guy anyway?"

"In time." Katie said. "I'm sure you'll like him." she added, glancing up at me.

Katie 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." Katie added with a smile. Just as she did, Elise appeared next to us, and Katie handed her the bill.

"Keep the change." Katie said, as if dismissing her.

"Thanks!" Elise replied.

Minutes later, I was driving home with Katie and Amanda. Amanda's plan was to unload stuff and then drive Katie home, but somehow I knew things wouldn't be so simple. With Katie, it never was.