# When Kate sets her sight’s on Tessa’s husband, she finds out that she might have bitten off more than she can chew.
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I’ve been watching you watching me. I caught you staring when you think your wife doesn’t notice … and I think sometimes when she DOES. But you’re not the only one staring and watching. Whenever the 3 of us go anywhere together, I watch both of you touching each other – flirting – giggling – blushing like a couple of high school kids in love. I’m jealous and I want that. I want you. I want to be her – to have that sexy firm body of hers.
I constantly watch your hands slide over her waist and narrow hips and I can imagine her getting wet at your touch. I find myself rubbing my own ample stomach and hips and catch your eye. I see a hunger there. Maybe you want to feel how soft I am.
Over the last couple of weeks, we’ve gotten a little more bold with our shared looks. And Tessa has definitely noticed. Everything comes to a head when we get back to your house after dinner one night. I had left my car at your house ahead of time and rode with you both there. On the way TO dinner, I had noticed you watching me in the rearview mirror – trying to peek up my dress. I made it easy for you, spreading my legs a little, trying not to make it too obvious. I can see you smirk. She must have noticed too because her face turns red and she gets quite. At dinner everything seems fine. Before we leave, I excuse myself to the bathroom and then meet you back at the car. As you’re helping me into the back seat, I slip my black lace panties into your pocket and slide in.
Halfway back to your house, I spread my legs apart again while casually gossiping with Tessa. I can see your eyes darting back and forth between the road and my opening thighs as my dress rides higher and higher up. I get a little braver and pull the top of my dress lower to better showcase my breasts that are dying to escape. You actually miss the turn to your street and when Tessa looks at you, she sees me. She immediately turns red with rage and starts yelling at both of us as we pull into your drive way.
“Tessa, calm down, I’m just a little drunk and I can’t help flirting with such an attractive man!” – Tessa becomes even more enraged and she lowers her voice to a menacing tone “You both better get in that house so the neighbors don’t see me kill you both in the driveway. We follow her as she storms inside, you trying to calm her while I’m getting even more frustrated with her overreaction. “I was just trying to give him a little show .. by his reaction, it’s been a while since you’ve gotten him that worked up.”
Tessa turns around and before I can even register what’s happening, I hear a loud CRACK as she slaps me hard across my face. “Oh, did I hit a nerve? Feel better now?” I chuckle. I hear you gasp behind me as Tessa launches herself at me, grabbing at my hair and dress and trying to pull me down to the ground “I’m gonna kill you, Kate – you fucking slut!”
I may be thicker but she takes me by surprise and her more athletic build overpowers me as we both tumble to the floor. But she’s not the only one slapping and pulling hair now. “Hey maybe if you were this rough in the bedroom, your husband wouldn’t be staring at my tits all the time.” I keep throwing insults at her, enraging her more and more as we both struggle to gain control of the other. She lands another hard blow with her hand across my face and while I’m dazed, she gains the upper hand and straddles me. Her dress rides up her hips, and as she throws her leg over me, her red thong is completely exposed which reminds me that my panties are still in your pocket and my dress in riding up dangerously high at this point. I look around the room to see where you are and find you leaning against the nearby wall – just watching, not making a move to stop either of us. She follows my gaze and sees you too. I take my chance and pull her hair. HARD. I try to slap her across her face but she manages to lean out of the way and my hand lands on the shoulder of her dress instead. I yank it down, pinning her arm to her side and exposing half of her bra. She awkwardly tries to straighten herself as I wiggle beneath her, trying to escape.
I’m not having much luck, only managing to make my dress ride higher. I can now feel the cold floor underneath my wide bare ass. Tessa is scooted up to my belly now thanks to my struggle and she slaps my breast, making it jiggle. I grunt in pain and let go of her hair so that I can yank the other shoulder of her dress down and trap her other arm. While she’s distracted, trying to cover her exposed bra, I roll suddenly – knocking her off of me and onto the floor. She’s face down, ass almost as completely exposed as mine with her tiny thong. I scramble over and once again bury a hand in her hair. I take my chance and slap her ass as hard as I can, watching in jiggle and taking delight in knowing she’s going to have a nice red hand print on that fine tight ass of hers. I try to hold her in place and she gets her knees under her, trying to get leverage. “I think you must like this” I say as I smack her ass again. She yelps and slips a little. My hand was already in the process of delivering another blow when she slipped. Instead of leaving a nice matching handprint on the other cheek, my palm makes contact with her pussy. Her surprisingly wet pussy. I start laughing and spank her hard again and then pull her thong up her ass, making it dig into her pussy “Wow… guess maybe he hasn’t been doing his job either by the looks of things.”
I try to knock her legs wider to give you a better view of your wife’s red ass but I got cocky and loosened my hold on her hair without realizing it. Tessa had been apparently biding her time. She had managed to pull her arms free from the shoulders of her dress and bra straps and pushed up on her hands and knees, her firm breasts slipping out of the cups of her bra as she did so. I get distracted by her swinging breasts and she shoves into me with her whole body, once again sending both of us sprawling. Tessa is clawing at me, pulling at anything she can. She manages to grab a handful of fabric and I hear a loud RIP as she splits open the front of my dress. I feel her fingernails rake my skin – she’s not going to be the only one with marks from this fight, apparently.
We’re both starting to struggle to catch our breath at this point. I get a hand free and slap her tits hard repeatedly – watching them bounce into each other – taunting me as her nipples get hard in the cool air in the room. She slaps my bare thigh, surprising me. I retaliate by grabbing one of those taunting tits, digging my fingernails in. She moans. I can’t see her face to see if its from pleasure or pain but both prospects make me tingle and I can feel my pulse in my pussy. I ease up on my grip only to move my fingertips to her erect nipple and pinch it hard. I feel her whole body tense against mine as I wrap one of my supple legs around her, trying to pin her against me.
She wiggles further down, tearing my dress the rest of the way and pulling my bra along with her. My large breasts are finally freed and I seize the opportunity – pulling her in tight against me so that her face is buried between them. I can feel my pussy rubbing against her now bare skin, her dress and bra bunched together high on her waist. I shimmy my shoulders, causing my boobs to jiggle and bounce against her face. She surprises me by biting down on my breast and it’s my turn to yelp! I grind my pussy against her harder and try to pull her away by her hair. She changes her angle and takes my nipple in her mouth. I tense, expecting her to bite again …. Which she does… but then she starts sucking and I go from struggling to catch my breath from the struggle, to panting. I realize that I still have a hand on her breast and I start flicking her nipple, my other hand pinned under her side grabs hold of her hip, digging my fingers in. She raises her head with a cocky smile “Kate, you need to learn your place. You aren’t in charge here, bitch. I am.”
With that, she rolls on top of me, straddling my stomach and using her knees to pin down my arms. She grabs my face and makes sure I’m making eye contact with her before leaning down close “If you’re going to act like a slut, I’m going to make you cum like one, Kate.” She turns my head roughly in your direction. You’re still quite – your face flushed and you breathing almost as heavy as ours. Even at this angle, I can see how hard you are and as I watch, you reach down and start rubbing yourself through your pants.
A sharp twist of my nipple brings my focus back to Tessa. While I was watching you, she had taken her dress and bra off – I can see them on the floor beside us. I look up at her, drinking her all in. Her breast are out in full glory, nipples almost as hard as mine. My pulse races as I watch her – naked expect that tiny thong. She slaps my breasts again and giggles as she watches them bounce. She starts rubbing her pussy up and down my stomach. With her left hand, she grabs onto my breast and pinches my nipple between her thumb and pointer finger. With her right, she reaches behind her and shoves my legs open.
Without pause or warning, I feel her slap my pussy hard and I jolt and groan “That’s for early” she says before giving me a more gentle slap. I know that her hand is wet now. She wastes no more time and plunges two fingers deep inside me, her middle and ring finger curling up and I jolt as she finds my g-spot almost immediately.
I try to raise my hips and push her off, but that just gives her better leverage and we both know it. I feel shame and excitement building in me and I know that I’m not going to be able to resist cumming for long. She feels it too and once again slaps me across my face and pushes my head so that I’m staring at you. “I want him to see you cum. He couldn’t stop staring at your pussy and wanting to be inside it. But your pussy is mine now. Cum like the slut you are, Kate.”
I gasp and shudder – my eyes locked on you and she fingers me roughly. Your gripping your cock tightly through your pants and I want to see it but can barely form a thought much less words as my vision narrows. With one last slap across my tit, I cum harder than I ever have in my life. I can feel a gush between my thighs, drenching Tessa’s hand as she continues to pump her fingers in and out of me through the orgasm. She finally eases up and I’m a puddle beneath her. She grabs my face with her right hand, dripping in my own juices. She rubs her thumb over my lips and then shoves her fingers in my mouth, making me taste myself while she leans in close again. “I told you I was in charge. Don’t forget it again.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mqya6u/kate_wants_tessas_husband