(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-in-law'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-in-law again I noticed something about her. Her smooth skin was glowing. Her nipples were throbbing underneath her blouse. Her fingers were moving, twitching. Her leg was bouncing lightly as she stood. She licked her lips in need. She looked like a junkie in need of a fix. She needed to feed her addiction. Her body was practically pulsing, throbbing with need. It was clear to everyone around what she needed.
Katie needed to get fucked.
"How was the flight?" I asked my wife, turning away from her slut sister.
