Chapter 1

I hadn’t been particularly pleased when my husband, Steven, had asked if his friend Kevin could stay at our house for a month. Kevin had apparently lost his job, and the bank had seized his house. He was completely broke and my husband really wanted to help him out.

“No,” I said. “If Kevin can’t hold down a job, that’s his problem. He’s not freeloading off me.”

I didn’t have a problem with Kevin. He was a nice guy, and he was easy on the eyes, so I had always been ok with him visiting. He didn’t have the gorgeous big biceps of my husband, and I’d definitely married the hotter, more successful of the two friends. But he was equally tall at around 6 foot 2, and when we’d relax in my pool, I didn’t mind checking out his smooth, sexy chest. Kevin always had women hitting on him, except when he hung out with my husband, who always took the spotlight. Only after a woman struck out with my husband, him preaching his loyalty to me, they would move on to the consolation prize and go home with Kevin.

My husband was cautious as he continued to probe, seeing if there was any chance of changing my mind about letting Kevin stay. He didn’t want to run the risk of aggravating me and being forced to spend the next few nights in the guest room - but he wanted to test the waters and see if he could convince me to help out his buddy.

I was lying along my white leather couch, glass of wine in hand, my baby blue silk nightgown wrapped around me. My long, tanned legs contrasted against the white leather, my feet in my husband’s lap. He was giving me a foot massage, just how I liked it. One of his strong hands kneading my sole, the other running lovingly across the top of my pretty ankle.

“Kevin would have to earn his keep,” my husband reasoned, “Doing chores and so forth.”

I thought for a moment. The idea of having the attractive Kevin taking care of the housework was appealing. But I shook my head. The answer was still no.

“He’ll have Peta with him… And she’d have to respect the rules of the woman of the house…”

I smiled as I raised an eyebrow at the mention of Peta’s name. He had my interest.

“Peta from the bar?”

He nodded.

I had never met Peta, but I’d heard about her. My husband, as per my rules, always told me about the girls that hit on him, only to be declined before they turned their attentions to Kevin. I recalled that he’d told me about Peta a couple of months ago. I remember scoffing.

“What kind of name is Peta?” I’d laughed.

Peta had been particularly aggressive in her pursuit of my husband that night, refusing to take no for an answer. My husband had repeatedly declined her until she FINALLY began to flirt with the single, more obtainable Kevin.

“Didn’t know they were dating,” I said. But my mind was already at work. The bitch who - despite my husband’s wedding ring, had chased him anyway, being rejected multiple times - living under MY rules? Aha! I’d have the bitch calling me ‘ma’am’ scrubbing my floors in a maid’s uniform by the time the month was over.

My husband knew I was considering his request, and he lifted my leg, gently kissing it, moving his lips to my ankles.

“Queen Elena,” he said between kisses as he worked his way up my leg, “With a flirty little bitch AND her boyfriend… Owing you for your hospitality… Living under your rules… Doing your… Bidding… Serving you…”

He looked up at me as he reached my inner thigh, studying me to see if I was on board.

“How much prettier than her am I?” I asked, looking down my body at him, eyebrow raised. 

“No competition,” he smiled, “You’re superior to her… In every… Single… Way.”

His kisses up my thigh won me over.

I ran my fingers through his hair.

“Make sure they know that it’s my house, my rules,” I said assertively as my husband began to use his incredibly talented tongue to pleasure me.

My full breasts began to heave as my husband worked his magic, a smile on my face as I imagined this girl, wondering what she looked like, thoroughly enjoying the idea of having her at my beck and call.

I was dressed to impress on the day they were to move in. I wanted little miss Peta to understand her position immediately. Of course, my husband had rejected her - his wife was smarter, richer, hotter, more successful - and now totally in charge of her. I wore tall black heels that had me standing at least 6 foot tall, and a stunning little yellow dress that showed off both my ample cleavage and my long, shapely legs.

And when I looked out of the window to see Kevin and Peta making their way up my driveway with their suitcases hand in hand, I smiled. My husband was right. Peta was simply no match for me.  

I studied her. She was my equal in terms of breast size, but I guessed she was barely 5 foot 3, meaning I was much better proportioned. Her face might rival mine for prettiness, too, with a big gorgeous smile. But that’s where the comparisons ended. Like me, she had the deadly combination of dark hair and piercing blue eyes, but my hair was perfect as it gathered around my shoulders. All my friends said I had “rich-bitch hair”, never a single strand out of place, whereas Peta’s simply didn’t have the same luxurious look and shine. She did have a nice, flat stomach, showed off by her white boob-tube - but it was no better than mine - and rather than being encased in my flawlessly tanned skin, hers was pure white. She looked like she’d never spent a day in the sun. I glanced down. Peta wore tiny denim shorts - and I wasn’t sure why. I mean, sure, her thighs were thick and milky, calves with a nice definition… but no man was looking twice at those legs if someone like me was around.  

“Basic bitch,” I chuckled as my studying of her concluded with me growing at her floral flat sandals that looked like she got them from Target for $10.

“Hi Elena, thanks so much for this,” Kevin said, giving me a friendly hug and a quick peck on the cheek.

Peta took that opportunity to push past me.

“Steven!!!” she exclaimed, skipping over to him. “Thank you so much for having us!”

Kevin and I watched Peta wrap her arms around my husband. She rose up on her tippy toes, pressing her lips to his cheek, her body pressed right into his.  

I glanced at Kevin with a “what the fuck?” look on my face as her kiss on my husband’s cheek lingered. Kevin didn’t seem to notice that it was an unusually long cheek kiss, nor did he seem to notice the way Peta ran her hands over my husband’s arms as she unravelled herself from the hug.

Peta had been in my house less than thirty seconds and I already hated her.

I walked over, an annoyed look on my face. Time to show her who’s boss.

I extended my hand. “I’m Elena,” I said assertively.

Little Peta looked down at my hand, screwed up her nose, and said, “Mmhm.”

She turned back to my husband.

“I left my suitcase just outside the door there. Be a sweetie and grab it for me?”

As my husband moved to fetch her suitcase, Peta turned to me and smiled.  

“Such a gentleman,” she said, quickly turning away. As she turned, she flicked her dark hair, and it hit me right in the chin.

I was stunned. Everyone knew that was my move. Countless skanks at bars who drew my ire caught my gorgeous locks in their face as I turned. And because I did it to be a bitch, I knew damn well Peta hadn’t done it accidentally!

Peta sauntered over to her boyfriend, kissing him, turning, backing up into him, Kevin’s arms wrapping around her as my husband said “I’ll take this up to your room”. She grinned and reached up, grazing his face with her thumb.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

I swore I saw my husband blush. But I took a deep breath. He was just being a good host.

“Look,” I said, taking control of the situation, “This is going to be an adjustment for all of us, so I want to lay down some ground rules.”

Peta, still wrapped in Kevin’s arms, just smiled.

“It’s Saturday, Elena. Let’s just enjoy the day. We can chat about rules later. What do you think, babe?”

“Sounds good to me,” Kevin said, kissing her neck.

“What about you, Steven?” she said as my husband reappeared. “Should we talk rules or hang out by the pool and get to know each other a bit?”

Steven looked at me, giving a little shrug. “I could go for a beer by the pool.”

Now I was really pissed off. Steven opened four beers, and we made our way outside. I grabbed my dark Gucci sunglasses, pulled them over my eyes, and laid down on one of the sun loungers. 

“Well, I’m taking a swim. Coming, Elena?”

I didn’t give her a response, just scowling behind my glasses.

“Suit yourself,” she shrugged, pulling her denim shorts off, then pulling off her boob tube over her head.

She posed there for a second, looking down at me. I had to admit she wore that black string bikini well. It barely contained her breasts, and the dark material seemed to make her white skin look less pasty and more like untouched, pure milky silk. I scanned her body for any kind of blemish, but there was none to be found. Other than lacking any hint of a tan, Peta’s skin was flawless.  

I wasn’t jealous of Peta - I was the physically superior woman by far - but I was frustrated that she wasn’t as basic as I first thought and that despite her inferiority, she exuded the confidence of a woman who had the world at her feet. And she was about to infuriate me further. As she turned, I scowled at her curvy, silky-skin-clad ass when the little bitch had tossed her slippers towards me and one of them landed perfectly on my face.

I was about to get up and tear her hair out, but my husband came over, sitting next to me on the sun lounger as Peta hurried away, giggling and playfully teasing her boyfriend into the pool.

“I know she’s being a bit… much,” my husband said, “But tonight, we’ll put them both in their place. We’ll make sure they know who runs this household.”

“You better,” I snapped, “Or Kevin and his skank are both out of here.” My husband nodded but smiled. 

“Use the day to do what you do best, baby,” he said to me. “Get to know her so you know her weaknesses, then use them against her. Nobody is better than you at that.”

He always knew just what to say.

“Elenaaaaa, it’s so beautiful in here,” she sang, Kevin’s arms around her. “Stop being such an uptight bitch and come in.”

I could feel my anger simmering.  

“Let’s go swimming,” I snarled at my husband. 

In a few minutes’ time, little miss Peta would regret that comment and would certainly regret coaxing me into the pool. I’d never met a man who didn’t drool over my bikini body - and in a few moments, Peta would have to feel her boyfriend’s hard-on as he saw me at my absolute best.

I gave her a killer smirk as I stood in my designer dress, walking into the house.

I admired myself in the mirror after I’d changed into my gold Dior triangle bikini.

I enjoyed knowing that Peta’s man would be undoubtedly checking me out in a bikini that cost more than him and his stupid bitch owned between them.

When I returned to the backyard, my husband was in the pool, the three joking with each other, splashing around. And just as I’d wanted, the two men silenced themselves as I strutted toward the pool. My husband always said this was his favourite bikini, and clearly Kevin approved, too.

I smirked at Peta as I slowly walked down the steps of the pool into the water. For the first time since she arrived, Peta had finally shut the fuck up. I resisted the urge to taunt her instead of just enjoying the silent admiration of my husbands and our new guests.

Finally, Peta found her tongue again. “Could have brought us some fresh drinks on your way out.”

I frowned at her. “If you want a drink, fetch it yourself. And serve me one while you’re at it.”

The men were silent as Peta and I silently challenged each other. Then, slowly, Peta grinned. She pressed down on Kevin’s shoulders, and as he sunk under the water, she sat on his shoulders. Kevin rose, holding onto Peta’s legs, the bikini-clad girl above him.

“I challenge you,” she said playfully, “to Queen of the hill. Loser fetches the drinks.”

Was she serious? It was a stupid game we used to play as kids. You’d each get up on someone’s shoulders, then you’d try to topple each other off their partner’s shoulders. The first to hit the water was the loser.

“I’m not playing some stupid game against you for who serves the drinks, Peta. I’m not getting the drinks. You are.”

I was getting angrier and angrier as she laughed. “Oh Steven, your wife is soooo uptight.”

Then she sucked me in.

“Let’s raise the stakes then. If you win, I’ll not only fetch the drinks… I’ll sit down and listen to the rules you’re so desperate to talk about.”

Now she had my interest.

“And if you win?” I asked.

“You fetch the drinks,” she smirked, adding, “And I get your bikini. We’re the same chest size and I just know it would look amazing on me.”

“You’re on,” I snapped.

I knew we’d win. I mean - look at my husband’s arms! He was much stronger than Kevin. And with my significant height advantage over Peta, I’d be able to grab her and pull her off Kevin’s shoulders before she could even reach me! And so, my husband sunk under the water as I sat on his shoulders.

We eyed each other off, the boys laughing playfully, seemingly unaware that their women were glaring daggers at each other above them.

Straight away, I used my superior reach to grab her by her shoulders, immediately trying to pull her off her man’s shoulders. But I realised immediately that my move wasn’t going to work. The shorter, thicker girl had a lower centre of gravity, and I wasn’t going to be able to simply pull her down. Fortunately, my attempt to pull her off had her telling Kevin to get closer. I smirked as Kevin moved within reach of my husband’s strong arms. My husband released my legs and began to wrestle with Kevin. He was pushing Kevin down, and soon, his best buddy would be under the water, Peta sinking with him, my husband and me victorious.

But as Kevin was brought down by my husband, his shoulders and therefore Peta almost under the water, it brought Peta’s breasts level with my husband’s face.

“Don’t you think they’ll look spectacular in your wife’s bikini?” she teased.

The little bitch had gotten my husband’s attention for long enough for Kevin to escape my husband’s strong arms. He moved around and wrapped both his arms and legs around my husband. Steven couldn’t move, arms by his side, restricted by Kevin’s hold, his arms not supporting my legs.  

Peta reached forward and grabbed my hair, pulling sidewards, right off my husband’s shoulders. I grabbed my husband’s head with my ankles, but my body weight was now pressed against Peta. She instructed her boyfriend to retreat, and as he released Steven and took two steps back, I was suspended in the air above the pool… Ankles around my husband’s neck, face humiliatingly falling into my rival’s chest.

“Oh Elena, that’s cute, but you should worship my breasts AFTER I put your bikini on,” she laughed.

I snarled as the two men laughed with her, neither seeming to realise how serious Peta and I were.

She pulled her breasts back slowly, releasing my hair, and I started to go down into the water. And once I was low enough, she smirked at me and managed to step on my face before she finally let go of my hair, making me fall.

When I resurfaced, my hair soaked and my makeup ruined, I was flummoxed to the fact I lost to this curvy bitch and the curvy bitch was celebrating on her boyfriend’s shoulders.

“I won Elena’s bikini, I won Elena’s bikini!” she sang, clapping her hands together.

She jumped down off Kevin’s shoulders into his arms, kissing him, arms around his neck. My husband didn’t seem to think our loss was a big deal, but I hated that the winning couple were now having a celebration make-out session in our pool.

“Elena, our drinks. Chop chop,” she teased.

My husband saw how furious I looked and said he’d get them. But Peta said “No - Elena lost and fetching our drinks was part of the bet. Go on, waitress. I’ll take a cocktail.”

Kevin laughed, and even my husband found it hard to stifle a chuckle. I had no choice, getting out of the pool and walking towards the house.

“Oh, Elena? I’ll take my new bikini when you come back.”

The boys laughed. They had no understanding of how humiliating it was to have to present this no-money bitch with my prized bikini. No understanding of the fact that this bikini was an exclusive Dior product that even a woman of my stature had to go on a waiting list to acquire. It was like a piece of art you wear! But I suspected that the little bitch knew exactly what that bikini was worth.

I changed first, into a long white designer dress that brushed along the floor as I walked. I prepared the drinks - cocktails for me and that little bitch, beers for the boys. I carried the drink tray in one hand, my lovely gold bikini in the other.

When I returned to the backyard, Peta was lying on my sun lounger in Kevin’s arms. My husband sat nearby, listening attentively as the bubbly, curvy brunette told some story.

“I’ve got tired of waiting. Next time be faster, bitch,” she giggled, the boys laughing. I gave them their beers, then served Peta her cocktail. She held out her hand, wiggling her fingers.

“Gimme my trophy, loser girl,” she smirked.

Oh, how I scowled as I dropped my bikini into her open hand. Her smirk was killing me as she looked up at me. All snuggled up to Kevin, she said, “I think you’ll enjoy taking this off my body tonight, babe?”

“Hell yes,” he said, kissing her neck.

Seeing us like this, me serving drinks, my husband sitting near Peta’s feet while she and Kevin snuggled, you’d have thought this was their house, and WE were the guests. 

As Peta turned in Kevin’s arms, the two passionately kissing, I looked at my husband. His eyes were locked on the couple, and I read his facial expression. Jealousy. At that moment, he would have loved to be Kevin, making out with the fun, bubbly, charismatic, busty Peta.

His obvious jealousy of Kevin had my anger simmering even more. I was the one married to the alpha here! Kevin was broke, and though attractive, was certainly not as hot as my husband. Watching Kevin draw envy from my husband, knowing that with the help of his girlfriend, he’d outwrestled my husband in the pool, I was boiling with fury. Peta and Kevin were going to learn their place. Tonight!

It had been an awkward afternoon. Kevin and Peta were all over each other. I scowled a lot and my husband looked worried - he knew he was in trouble with me and that made him extremely uneasy. It seemed like we were out there by that pool forever, but eventually, the sun began to set, and we headed inside.

It was time to take control.

“Alright,” I said, “We’ve had a fun afternoon. Now - my house rules.”

Peta yawned. “Ok, ok. We’ll listen to your rules. But first - I’ve been in this bikini all day. Can I get changed first?”

Frankly, I wanted her to get changed. I was sick of her damn bikini body.

“I’ll allow it,” I said.

With her gone, I tried to tell the boys a story - but I just didn’t hold their attention like Peta did. She was just so charismatic! By the time Peta returned, the boys were shooting pool.

“How do I look?”

Silence. My husband shuffled nervously. Kevin walked over to her like he was hypnotised. 

“Oh, baby… You’re a goddess,” he breathed.

I stared at her. Yes, I had the better body. But that gold Dior bikini of mine looked tailor-made for her curves and milky white skin.

She twirled, then leapt into Kevin’s arms, kissing him while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Let’s go to bed right now,” Kevin breathed to her, and he placed her feet back on the ground. 

But Peta wasn’t done having fun. She started strutting around the room, doing a freaking Elena impersonation. Unfortunately, she was a great impersonator. She had my voice perfectly, my walk, my poses.

“Hi, I’m Elena. I’m a Queen Bee rich bitch and I just loooove myself,” she mimicked. She posed, one leg bent, the other straight, a hand on her hip - my trademark pose.  

“I’m soooooo hot that I wear designer dresses by the pool. Everyone’s having fun but I’m a stuck-up rich bitch and all I do is scowl and pout.”

My husband just couldn’t resist joining Kevin in raucous laughter. They found Peta’s spot-on impersonation to be hilarious.

“Stop having fun, everyone. I want to talk about my rules,” she continued in a voice that could easily be mistaken for my own.  

She turned on the Bluetooth speaker, starting to sway her hips to the tunes. Kevin couldn’t join his bikini-clad girlfriend quick enough, dancing with her. I was beyond angry and was about to turn the speaker off. But I realised that’s exactly what Peta wanted. She wanted me to be the boring fun police, while she was the exciting life of the party. Well - I’d just have to beat her at her own game.

I took my husband’s hand and began to dance with him. I’d always been a talented dancer, and if Kevin and Peta had momentarily stolen my husband’s attention, I’d now won it back. I could feel his cock stiffening in his swim shorts as I grinded against him.  

Finally, Peta, clad in MY bikini, was threatened. I saw it in her eyes. We both knew that despite her bubbly character and above-average body, I was physically superior - and with my body moving to the music, she knew she couldn’t compete. Even with her bikini body on display, me in my dress was the centre of attention, and when I reached for Kevin’s hand, pulling him towards me, I knew I finally had Peta where I wanted her. I smirked at her as I danced between the two men.

She looked down at the ground, and there was her foot standing on my dress.

“Get off it,” I growled.

“What?” she said innocently.

“Get your foot off my dress right now, Peta.” We all stopped dancing, Peta making a show of looking down at her foot.

“Oh geez, I’m sooooo sorry, Elena... I didn’t realise.” My anger boiled over.

“Move your fucking foot right now,” I yelled.

And just like that, Peta reached out a hand and pushed me, causing me to stumble back. I shrieked as I heard the rip - my dress splitting apart at the seams, leaving me exposed in basic, even boring bra and panties. I wrapped my arms around myself, embarrassed that Kevin and Peta would see me like that.

“Ooooh, poor Steven. By the looks of it, Elena wasn’t giving you any tonight,” she teased, Kevin laughing.

Peta looked pleased with herself as she sauntered up to Kevin, giving him a long, sexy kiss.

“My man is definitely getting some, though,” she purred.

As Peta and Kevin began to kiss their way toward the guest room, I stormed toward my room, my husband right behind me. We got into bed, my husband trying to cuddle me, but I slapped his arm away.  

“I’ll tell them tomorrow they can’t stay,” he said quietly.

But I wasn’t having that. Peta had enjoyed a triumphant day in MY house, and as I laid in bed, furious at my husband for finding the rude little bitch so hilarious, the sound of Peta celebrating her day was filtering through my walls, making me all the more determined to teach her a lesson.

“Ohhh, Kevin, ohhh, mmmm, yeah…”

I had never been angrier, forced to lay there and listen to this horrible little bitch having sex in my house while my husband and I were arguing.

“Don’t tell them to leave,” I said angrily. “That little bitch isn’t going anywhere until she learns her place.”

I was sure that tomorrow, little miss Peta would be taught a lesson by me.

And so we lay there in silence, falling asleep to the sounds of Kevin and Peta making love.  


Chapter 2

It was a new day, and I’d woken up determined to bring little miss Peta under my control. This was MY house. Of course, I could have thrown her and Kevin out. But that would mean I’d have to acknowledge to myself that I’d failed - I’d been unable to take control of my two house guests who were completely reliant on me! Without me, they had nothing, so it really shouldn’t be that hard to assert my authority over them.

I headed downstairs when I heard the sound of my treadmill in the gym area we’d created. I peered in. Peta.

She had her hair tied back. Tiny bicycle shorts on. White trainers. A black sports bra. Her headphones were in her ears as she jogged on the treadmill, little beads of sweat on her blemish-free, milky-white skin. She saw me, slowing her jog to a walk, pulling out her headphones and walking towards me with a big smile.

“Elena,” she greeted me warmly. “I realise I annoyed you yesterday. I hope I didn’t come off as unappreciative. I really do appreciate you letting us stay with you for a while.”

Before I could say anything, Peta was right in front of me, wrapping her surprisingly strong arms around me and pulling me in for a hug.

I don’t even know how to describe the feeling! I’d come down to do battle with the little bitch, and here she was, sugary sweet, disarming me with her big smile and now wrapping me up, her sweaty body pressed into mine. There was just something about it… I couldn’t bring myself to push her off me as her sweat transferred onto my body, her sweet perfume infiltrating my nose, my body held captive by hers.

The much shorter Peta leant up on her tippy toes, purring in my ear.

“I’m gonna take a shower.”

She planted a soft little kiss on my cheek, unwrapped her arms from around me, and skipped away.

It wasn’t the start to the day I was looking for. Peta in the shower having already completed a workout, me standing there with her sweat drying on my body.

I headed back toward my own bedroom, keen to shower myself and get her sweat off me.

“Grrrr,” I grumbled as I saw that Peta had kicked off her white trainers and socks on her way to the bathroom, leaving them in the middle of the floor. I simply couldn’t stand a mess - leaving clothes laying around was a big no-no in my house! I picked up her shoes and socks. And as soon as I did, it had me burning with anger again. I was walking up my own stairs with her sweaty socks and shoes in my hand.

I passed the bathroom, hearing the running water, and approached the guest room door, placing her shoes and socks at the door, when suddenly the door flew open.

“Oh hi, Elena. I was just going to join Peta in the shower.”

I looked up to see Kevin in nothing but his trunks. And even though I’d always found Kevin attractive - not as hot as my husband, but certainly nice to look at - he’d never looked as good as he did at that moment.

I tore my eyes away, my mind now going to Peta’s moans the previous night. I’d wondered if they were exaggerated just to piss me off - but now I was sure they weren’t. I had no doubt that Kevin fully satisfied his bitchy girlfriend.

I stood.

“Elena,” he said slowly, looking down at the sneakers and socks. “I love Peta with all my heart. But Steven’s my best mate and I feel it’s the right thing to do to warn you…”

I stared at him.

“She always gets her way, Elena. I know she doesn’t seem all that smart, but she is. Picking up her shoes and socks is just the start. If you let her, she’ll have you serving her breakfast in bed within a week.”

I nodded.  

“This is the only warning I’m going to give you,” he said. “Consider it my thanks for letting us stay here. Obviously I hope she does get her way,” he chuckled, “I sure wouldn’t mind my girl taking control of this big beautiful house…” He smiled before walking past me, and I soon heard the excited shrieks of Peta as her boyfriend joined her in the shower.

I made my way to the bedroom, telling Steven about my interaction with Kevin. He opened his arms, and I fell onto the bed, Steven cuddling me.

“Babe, don’t worry. We all know you’re the better woman. I’m sure you’ll have Peta under your thumb in no time.”

I nodded, my husband breathing in deeply.

“Mmm, you smell great,” he whispered. I groaned.

“It’s Peta,” I said.

He looked at me.  

“I smell of Peta,” I said, getting out of the bed and heading into our shower.

So now I knew I wasn’t imagining things. Peta WAS a bitch, and she wanted power. Well - I’d make sure that didn’t happen!

When I headed back downstairs, my husband was making coffee and Peta was already bouncing into the kitchen, that “I just had great shower sex” glow about her.

“Such a good host,” she said to him, smiling as she took a coffee that I’m sure wasn’t meant for her. “Kevin will be down in a minute. Be a sweetie and make him one, too.”

And so when Kevin emerged and sat on the couch, he got a coffee prepared by my husband.

Steven couldn’t see it! Kevin was living in his house, having sex in the bedroom and shower while my husband dealt with his cranky wife, had outwrestled him in the pool, and now Steven was serving him coffee. He was slowly taking the Alpha Male status away from my husband… but all Steven could see was that Kevin was his best buddy and he was simply being a good host.

Now, with everyone sipping coffee, would be a good time to finally talk about the rules I wanted in place for our new living arrangements… but I needed time to think. Kevin’s warning was in my head, and I knew I needed to tread carefully to bring Peta under control. So when she suggested that we head over to the beach, I quickly agreed. It would give me time to plan exactly how I was going to deal with her. 

She wore a little white dress with cute floral sandals, while I wore a short skirt and a loose top over my white bikini. I was silent as we walked across to the beach, Peta entertaining the two men with her bubbly personality.  

“I’m sooooo going to love living this close to the beach,” she said excitedly as our feet touched the sand.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” I said. “It’s only temporary.”

She ignored me, instead lifting her dress off, turning to smirk at me, my prized bikini on her body.

“Does it look as good on me as it feels?” she asked, Kevin kissing her.  

“You’re so hot, babe.”

I pulled off my own clothes, laying face down on the sand, my husband reaching into our beach bag to produce the suntan lotion. For a minute, I could forget about Peta. I could just enjoy the warm sun, the sound of the crashing waves, my husband’s strong hands massaging the lotion into my back as he sat on my ass.

Peta flopped down onto the sand. She turned her body to face me and then began to stretch her legs out. My eyes opened wide with horror as the creamy, high-arched soles of little miss Peta filled my vision. She stopped them just a few inches from my face, wiggling her toes and giggling.

“Get your fucking feet away from my face, Peta,” I growled.

She smirked.

“What’s that? Get my fucking feet onto your face? My pleasure!”

Before I could say another word, Peta extended her leg, a foot pressing right into my face - toes on my forehead - heel on my chin as she laughed heartily, the two boys chuckling.

“Get the fuck off me,” I screamed at my husband, who, despite his laughs, knew I was serious.

Peta removed her foot just long enough for me to see her wink at Kevin, who pressed his hand to my husband’s shoulders just as my husband went to get up.

“Ahhh, stay there, buddy - it’s good to see our women getting to know each other.”

The laughs of Kevin and Peta somehow gave my husband the impression we were all just having fun and playing around, though Peta’s evil smirk said she knew EXACTLY what she was doing. With my body immobilised by my own husband, Peta could take her time. She began to trace her toe all over my face, grinning from ear to ear. 

She shuffled forward, now placing one foot behind my head to hold it in place, smothering my face with her other foot.

I began to stop struggling as the silky soft sole of Peta’s foot massaged itself into my face. My eyes were covered by the ball of her foot, the world dark, Peta’s foot and my face apparently the perfect match.

“Mmmm, that feels great,” she sighed as she kept pressing her foot to my face.

My face massaged her foot for maybe fifteen seconds, but it felt like maybe fifteen minutes.

“I’ll stop if you ask me nicely,” she said, the boys roaring with laughter.

Part of me wanted her to continue. As great as her feet felt getting a massage from my face, secretly my face felt just as good… Peta’s soles were heavenly soft and I didn’t hate the feeling over them on me. But I wanted the humiliation to stop. She had her feet on my face with passers-by, no doubt seeing the scene, both my husband and her boyfriend laughing.

“Please stop,” I said.

She adjusted her foot, placing her big toe on my bottom lips.

“Say pretty please, Princess Peta,” she teased, running her toe across my lip.

I whispered what she wanted to hear.

“Pretty please, Princess Peta.”

She pulled her feet away, smiling in total triumph. The boys thought it was all a game, but Peta knew better.  

Having your feet on another woman’s face was a total power move. I had the advantage over her given it was my house she was living in, but she’d just put a massive dent in that advantage. She could see the sudden uncertainty in my eyes, my confidence having just taken a huge hit, and she was ready to press home her advantage.

“I’m sorry, Elena,” she smiled, “That was really bitchy of me. Let me make it up to you by giving you a massage.”

I wasn’t thinking clearly. She’d stripped away my ability to think tactically. In my mind, having her massaging me right there on the beach was a good way to take back control. I nodded.

“Roll over, then,” she said, standing, pushing her foot into the side of my head as Kevin let my husband get up.

“Ooooh, one of THOSE massages,” Kevin chuckled, “You’re in for a treat, Elena!”

I’d had no idea what was coming, but in an instant, little Peta was stepping onto my tight stomach.

“Heyyyy,” I groaned as her entire weight bore down on my stomach.

“Yeah, it hurts at first,” Kevin chuckled, “But once you get used to it… It’s magical!”

There was just something about it. This woman slowly walking up and down my body. She walked down my legs, then slowly back up. With each step, she dug her soft toes into my skin. I looked up at her bikini-clad ass as she worked her toes into my thighs. She turned, breasts heaving as she kneaded my stomach with her toes. And then, slowly, she moved her foot to my breast, pressing my right breast with her toes while her other foot rested on my stomach.  

It felt incredible. The mix of pain with her weight on my stomach and the pleasure of her toes skilfully manipulating my breast. She alternated, her other foot now having its way with my left breast.

I was losing my mind. She was drawing a reaction from my body, and her smug smile said she knew it. Peta was ready to move in for the kill.

“Should I stop?” she asked loudly.

Yes. Yes.

But she turned and placed one foot right between my legs onto my bikini bottoms, gently pressing her foot onto my pussy and ever so gently working it back and forth.

“I said should I stop?”

My response came out as a weak, pathetic whine.

“Nooo.”

She was getting me off with her foot right there on the beach, and both men were looking on completely mesmerised.

“Such a wonderful massage costs $200, Elena. Will you pay for my… Services?”

Her voice was suddenly low… Seductive… And I was nodding.

“Your wife’s purse, please, Steven,” she said commandingly, my husband reaching into the bag and producing my purse, handing it to Peta as her foot on my bikini-covered pussy held me under her spell.

She opened the purse.

“$500 would seem to be a more appropriate amount given the obvious pleasure I’m giving you, Elena,” she grinned, taking the money out and tossing my wallet on the sand.

Peta grinded her foot against me a few more times before walking her way back up my body. She extended a leg, dangling her foot just above my face.

“Thank my pretty foot.”

I leaned up, Peta lifting her foot a little, making me stretch to kiss the bottom of her foot.

Why - oh why did I stretch?? She giggled as my lips finally pressed into her sole. She began to lower her foot, easing my head down until I felt the sand under me.

Peta stepped right onto my face, pausing for several seconds before finally stepping off me. That was rude and hurt a lot. Sand from her foot got into my lips and eyes.

There was no hiding it. Peta had turned me on with her foot and was $500 richer. The balance of power had shifted in a big way. Peta had a power over me now, and it was going to be even more difficult to bring her under control.

“Elena?”

Oh no!

I knew that voice. My best friend Kelly. I looked over to see the gorgeous tall blonde clad in a blue bikini, my other close friend, Bianca, a leggy redhead, standing with her.

I had no idea how much they’d seen…

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