Phone Sex Escape -15-

The moment I walked into the house, I knew something was different. Was it the bags by the door, the lack of food cooking, or could it be that little bitch that walked by wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of panties? Maybe all of it, but the last one hit the nail on the head.

“Where the fuck is your clothes, and why are you even here?” I asked. Seeing Kai’s stepsister in the house could ruin everything. I wanted a divorce, not someone sitting around my house looking to lure my husband into their bedroom. Not that I care who he fucks, but having to listen to it, and smell it on him, was getting out of hand.

With a quick eye roll, Jamison looks over, her eyes moving up and down her sister-in-law, “In my bag. It’s hot. Turn the air conditioner on, and maybe I will put my clothes back on.”

With anger building inside of my chest, I want to rip every strand of blond hair from this little bitch. Jealousy has nothing to do it with, but the way she is acting pisses me off. She acts like she owns the fucking place. You don’t walk into someone’s home and act this way, or do you? Maybe I was raised right and not like a fucking lunatic. Without a second thought, I grabbed the bag by the door, tossing it at the girl. If she was going to stay in my home, she needed to wear clothing. “Put something on. Your stepbrother will be home soon, and I’m sure that outfit is not something you want to be wearing when he does,” I growled, walking off to find Maria.

“I’m going to tell Kai that you hurt me,” Jamison said.

The last thing I heard before finding Maria was the slam of the bedroom door and a scream of anger from the girl. I’m not sure what her father allows her to do, but she ruins everything I have planned. “Maria,” calling out.

“Ma’am. I was staying out of the way from that girl. She already told me she is the boss and to change everything in her bedroom,” Maria said.

There was a change in the housekeeper after our sexual encounter. Maybe it was that she knew she would get to have my husband’s child, or perhaps she enjoyed eating my pussy. It could be a little bit of both. I know if I were someone else and had the chance to taste a pussy like mine, I would be addicted.

“Do not do anything but make sure her clothing’s hung up, her bathroom has clean towels, and the bedding is changed. If she needs something else, my husband can handle it,” I said. Reaching in my bag, handing Maria a small white bag from the pharmacy, I smiled, “Use that starting tonight. Tell me when it’s a perfect time, and we will get Johnathan drunk, and you can fuck him.” Morally everything here was wrong, and I knew Johnathan would never marry her, but at least I will have proof of adultery, and that’s good enough for a divorce. Before I could finish, the door to the house opened, and I knew he was home. God help us all if he was in a foul mood. I’m sure his stepsister was about to meet the real Johnathan, and I couldn’t wait.

“Haven, where the fuck are you?” Johnathan called out.

Smirking at Maria, I turned, walking down the hall to meet him. “Hello Darling, your sister is here. Gosh, it’s so nice to see you,” I lied. I’m sure Johnathan is not amused, but there was no way he could abuse me in front of a stranger.

“Shut the fuck up,” he said. “Where the hell is she?” Johnathan added.

I smiled as sweet as I could while pointing down the hall to the guest room. “She went to change her clothing. She wasn’t dressed enough for mixed company. I suggested she change,” I laughed.

“Fucking cunt,” he said, turning and walking off down the hall.

Today is a good day to be a fly on the wall. As I listened to the interaction between the two-step siblings, I knew this might be better than Maria.

“Why are you here?” Johnathan asked.

“Aww, is my big brother not happy to see me?” Jamison giggled.

God, I am about to puke listening to this girl. She was flirting with her stepbrother right in front of me. The disrespect in that family astounds me.

Clearing his throat, leaning against the door jam, Johnathan waited a minute before speaking. “You’re fine. Don’t worry about anything. Aren’t you going to come hug me?” he asked.

I listened to her walk across the room, giggle, and I knew she was hugging him. I knew she wrapped her arms around him, pressed her tiny body against him, and I knew he was getting hard.

Turning the corner, I looked down the hall, shaking my head, “Why don’t you two just fuck and get it over with.”

“Get dressed, Jamison. I’m taking you to dinner,” Johnathan said, ignoring everything else around him.

As I stood there and watched the two of them fondle each other, I knew that would be my way out. Not Maria, but those two. She is perfect for my husband. If anything could ruin this family, it would be Jamison. I can read the headlines now. “Oil CEO accused of adultery with a stepsister.” In some sick way, they deserve each other, and I am on the downslope of my escape plan. Sometimes nature steps in and makes things better than you can ever imagine.

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