David Steen pov

I ushered to the valet to give me the keys of my car, and I opened the door in a hurry to viola and Portia to get inside. The smirk of victory didn’t leave my face.

I was happy being there, to be honest. He ruined my night, and I smashed his. So we were equal, and most of all, Portia came with us.

I stated, “get in.”

Viola offered, “let me drive; you are so fucking drunk.”

I shook my head in disagreement and jumped into the driver's seat in haste. Maybe because I didn't want him to come after us.

I was so fucking happy that Portia came with us as if we were going to experience a threesome or something!

Portia squealed and screamed at me when I halted the car with a screech “what the fuck David! Slow down. We are not in a race or competition. You asshole.” she mumbled asshole in a dispirited voice.

I shamelessly mocked, “asshole with a big dick!”

Portia groaned, but I guess with the way I kept mentioning my dick size in front of Portia, that made my wife viola angry or jealous.

Viola barked, “what the fuck is going on with you, David?”

I played innocent as if I was completely drunk, but I was very mindful of my words. It’s precisely a matter that deep inside me, I wanted to remind Portia with my dick and our night together that we spent five years ago.

I swayed my head to Viola and kissed her lips, “I’m drunk.” I taunted.

And I saw Portia's eyes, making drill holes into my face. She was so vexed, and I guess she regretted joining us.

Suddenly Portia said, “don’t fuck up the car. I’m here. And I need a place to stay. So please get out of the highways and find me a room in any near hotel.”

I almost run into the tree by the side, I swear. I turned my head all of sudden “why a room? Why don’t you stay with us?”

Viola nicely nodded with her charming smile, “yes, sister, please come stay with us. You stated that you are not going back to Australia.”

“Really? So how much longer are you staying here? You can have a room in our house!” I suggested by once I realized what I have averred, I cursed myself internally.

What the hell I meant by that? She twisted my life upside down in only one night! After five fucking years? How I would be capable of resisting her sexiness forever in my house!

I wanted to draw back my offer, so I tried to play smart “I mean, you sure would like to have your own house because you’re mature enough to live alone. So you can stay until you could find a good house. And I can help with that.”

Portia nodded and said simply, not caring to look at me, and the only side glanced, “okay, I will stay for a couple of days only.”

I happily placed my hands over the wheel and started to drive again. But suddenly viola pinched my dick; I jumped off and gasped, “what the fuck, viola! I’m driving.”

Viola jumped into my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck, she was hot and curvy but shorty. She kissed my lips, “now drive.”

Portia furrowed her brows, hedging, “you horny assholes! What the fuck happened to you both?!”

She looked so bothered by the way I was touching her sister's viola. I guess she had some feelings for me. I hoped for that, at least. I wanted to taste her and touch her badly. I know that was insane, especially I was happily married, and everything was going well with my wife. But somehow, the appearance of Portia after all these years proved to me that I was into women like her more than being into my childish wife. I always wanted my wife to be a replica of Portia. Independent, successful mature woman who can make men kneel by just a wink of her eyes.

Sure, I would be so jealous if any of the men admire my wife or my woman, but it’s just the satisfaction to have the most elegant and irresistible woman next to you. Every man would want a woman like this even if that meant owning her for only one night.

And I was looking for only one more night.

One more forbidden night with Portia o fill my emptiness and let me feel like a full wanted and desired man.

Yes, a lot of fans begged me to have them, but they weren’t Portia. I knew that was stupid because she was my wife’s elder sister, but my devils didn’t let her get out of my fucking brain. The memory started to sparkle as if it was yesterday, and my dick began to twitch in my pants. That I even came to my senses when viola whispered into my ear, seductively, “you’re so fucking erect. Drive fast. We need to do it.”

I smacked Viola's ass when we reached the house. I parked the car and swayed a bit; the booze totally hit me. I felt like losing my control over my legs.

I cussed emphatically, “I’m so fucking drunk.”

Portia muttered, “very fucking drunk.”

I chuckled and handed viola the house key to open the door. Once we were in, Viola jumped to my chest and straddled her legs around my waist, “let’s fuck.”

I guess she was drunk more than me.

Portia half-yelled in an annoyed tone, “feel free to fuck my sister. I will find a room to sleep in.”

I walked into the room and shut the door behind us. I placed Viola on the bed, and genuinely, I had no idea why I slipped these words. I was obviously losing my sanity, too, because I was daydreaming of Portia. “Portia, let me fuck your ass.”

My wife pushed me away and hollered, “Portia! What the fuck! Are you aroused because of my sister?’

Fuck!