"Surprise," Shula drawls, secretly relishing the look of fear behind the other woman's stone-cold poker face. "Wajid is a little preoccupied with my Father right now. Your, ah, evening meeting is postponed for the time being. Devastating to Modas' shareholders, I'm sure."

The hand on the doorknob tightened. No doubt VP's flight-or-fight instinct is warring with her mind. Shula's unexpected presence is enough to throw off her game.

"Even a runaway slave should know her betters. Be good and step aside, won't you? Oh, be sure to open the door wide."

VP woodenly did as she was told, and Shula strutted inside, taking off her sunglasses and muslin shawl to survey the loft in the distance. Everything from the furniture to the wall-to-ceiling windows screamed try-hard and new money. So gauche.

"This is supposed to be his masterpiece? Typical. Wajid and his family wouldn't know good interior design without having to be copycats. There's no buying class, and it shows." Shula tentatively sits on the couch with a grimace because the thing looks cheaper than her heels. She then impatiently snaps her fingers at VP. "Serve me coffee. 3 spoonfuls of sugar, not too hot, and in a blue ceramic mug. You can do that much, right?"

Once more, a silent VP has no choice but to cater to Shula's whims, getting more and more riled up. In the kitchen, the kettle whistles. Cupboards shut. When she returns with the drink on a tray, Shula smacks it away from her. The coffee splattered all over the carpet, though VP moved just in time to avoid getting any on her skin.

The tension is near unbearable.

"Wajid chronically suffers from this tedious delusion that he's the smartest man in any room," Shula begins, her eyes hardened as they lock onto VP's. "And because of that, he thinks that I wouldn't know about, well, this and that. You and his disgustingly obvious obsession. It's insulting and, frankly, suicidal on his part. Whatever. I can excuse the growing Slave Hunters in my damn basement, but not being made into his fool. My reputation weighs heavier than both of your petty freedoms combined. Do you understand me?"

VP, to her credit, works out exactly what Shula is implying. Something is brewing—A negotiation.

"What do you want?" VP finally breaks her silence.

"I want the money owed to my family. I want a divorce and take everything that Wajid owns, but since I can't do that now… I want what he's been so desperately hiding." Here, the tension revealed itself to be desire and revenge. Smouldering until it consumes, and Shula leans back. Daring VP to deny her, the 'victim' in their cheating.

Knowing that there's nothing else she could do without Shula raining hell down on her, VP slowly approaches her. Her lips on Shula's neck, hot and wet, is her answer. Wajid's wife moans as VP lavishes her neck with kisses. That is, until Shula yanks VP's head back by her hair and shoves it so that their mouths meet. Their tongues entwining and seeking as the women's hands fondled each other. When VP pulls back, breathless, because she didn't expect such intensity from the other woman, Shula sneers. "Show me how you played with my husband."

At that, VP unbuttoned Shula's blouse, hands falling back to a familiar routine. Sex was the first ever skill she mastered after all. However, VP startles when she's faced with a pair of generous tits. Shula didn't have a bra on, so she's transfixed at the sight of her hard nipples. Without thinking, her palms went to them; caressing and lightly pinching her nipples, causing Shula to moan again. The sound of it made VP's clit throb, her thong drenched in her juices, as Shula pulled VP deeper into her game. The scent of sex filled the air, heady with bakhoor. VP leans down, her mouth needs to licked, sucked and nibbled her nipples before her tongue work down Shula's cleavage, trailing down her stomach and stopping short above her public line. She takes her time to lightly kiss and teased her clothed pussy. She wants her begging but Shula is just as demanding then.

"I want your tongue now! I want you to eat my pussy until I cum on the face that Wajid loves so damn much!"

Her mentioning Wajid causes VP to rub her inner thigs. She slides Shula's thongs down, her own juice strings sticky against the material, and VP's fingers parted her shaved pussy, fully exposing her clit for her to lap at. Shula writhes on the couch as VP licked up on one side, and then the other, before burying her tongue into the dripping snatch. Sometimes she suck, then gives gentle nibbles as she eats Shula's soaking wet pussy. Pleasure assaults Shula non-stop until her pussy presses into VP's face and she cums, hard. Drenching every inch of skin with her pussy juice, Shula sees her glistened face and breathes, "Kiss me." To VP's surprise, Shula desperately began cleaning her cum off VP's face, their tits rubbed and pressed against each other, which turned VP more and more on. Especially when she grounds her hips against Shula, feeling the outline of her pink pussy lips kissing hers. It makes her feel small how hard it is for VP to hold back from cumming.

"Put your leg under mine. Now." Shula instructed, and the two women repositioned themselves on the couch. VP scoots her hips forward until their drooling pussies are fully making out. They slowly grind against each other, and once more, VP sucks on her nipples. Their pussy lips are so slick and juicy that they slide over each other as if VP and Shula are kissing with their mouths. VP shudders and could no longer hold back—she cums, still rocking against each other in ecstasy with tits bouncing. Sweat runs down both bodies, but Shula isn't satisfied yet.

Good thing Wajid steps inside at that exact moment.

Fear and arousal are a strange combination when Wajid realises what's going on. His wife panting and sneering as she calls out, "Good talk?" while VP is orgasm-drunk, her pussy refuses to part from Shula's. His pants instantly feel uncomfortable. All the blood went down to his cock when Shula barked at him to stop looking like an idiot and come to the couch already.

"How did you…" Wajid begins, only to groan when Shula palms against his clothed dick. Without meaning to, he pressed himself harder against her hand.

"Make no mistake, husband, this is a punishment. Not reward. Since you love using others so much, tonight we'll be using you instead. Strip."

As if spellstruck, Wajid quickly takes off his clothes. VP whines when Shula pulls away, but yelps when Wajid is pushed and collapses on top of her. Lust jolts down to her clit when she feels his hard cock against it.

"Give me a show, Wajid. Show me how you fucked her on our bed."

Now under his wife's control, Wajid slowly sinks his cock into VP's warm, creamy cunt.

"Fuucccck." Wajid moans as VP's folds envelop him, pulling him in. She must've cummed earlier, but he's loving how tight she still feels, so wet. He begins rutting into her delicious slit while VP lays open-mouth and moans with him. The sound of their desperate fucking made Shula rub her clit with her legs spread wide as she rested on the armchair.

"Tell me how she feels."

"She feels so good. Can't get enough of her pussy, so wet and hot." Wajid grunts, the lewd sound of VP's pussy clenching on his cock made Shula rub harder. VP screams when Wajid's thumb brushes against her bare clit, while he continues to thrust faster and faster. "I couldn't stop—oh, fuck, yeeesss! Just like that, baby. Keeping gripping on my cock—cumming in her over and over again, the first time I had her."

"Let me guess, raw?"

"I d-did! I had to."

"Why?"

"Wanted my cum dripping out of her all the time. Wanted her to be mine, always."

It's erratic now. VP's eyes rolled back as her pussy ached to be filled. She could do nothing but be their toy as Wajid's dick filled her pussy so well. Their conversation burns her even more.

But enough is enough, Shula makes herself cum, drenching the armchair, and enjoys the high before joining in.

She reaches between Wajid's legs to gently massage his heavy balls, feeling a lot of cum wanting to blow. He shudders and presses his face into VP's neck, lapping up her sweat, until he buries himself to the hilt in her sweet pussy, his thick cock throbs hard as he floods her cunt with ropes of cum. Both of them were panting after their climax.

But Shula reminds them that she's the one in control, so she forcefully pulls Wajid back by his shoulder. "Get off her." This time, Shula ate VP's sore cunny, humming at the taste of their combined juices until she's nice and clean. Wajid strokes his soaked dick when Shula flicks her tongue rapidly over VP's swollen clit until she cums again. The debauchery continues when VP finds her strength to join Shula in licking the cum off Wajid's cock. She sucks on his mushroom tip while Shula licks on the underside, feeling the veins running on her tongue. But before he could cum again, painting both women's faces with baby cream, they manhandled him onto the carpet, flat on his back, so VP could spread her pussy lips and sink into his cock again while Shula suffocates him with her cunt, rocking back and forth. Even after Wajid cums again, and VP is on the brink of exhaustion from all the fucking, Shula makes sure to use them until she's not only satisfied, but her husband becomes pliant enough to agree on a deal in her terms.