Read My Wife's Cousin (Part III)

Written by Robin Van Persie

For the 6th time that morning, Anne found herself staring into space. It started out like any other day. She woke up, went to the bathroom for her rituals then brewed some Dunkin’ Donuts coffee on her coffee maker. While waiting for her morning cup, she sat on her cream colored leather sofa and lit a cigarette. She picked up her phone and saw that she had a text message from John. She took a puff and almost immediately coughed out the smoke.

“Anne, Jules saw your message. She wants you to come over so we can all talk.”

“What..” was all she could mouth out. She had spent last Saturday night having sex with John, who was her cousin Julie’s husband. She trailed a finger along her mouth, remembering with delight that John’s seven and a half inch cock had been in the exact spot a few nights earlier. She recalled how he had sucked her tits, his tongue teasing her taut nipples and how he finally exploded his cum on her sweaty face.

Lost in thought, she could only reply, “Ok, I’ll go there tonight. Around 8 PM.”

Anne stood up, poured herself a cup of coffee and lit another stick of Winston Lights. For the 7th time that morning, she again stared into space.

John thought about jacking off. Actually, he already did when he woke up but today’s events made him horny again. It wasn’t everyday that your wife would find out about your sexual episodes with one of her relatives and not be slapped or worse, kicked in the balls. But at the back of his head, he was nervous too. He was getting fidgety and sweaty, like he had something he should be worrying about. When it hit him, it felt like a freight train.

“I fucked my wife’s cousin!” He looked to see if anyone had heard him. He knew Julie had left to run some errands but he looked anyway. There are just some things you don’t shout out at 2:30 in the afternoon. He sat down on the bed smiled to himself.

“You fucking devil you.” he thought to himself and he began to stroke his penis. He closed his eyes and thought about his beautiful wife, Julie, and how she left him hanging that morning. He wanted to run after her and put his tongue in her mouth and grope her big tits and fuck her doggy style. He imagined how he’d slap her ass cheeks with each powerful thrust.

Then an image flashed in his mind. Anne. Anne with her petite body and her shapely butt and that small mouth that he fucked. Anne who was his wife Julie’s cousin. Julie. Anne. Julie. Anne.

He masturbated furiously, sweat dripping down the sides of his forehead. He was probably a few more moments from climax when his phone rang. It was Julie. Barely catching his breath, John answered, “Hello?”

“John, ask Anne if she can come earlier, around 6:30. On my way home. Bye.”

John leaned back and wiped the sweat from his face. His stomach rising and falling with each hard breath. He couldn’t help but shout,”Motherfuck!!!”

“That was a great meal! What do you think, Anne?” Julie was on fire. She had made fresh pasta from scratch, prepared a rich sauce and even paired it with a fine bottle of wine. It was already around 9 in the evening.

“I’m so full, Jules, thank you. John is really lucky. He always gets to eat tasty treats in this house.” Anne replied with a smile towards Julie’s now red-faced husband.

“Let’s head to the living room.” was all he could utter.

Julie sat beside Anne while John took the seat directly in front of his wife. He got a pillow and placed it on his lap. He was hard as rock. Maybe it was the footsies he was getting from Anne under the dining table or the sight of his wife who was wearing a blue dress that seemed to compliment all her big tits and sexy hips. Nevermind that Anne herself was wearing a short loose skirt that seemed to hike up when she walked or sat down and matching V-necked shirt.

“I probably need another pillow.” he thought to himself.

Julie poured another glass of wine for Anne and poured some for herself.

“So, Anne,” she said while looking directly at her cousin, “how did it feel when John fucked you?”

Anne, with ice water in her vains, replied with a smile, “It felt so good, Jules. Escpecially when he put his thumb in my ass while banging me.”

John’s wife took a sip of her drink and nodded. “Good for you. You know, I’ve always felt that you were sister I never had. And as sisters, I think it’s only fair if we share what we have with each other.”

With that, Julie stood up and approached Anne. She bent over and gave her cousin a nice wet kiss. Anne responded by running her hands through Julie’s hair. When they separated, a thin strand of saliva connected their mouths. They both looked at John whose jaw had fallen to the floor.

Julie reached for the zipper at her back and said, “John, dear, do me a favor and dim the lights.”