16 comments/ 143715 views/ 5 favorites Kissing His Cousin By: quiskya For years whenever they made love he wanted her to talk about other guys she had fucked. It made her uncomfortable at first. She would tell him about past lovers and he would get harder and fuck longer. She learned over time that if she saved the best part of the story for the right moment, she could control his orgasm to match hers. She realized that even though he thought he was in control, she was the one with the power. She began to invent stories, "remember" lovers or encounters that she never told him about before. She would make "confessions" that may or may not have had a grain of truth. Some were just fantasies; others were brilliant flickers of thought to get his cock big and hard. One of the recurring story lines had to do with a cousin of his, Mark, that hit on her before she married him and continued to do so at family functions and an occasional visit to their house. This subject had a particularly hardening affect. She saved these and only used them sparingly. She was afraid that he may say something to this cousin and possibly cause family problems. Lately though, it was the only storyline he was interested in. It was the most recent and the most real to him. He started to watch his cousin at family events and even fantasized about what might be happening when neither she nor Mark were in sight. He would ask her while she was sucking his cock, "Did he touch you?" "Did you feel his cock?" "Do you want to fuck him?" Sometimes she didn't even have to answer him and she could feel his already hard cock grow in her mouth. At one particular party at their own home, he asked if his cousin could come over during the week to help remove a carpet. He seemed a little surprised that his cousin did not hesitate and even seemed excited to help. Later that week he showed up ready to work. She answered the door and found herself staring at his arms and chest in his sleeveless t-shirt. She realized at that exact moment that she did want to fuck him. No, she wanted him to fuck her and she almost thought she could do it. He could see this in her eyes. She had hesitated to long when she answered the door and took too long to make eye contact. His smile gave it away. Ray, her husband, called from the basement, "Is that Mark? Send him down." She stepped aside, knowing that they had just made an unspoken agreement. He walked passed her and went to the basement. For the next couple of hours she watched them both work and her fantasy grew from getting a good fuck from Mark, to having both of them at the same time. She would bring them a beer and as they both stopped to rest she gave them both an unspoken command. She turned and walked to the bedroom and, after a short moment, was surprised to see Mark walk in by himself. He had been sent, she knew it, she knew that Ray had sent him in and she knew that this fantasy would soon become the new bedroom talk for later. She stood by the bed and turned her back to Mark as he approached her. "He sent me," was all he said. She could feel him come closer and for a moment wondered if this was a wrong decision. Ray knew. He had sent him in knowing what would happen. He wanted her to fuck Mark. His hand gently touched her shoulder and brushed her hair aside. Leaning in to kiss her neck she found herself giving in to the lust. He turned her slowly to face him and he kissed her mouth. It tasted different that Ray, it was saltier and softer. His hands slowly slid down her back and slipped off her shorts. He reached for her already wet pussy. Gently he guided her to the bed and laid her down. He kneeled on the floor and kissed her stomach, then her wet pussy. He glided his fingers in and out slowly while kissing and sucking her clit. "I'm gonna make you come, Baby," She knew that would happen. She suddenly became aware that Ray was still in the house and she heard a soft moan in the hallway. Was he watching? Was he jealous or upset? She was caught between the sublime pleasure of the lustful caresses of Mark and wondering what her husband was doing and thinking at the moment. Did he expect her to stop Mark? Mark seemed to notice the distraction and he reached up for her hand. She sat up and he put her hand on his shorts, swelling with his huge cock. She slid down his shorts to reveal the hardness reaching for her. She seemed to forget her distractions and wrapped her lips around the shaft. He caressed her hair and now the only moans she could hear were Mark's, enjoying the warmth of her mouth gliding back and forth over his engorged cock. She showed him all the tricks she had created over the years for Ray. He had always told her that if she ever sucked Mark's cock he wouldn't believe what an incredible blow job she could give. Just as she lost herself to the lust Mark lifted her up and laid her on the bed. He lifted up her legs and slid into her. The most pleasurable pain shot up through her as this huge throbbing shaft stretched her tight pussy. Thrusting in and out he offered gentle kisses to her face and neck. He cradled her head in his hands. He said her name and asked her if she was ok. She was lost in lust and was not ready to come back. As she reached out for the bed post she felt another arm. It was Ray; he was there, on the bed, watching her face. He was enjoying the sight. He bent down to kiss her face. Mark pulled out and guided her to turn on all fours. She was facing Ray and he showed her his hard cock. She wanted so badly to suck on it. Ray put it in her mouth and she began sucking wan tingly. She suddenly felt Mark's cock slide back into her from behind. A fantasy fulfilled. The fucking and sucking went on all day. They were exhausted and satisfied. As Mark began to get dressed Ray said, "Hey, can you come back tomorrow to finish, the carpet, I mean." "Sure, I'll come again," Smiled Mark as he walked out. She knew that the carpet may take days to get done. That night Ray made love to her gently and never asked her a single question. She had never felted so wanted and was going to enjoy the ride as long as it lasted. Kissing His Cousin Ch. 02 The days since her first encounter with Mark had been filled with mixed feelings of regret and desire. She craved the lustful coupling with Mark and even more so needed the incredible love making it brought with Ray, her husband. She had avoided a second meeting for the past week by making excuses and being unavailable. Ray didn't push. He also, had mixed feelings but couldn't deny the fact that the jealousy of seeing his wife, Carmen, with another man was an unbelievable turn on. Mark laid low for a few days. Being single and having a fucked his cousin's wife was a bit overwhelming. He almost hoped it was just a dream. He struggled with guilt. Who would find out? Would they deny it if family learned of it? He had always been the black sheep. Not everyone liked or trusted him with anything. Did he make another bad decision? Mark decided that is was time to give Ray a call and make sure they were still "ok." "Ray, it's me Mark...." "Mark, what's up man? Thanks for all your help last week. How are things?" "Great. Uh Thanks. Say Cuz, things between us, there ok, right? I mean after, uh, you know." "Cuz, no worries. We're cool. We just need some time. It was kinda out of the ordinary for us. She's cool. Don't even think about it." "Great, I was just wondering. Hey, give me a call if you need anymore help. I mean regular help." "I will Cuz. I may need help with some other house stuff. I'll call you in a couple of days." Mark was relieved. He could tell that Ray was cool with everything. But he had this feeling that Carmen might be a little freaked out. He always liked her. He put in a few moves over the years but never figured he'd actually get to, well he never dreamed she would ever cheat on Ray. He certainly never figured Ray would be part of the whole thing. He decided to send her flowers just to let her know that, well; it wasn't just a fuck, but that he really enjoyed it. It had been 10 days. Carmen was counting. She didn't know how long the feelings of guilt were supposed to last. She didn't know if she should talk to Ray about it. They never said a word about it since that day and she wasn't sure if Ray was hurt or protecting her from her own guilt. She tried to go about her normal routine; cleaning house, running errands, remodeling the basement. Shit! It was the basement carpet that got him here that day. He didn't come to fuck her, right. All the passes in the past, they had to be her imagination. He got lucky that day. Now she was making herself angry. This was easier than guilt. It was Mark's fault. He seduced her, he fucked her and left. Yes, this was much easier. "Doorbell? Who could be at the door in the middle of the day?" She opened the front door to a delivery guy with an amazing bunch of red roses. "Flowers for Carmen B---." "I'm Carmen." "Sign here please" She signed and reached for the roses. Wow, Ray must be letting her know that it's ok. After closing the door, she set the flowers on the counter and looked for the card, buried deep in the fresh red petals. "Carmen, just wanted you to know that I loved every minute and you are on my mind. I hope you are ok and that we can talk soon. Mark" SHIT! How was she supposed to angry with him now! What was Ray going to say about the flowers? At that exact moment, Ray walked in. "Damn! Where'd those come from?" he said more with genuine surprise than suspicion. "Uh, Mark sent them." "Oh Yeah? What did he say?" He felt that twinge of jealousy in his heart and then in his pants. "Nothing, I think he just doesn't want me to feel bad." She hoped he didn't ask to read the card. She could sense the uneasiness. "Ok. What are doing right now? Can you help me get something in the back room?" "Sure." She followed him. She wasn't sure what he was thinking but he sounded different. No sooner was she in the door of the back guest room then he was frantically tossing her on the bed. He fumbled with her shirt buttons and she felt herself get wet instantly. Her mini skirt never came off as Ray kissed her breasts and slid his fingers into her moist pussy. She stretched to reach for his zipper but found he had already dropped his pants. His cock was ready. It was ready to take back the pussy that he had let go to someone else. He would fuck her until Mark was less than a memory. He was going to slide into her when she slid down under him and wrapped her lips around his cock. She teased him with her tongue and gently caressed his balls with her fingers. He couldn't believe the feeling of this blow job. It took everything not to cum in her mouth, but he wanted fuck her. He suddenly had an idea. Reluctantly, he pulled his hardness from her warm mouth and asked to finish undressing and come to the bedroom. "Take a few minutes." He whispered softly into her ear. The warmth of his breath held promises, naughty promises that gave her chills. When he left the room he closed the door, she undressed, slowly. Anticipating, anxious, but desperately not wanting to spoil the moment. She could hear him moving around in the master bedroom. She waited a few minutes until the movement seemed to stop. Walking out of the guest room and slowing opening the door to her bedroom she was caught catching her breath at the sight. Ray had taken the petals off the roses and spread them out over the whole bed. Now she knew what he wanted. Ray wanted to fuck her and let her know that Mark was just a moment. He was ok with her and, even more, he wanted her more than ever. From behind the door, he reached for her hand and led her to the bed. She lay down on the rose petal and he lifted her legs. He used a whole rose to caress her wet pussy. Almost as if Mark were there licking her but with Ray in control. He teased her with the rose and his own tongue. His fingers teased her hard nipples and he felt her cum in his mouth. With his cock, hard, huge and swollen more than it had ever been in his memory; he slid into this warm wet cave and glided in and out. She stretched out her arms grabbing handfuls of rose petals. This was where they belonged; lost in this ecstasy of jealousy, desire, love and lust. A once unreachable climax, now lingering and swaying in the motion of their hips, joined in animal connection. As they swelled up to the pinnacle of this rapture, the doorbell rang. The door opened. "Cuz, are you here?" Mark was here.