My cousin's wife treated me

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"Hello sir, the plane has arrived at Huacheng Airport." A gentle yet formulaic voice pulled me back from my dream. When I woke up, I found there were no other passengers on the plane. A flight attendant was standing next to me, patting my shoulder.

It seemed I had fallen into a coma again, and my memory began to clear. Later, I remembered why I was on the plane.

My name is Yu Huan, and I've been admitted to Huacheng University in Huacheng. There's still a week before classes start, and I've come here so early for another task my grandfather assigned me.

"Huanhuan, look here!" A woman in her thirties was waving a sign outside the waiting area.

I knew her age not because I'm good at judging people, but because I knew some information about her.

Guo Yijun, female, thirty-three years old, the wife of my deceased distant cousin. As for my cousin, the story is complicated.

"Hello, sister-in-law! I didn't expect you to look even younger in person than in the photos." I took her hand, which was cool, soft, and smooth. My cousin manages some of the family assets, so it's not difficult for him to keep his wife looking like a twenty-year-old. However, her figure is much more impressive than that of girls my age. She has an oval face with alluring peach blossom eyes, finely shaped and thick eyebrows, full lips, fair skin, and a long neck. Standing at 1.78 meters tall, she has long legs. She wore a sporty tank top that accentuated her cleavage, and tight-fitting athletic pants. Her waist and hips were like a tightly slit vase, with well-developed thighs and a firm bottom. I could even see the outline of her panties. I couldn't quite gauge this woman's figure.

"Huanhuan, didn't you bring any luggage with you after traveling so far?" she asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

I slapped my forehead in realization: "I left my luggage on the plane!" The airport staff were very helpful; they contacted the airport and told me to just wait at the exit for my luggage to be delivered. Not long after, I saw my familiar, unruly suitcase in the now-empty exit corridor, along with the flight attendant struggling to handle it—the same one who had woken me up on the plane. She was very thin, her high heels trembling as she pulled the suitcase, which seemed disproportionate to her strength. Even her black stockings had gotten caught on the zipper, tearing open to reveal a large expanse of fair, tender leg. She looked like a typical southerner; her face was small, barely the size of a palm, but her features were delicate—a small nose and mouth, quite adorable. At that moment, a line of poetry came to mind: "A graceful young woman of thirteen or so, like a budding flower in early February." Just as she was about to reach the exit, her high heel kicked the suitcase, breaking the heel, and she swayed forward, falling.

I reacted quickly, stepping forward to embrace her, my arms landing squarely on her skin. I could even smell her fragrant breath. One arm encircled her back, while the other instinctively reached for her bottom, giving it a quick squeeze through her skirt. The skirt, through her stockings, felt silky smooth, and her bottom was incredibly bouncy.

"Thank you…" Perhaps sensing my restless hand, she struggled to get up from my embrace, kicking her broken shoe aside. Blushing, she handed me her suitcase and limped away, not even noticing she'd dropped something.

"Dong…Shu…Lan…" I picked up her dropped name tag and silently memorized the name. It still carried her warmth and scent, and I immediately decided to keep it. My

cousin-in-law drove her own red sedan, the trunk taking up the entire back seat. I wondered what she was thinking, buying such a small car. We chatted about everyday things along the way, beginning to learn more about each other beyond what we'd known in the documents. It was only when we started talking about the family fortune that I learned my lazy cousin had been investing all his money in real estate. Now, my cousin's wife's job is to be a landlady and hand over the rent to the family. However, since I arrived, she can only be my assistant. After all, my grandfather's views are both conservative and rigid, and I'm practically his grandson, so my status is far higher than that of the woman left behind by some distant cousin from who-knows-where. Every month, I have to go door-to-door collecting rent and handing it over—a truly blissful yet painful job.

"Huanhuan, we're home," my cousin's wife suddenly interrupted my thoughts, pointing to a building by the roadside. "This Huacheng Lijing Building is everything your cousin left behind." I looked in the direction she was pointing. The avant-garde and fashionable building was at least 20 stories high. I had originally thought that buying even a small apartment would be good enough. It seems I had a huge misunderstanding about the family fortune. This is all thanks to the fact that my grandfather raised me in the countryside since I was little. I was just making some bold guesses about the family based on gossip. It seems I was still too conservative.

We took the elevator to the 24th floor, the top floor where my cousin-in-law lives. She showed me around, making sure I didn't get lost: bedroom, living room, study, kitchen, gym, laundry room, bathroom, shower room. After walking around, I'd forgotten where anything was; all the doors seemed identical. Luckily, my bedroom had its own bathroom.

I rested in my room for a short while when my cousin-in-law knocked, wanting to take me out for a nice welcome meal. This time, she was wearing a black jumpsuit, the hem barely reaching her knees, a belt cinching her waist and showing off her figure, along with sheer black stockings. Was this woman trying to seduce me? I wondered.

As we entered the elevator, I smelled her perfume—strong and intense, a blend of scents. I couldn't quite describe it, but it made my blood boil. In the small space, she deliberately positioned herself slightly to my side, cornering me. My gaze couldn't help but slide from her neck, back, and waist down to her full, round buttocks. She was intentionally swaying her hips slightly from side to side, her legs and buttocks rubbing back and forth. Her calves were beautifully straight, her ankles slender, and there was a small heart tattoo on her left ankle.

"Hmph..." She let out a soft chuckle, glancing furtively at me as I intently watched, wondering what mischief she was plotting.

Before coming here, Grandpa had warned me to be careful of women; was he implying something about my cousin-in-law?

We quickly arrived at a nearby Western restaurant in her car. The retro decor and ambiance felt different from the steakhouses in shopping malls. Those places were mostly frequented by student couples, while here the overall age seemed a year older.

"What would you like to eat? Let me order for you," my cousin-in-law offered, seeing me staring blankly at the menu in some unknown language. She leaned forward, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, and a hint of pink? Was she wearing nothing underneath?

Thinking about this kind of question completely shut down my brain. She smiled, snatched the menu from my hand, called the waiter over, and ordered the food, her gaze lingering on me.

"Huanhuan, you're so handsome, have you ever had a girlfriend?" she suddenly asked.

"Huh? My family is quite strict, so I've always been single." With my grandfather watching over me, if he found out I dared to date, he'd probably break all three of my legs.

She continued to press, "Have you ever thought about what kind of girlfriend you want?" "I don't know what kind I like, I'll leave it to fate."

"Well, you're in college now, so far away, your grandfather can't control you anymore. You can enjoy life to the fullest, and your sister-in-law can introduce you to someone." As she spoke, the waiter came to serve the food, dividing it into individual plates and opening a bottle of red wine.

Holding my knife and fork, looking at the meager amount of food on my plate, I had a curse in my heart that I didn't know whether to say. One bite wouldn't even be enough to fill my teeth. My

cousin-in-law saw this and guessed what I was thinking, so she had the waiter bring the whole plate to me.

"Eat more while you're growing, order more if you're still hungry. Don't eat so fast, drink more wine, don't choke. This one's sweet and won't make you drunk." I poured the dipping sauce directly onto the whole plate of roasted pork knuckle, along with the herbs on top, and mixed it with my knife and fork, then poured it over the meat sauce noodles. She stood beside me, looking on with a wry smile, holding her wine glass.

I then realized she wanted to clink glasses with me, so I freed one hand to raise my glass: "Cheers." I tilted my head back and drank the sweet syrup clean.

"Huanhuan, you can hold your liquor pretty well." She poured me another glass: "Did you drink often at home before?" "No, I've never drunk before. This wine is sweet, like a beverage, it's quite delicious." Feeling a little choked from the food, I downed another glass.

"I'm glad you like it, drink slowly, don't rush." She enthusiastically poured me another glass.

After a hearty meal, I felt drowsy lying in the car on the way home. I could feel the veins in my head throbbing and my whole body starting to heat up. Even though the air conditioning was on, I still irritably opened my collar and fanned myself to cool down my chest.

"Huanhuan," she called out to me out of the blue.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, don't fall asleep in the car, or I won't be able to lift you," she said.

"Um, could you turn the air conditioning down a bit? It's so hot in the car." The dim lighting actually made it easier for me to see my cousin-in-law's features: the fine lines of her skin, the subtle sheen of her body hair, her eyelashes trembling with the airflow, the movement of her throat as she swallowed, the alluring rise and fall of her breasts with each breath, the sound of her black stockings rubbing against her thighs, her bare feet in her high heels on the carpet, even the fruity scent of red wine emanating from her breath and the heat radiating from her skin.

It was as if I had entered a new world, looking at the woman beside me from a completely different perspective. Her black dress seemed invisible to me; her body was exposed naked before me, utterly defenseless. My body acted even before my mind, and before I knew it, my hand was on her thigh. Beneath the smooth skin were firm muscles, cushioned by a layer of fat that prevented them from feeling greasy or dry.

This was the first time I'd had such intimate contact with a woman, especially such a beautiful one. My chest tightened, and my breath caught in my throat. I didn't know how to explain this inappropriate behavior, but she gave me the answer first.

"Mmm…" A soft, bone-melting moan escaped her lips as she took my restless hand, guiding it upwards, from under her skirt to inside, where it felt even softer and warmer.

With her tacit consent, I lost my senses, pressing my lips against her temple, inhaling the warmth of her body.

"Don't rush, we're not home yet," she said coquettishly, turning her body slightly towards me and pressing her cheek against my lips. She even used her legs to trap my hand, which was about to continue its assault. I reached my other hand behind her waist and half-embraced her; her waist felt boneless in my arms.

Back in the garage, not wanting to be separated from her, I simply lifted her from the driver's seat. She was only surprised for a moment before snuggling into my arms like a docile cat. Entering

the elevator, in that small, enclosed space, I couldn't suppress my desire any longer. I imitated what I saw in Western movies and kissed her red lips. I took that soft flesh into my mouth, wanting to bite it but hesitant to use force, so it became a gentle caress. She also wrapped her arms around my neck, making our kiss even closer and harder to separate. The short time in the elevator felt like an eternity of oxygen deprivation and suffocation, as if I had already died once.

Unable to find her bedroom, I simply left her on the dining table. I pressed myself against her, my hands roaming freely under her skirt. Sometime during the night, she loosened her belt, and my hands traveled up her thighs to grasp her breasts, those full, firm mounds. I felt an uncontrollable urge within me, an urge that could only be relieved by being pressed close to her body.

"Haaah—" She gently pushed me away, taking a deep breath, her deep voice whispering in my ear, "Want to feel more comfortable?" "Mmm!" I answered forcefully, holding her tightly in my arms.

"Ah—you're suffocating me! If you want comfort, do you know what to do?" She gently pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside, her tongue swirling around my chest, making me even more unbearably itchy.

"What to do?" I held her head, feeling uncomfortable from her licking, yet unwilling to push her away, so I remained in that position.

"Hmph—from now on you have to listen to me, not that old man. Can you do that?" She sucked on my earlobe again, her breath filling my ear.

"I...I'll listen to you." Without thinking, I agreed, and she pressed me down again.

"That's good. As long as you listen to your sister, I'll make you feel good." She said, reaching into my pants and grasping my penis. It immediately jumped like a rabbit: "You're not a big guy, but your thing is." "Ah..." As soon as that warm hand touched me, I instinctively knew what to do. I hugged her and jumped up, my penis moving in and out of her hand. After a few moments, my body began to convulse uncontrollably. A strong urge to urinate made me pee all over her hand before I could even react. The difference was that this urine was sticky and thick, and I urinated intermittently for a long time. My underwear was sticky and uncomfortable against my skin.

"Young people have so much energy." She laughed and pulled her hand away, revealing a white, sticky substance between her outstretched fingers, which smelled fishy. She seemed unconcerned, licking each finger clean.

After urinating on her, I suddenly felt weak, wanting nothing more than to lie down with her on the dining table, embracing her. We were panting heavily, as if we'd just run three kilometers.

"Go back and take a shower, change into clean clothes, and get some rest, or you'll feel terrible tomorrow," she said, pushing me off the table.

"Okay," I agreed without thinking, still immersed in the pleasure of the moment. I drifted off to sleep before returning to my room. After showering, I lay in bed, too agitated to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my cousin-in-law's alluring figure beneath me, and my body became inexplicably restless. I finally drifted off to sleep just before dawn.

[The End]

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