Recalling the experience of spying on my cousin's wife

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1. My cousin's wife works in town. In my eyes, as a boy who grew up in the countryside, she's like a fairy. She likes to wear tight-fitting stirrup pants, which cling tightly to her vulva, revealing a shallow cleavage that's incredibly sexy. One year, I visited my second aunt's house with her. While the relatives chatted and drank tea in the main room, I went to the bedroom to rest. Back then, conditions in the countryside were quite poor. Women urinated in a chamber pot placed by the bedside. The smell of urine was strong, and I liked it. Stimulated by the smell, I imagined my cousin's vulva covered by her stirrup pants. Half asleep, I heard the sound of high heels. I opened my eyes and saw my cousin's wife had come into the bedroom. I guess she was in a hurry to urinate and didn't notice me lying in bed. She stood by the chamber pot and grabbed her stirrup pants. My cousin's trousers and underwear were pulled down together. The urinal was placed two meters away from the bed. I could clearly see my cousin's pubic hair, which was thick, dark, and shiny. Because it was covered by the pubic hair, I couldn't see her labia. My cousin sat on the urinal with her white buttocks sticking out, and her eyes were slightly closed. The urinal made a hissing sound as she urinated. After she finished urinating, she gently scraped the remaining urine on her pubic hair at the edge of the urinal. After she pulled up her trousers and left, I quickly got up, crawled into the urinal, and greedily smelled the urine that my cousin had just urinated. I licked the urine droplets that my cousin had scraped on the edge of the urinal with my tongue. I was nervous and excited. My underwear was soaked with the water that had flowed out. This was the first time I had licked my cousin's urine. At that time, because there were many people outside the bedroom, I didn't dare to lick my cousin's urine while masturbating. I still regret it many years later.
Second: After the first time I peeked at my cousin's wife's pubic hair and licked her urine, I became increasingly sexually fantasized about her and looked forward to holidays more and more. At these times, my cousin would take her back to the village for a few more days. Because of our kinship, it was easier for me to access her underwear, chamber pot, and bathwater. If I was lucky, I could even see her urinating on the chamber pot. Once, my cousin was bathing with my cousin's wife in a large wooden tub in the room. I overcame my fear to peek at her body and quietly crept to the crack in the door. My cousin's wife was sitting on the edge of the tub washing her body. My cousin was squatting opposite the tub, stroking her pubic hair and pinching her labia with his fingers. After a while, he inserted his fingers into her vagina and probed back and forth. My cousin's wife had an expression of enjoyment on her face. I peeked through the crack in the door until she finished washing before quietly going out into the yard. When my cousin's wife opened the door and saw me in the yard, she said... I helped pour out the bathwater, then carried the wooden basin to the corner of the yard. I scooped up some of my cousin's bathwater and took a sip. As I turned around after quickly finishing these small actions, I noticed my cousin was watching me. She was hanging her dirty clothes on the bamboo pole for drying clothes in the yard. When it got a little dark, I secretly went back to the bamboo pole and took down my cousin's underwear and tight-fitting leggings that she had worn all day. Touching her leggings felt like touching her body. I sucked on the crotch of her leggings, where her labia were covered. While smelling the urine odor from her leggings, I used the area where her underwear was pressed against her vulva to rub my glans, imagining her body. Stimulated by the odor from her leggings, I ejaculated, a large amount of semen shooting onto her underwear, mixing with the vaginal fluid on it.
During the day, my cousin's wife would hang her washed leggings and underwear on a bamboo pole in the yard to dry. When no one was around, I would take down her underwear from the pole and sneak into her room. Sometimes, there would be unwashed leggings left on her bedside table. I would hold the leggings in my hands and greedily smell the crotch area, licking the spot where the leggings touched her crotch, where there was the smell of her vaginal fluid and residual urine. I put my penis over my cousin's clean underwear, knelt down over the urinal in her room, and soaked my penis in her urine. The tension, excitement, and rush of blood to my head were exhilarating. I half-squatted over the urinal, using her urine as lubricant, then drank some of it. My semen gushed out, all of it landing on her clean underwear. The next day, when my cousin wore the underwear that had been soaked in my semen, it clung tightly to her labia.
Thirdly, after my cousin-in-law discovered I had secretly drunk her bathwater, she seemed to avoid me for a long time. One weekend, she came back. Having not smelled her urine for so long, my restless desire was completely uncontrollable. As soon as she left, I rushed to her room. There, I held the urine she had urinated in the chamber pot the previous night, deeply inhaling its pungent smell. The fermented urine in the pot gave me a wonderfully pleasant sensation. I immersed my face in the urine, experiencing stimulation, excitement, and satisfaction—it felt like I had possessed her body. Stimulated by her urine, my hands trembled, and with a gentle stroke, my semen gushed out, shooting into the chamber pot she used. The white semen floating in my cousin's urine was particularly noticeable. I had just stepped out of the room when I ran into her returning. She asked, "Why is your face wet when you come out of my room?" I was so startled that I stood at the doorway, unsure how to answer. Perhaps she smelled the fermented urine on my face. She glanced at the chamber pot I had moved from the corner to the bedside. The floor next to the pot was wet. She seemed to understand what I had done. She walked to the chamber pot and saw the semen I had ejaculated in her urine. She closed the door, and a moment later, I could hear her urinating rapidly in the chamber pot. When the door opened again, she smiled slightly and said, "Go and empty the chamber pot. It won't be good if your brother finds out."

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