My cousin had sex with his wife.

That evening, I lay on the sofa with my wife in my arms watching TV, her soft, delicate body nestled against me. My hands unconsciously began to wander. My wife had just finished showering and was only wearing a silk bathrobe. One hand slid from her waist down to her hips, then to her bare thighs; her delicate skin was as smooth as the silk robe. My other hand was also restless, slipping inside her collar to her breasts. The smooth, full feel of her breasts immediately made my penis stand at attention. Her breasts were full and firm; I squeezed them a couple of times, then began to knead them skillfully.
"Oh..." my wife moaned softly, then grabbed my hand that was roaming over her chest. "Stop it, let me watch TV for a bit." How could I give up the delicious meat that was already in my mouth? I attacked with both hands, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly, kneading the soft flesh in my arms.
My wife seemed unable to bear it any longer. She pulled away from my arm, stood up, and said with a light scolding, "You're so annoying! Can't you wait a little while? You have to..." I thought, "You have to make
me uncomfortable, haha!" I saw tears welling up in her alluring eyes, and I felt a secret thrill. Standing under the lamplight, her eyes were full of spring, her pretty face a mixture of reproach and shyness, a blush rising on her cheeks. I quietly admired the beautiful woman before me. Although we had been married for three years, she was still as youthful and beautiful as when we first met. She had an oval face, long flowing hair, a slender figure, and fair, translucent skin. Because we hadn't had children, her waist was still as slender as a young girl's. Tall and graceful, she possessed legs that would make countless women envious and men go crazy.
No! I should say that my wife was even more beautiful and charming now than before. Her breasts, massaged tirelessly by me, had become much fuller than before, like a pair of ripe, tempting peaches. My wife exuded a captivating mature woman's charm from the inside out. I love my wife; she is so beautiful and understanding.
I beckoned to my wife, and she sat back down beside me. I pulled down my shorts, took her delicate hand, and gently placed it on my erection.
"Looks like you won't let me watch TV in peace unless you keep him in line," my wife said with a light laugh. Then her hand began to slide up and down my penis.
"Hiss..." I closed my eyes, slowly enjoying my wife's ministrations. After a while, my arousal intensified, and just as I was about to reach out and embrace my wife, my phone suddenly rang.
I had no choice but to regretfully leave my wife behind and answer the phone. It was my cousin, my good friend from high school, calling. Although we hadn't been in touch for a long time, I recognized his voice immediately. His voice sounded a little hurried. He asked if it would be convenient for me to stay at my place for a few days. I thought about the guest room I had, and since it was a friend's request, I readily agreed. I gave my cousin my address, hung up, then pulled my wife closer and told her who my cousin was and that he wanted to stay at my place for a few days.
My cousin is from my aunt's side. Because friends all know he has a big penis, some people call him "Turtle Brother." The first guy who called him Turtle Brother met with a tragic end; he got a severe beating from my cousin, reportedly even vomiting blood. I'm 175cm tall, which isn't short, but I'm still a head shorter than my cousin. He was incredibly strong back then. Strangely enough, in school, I, the "good kid" in the teachers' eyes, and he, the "bad kid," got along remarkably well. Although my cousin could be fierce at times, he was mostly easy to talk to. He was talkative, straightforward, and a man of his word, making him very easy to get along with. Moreover, my cousin was also my "savior." It was during the summer vacation after I graduated from junior high school. One day, my cousin and I went swimming. I accidentally got a cramp in the deep end and almost drowned. No one around me noticed anything was wrong, and I nearly drowned in the pool. Thankfully, my cousin spotted me in time and pulled me out of the deep end. After the college entrance exam, I went to university in another city, while my cousin didn't continue his studies and went into the workforce, so we gradually lost touch.
An hour later, my cousin came to my house. When I opened the door and saw him for the first time, I was shocked.
"Cousin, what happened to you?"
My cousin's features hadn't changed much; he had a buzz cut, and his body was much wider than before, but not bulky—he was very sturdy and strong. His face looked somewhat haggard, and there were some bloodstains on his cheeks, probably from wiping them off; his clothes were also splattered with blood, and he exuded a fierce aura.
"Brother, I might have to trouble you."
I quickly invited my cousin into the house and asked him what was wrong. He said to wait a moment while he washed his face. After my cousin went to the kitchen to wash his face, I welcomed him into the living room.
"Cousin, this is my wife."
"Wow, your wife is a real beauty!" My cousin's eyes seemed to widen when he saw his wife in her pink silk robe, and even the tired look on his face faded a little. I coughed, and he came back to his senses, saying to me, "Awen, you're a lucky guy!" Seeing the envy in my cousin's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little proud. Marrying my wife was the proudest and happiest achievement of my life. I noticed my cousin constantly glancing at my wife's exposed legs, and a strange feeling welled up inside me. I gestured for my wife to go back to the master bedroom to rest, and then asked my cousin what had happened.
My cousin slowly told me about the troubles he had been facing recently. My cousin works as a bouncer at a nightclub for a powerful figure. A couple of days ago, a young man surnamed Xu got drunk and caused a scene. My cousin tried to calm him down for a long time without success, and in a fit of anger, he beat the guy up. Little did he know, the young man was someone important—the son of a provincial leader. He was just visiting G City for a few days and my cousin had assaulted him. This really stirred up trouble for my cousin. The police came to arrest him, but luckily, he had inside information and escaped beforehand. Unable to catch him, the police shut down the nightclub. Two
days later, my cousin's powerful backer came to him, asking him to apologize to Xu and appease him so the matter could be resolved quickly and the nightclub could reopen. My cousin initially considered swallowing his pride and apologizing to Mr. Xu to let the matter drop. However, he overheard some underworld figures secretly warning him that Mr. Xu had already declared he would cripple my cousin and imprison him for ten or eight years.
My cousin refused to accept this. That very night, he seized an opportunity and beat up Mr. Xu, who was alone, breaking his leg. Now, my cousin is being hunted by both the police and the underworld, and has nowhere to hide. He then remembered that I was also in G City, and since he hadn't contacted me in a long time, no one would suspect he was hiding with me, so he came to seek refuge.
I was genuinely surprised that my cousin had gotten into such a mess, and I was slightly annoyed. However, remembering our friendship from our school days and the life he had saved, I ultimately agreed to let him stay with me for a while. My cousin promised that after a few days, once things calmed down, he would leave and wouldn't implicate me.
And so, my cousin moved in with my wife and me.
Two days later, while at work, I secretly inquired about my cousin with a friend in the underworld. My friend told me that my cousin was in big trouble now; people all over the city were looking for him, and the young master Xu who had been beaten had even declared that if he found out who was harboring my cousin, he would make sure the person who protected him was ruined. Hearing this, my face turned pale, and I began to regret letting my cousin stay with me.
When I got home that night, I found that my cousin wasn't home, which terrified me. I called his cell phone, but no one answered. When my wife came home from work, I asked her, and she said she didn't know where my cousin had gone. I waited anxiously until midnight, when my cousin finally opened the door.
"Cousin, where did you go?" I asked him.
My cousin seemed a little embarrassed: "I went out to ask around, to see if the danger had passed." As soon as my cousin opened his mouth, I smelled a strong odor of alcohol, and he smelled of perfume. There were several lipstick marks on his cheeks. I immediately understood—he actually had the mind to go out and find women at a time like this?
I suppressed a surge of anger and advised my cousin that he was in big trouble and should stay home instead of going out to find women. My cousin probably thought I was lecturing him, and his voice rose: "...I haven't been without a woman since I was 18. I have to sleep with a woman every night. These past few days without a woman, I can't sleep at night... You two can go at it every night... I've held back for two days, but today I just couldn't take it anymore. I have physical needs too..." I was stunned for a moment. My cousin probably realized his tone was off and quickly apologized. We sat down and talked. My cousin said his libido was extremely high, and he'd been masturbating to relieve it for the past two days. Men all know that masturbation only provides temporary relief and isn't the same as real sex; my cousin said he really couldn't resist anymore, which is why he went to find prostitutes.
"But this is too dangerous. The whole street is looking for you, both the underworld and the legitimate world. What if you get caught..." "I promise, I won't go out fooling around anymore. I'll stay here obediently." My cousin quickly raised his hand to promise.
That night, I had a nightmare. I dreamt that my cousin sneaked out to find a prostitute, but was caught by Young Master Xu. Young Master Xu and a group of his men followed the trail to my house and arrested my wife and me. "So there's another young lady here. What a beautiful young lady!" Young Master Xu picked up my wife and threw her onto the bed. I seemed to see my wife's panicked face. In the dream, she was being pressed down on the bed by Young Master Xu. Her clothes were scattered everywhere. My wife struggled. She tried to avoid Young Master Xu's pull and ran towards me naked. She wanted me to save her, and I stretched out my arm, but I couldn't grab my wife's hand no matter what I did. Then, to my horror, I saw Mr. Xu appear behind my wife, his hands tightly gripping her waist… “Got you! Hahaha…” With a lewd laugh, Mr. Xu thrust his penis heavily into my wife’s lower body… I woke up with a start, covered in sweat. Turning my head, I saw my wife’s beautiful profile beside me, but a deep fear gripped my heart.
For the next two days, my cousin behaved very well, staying home obediently watching TV every day. But I saw in his eyes that unfulfilled male desire, a desire that was growing stronger and stronger, clouding my cousin’s mind. If my cousin couldn’t control his lower body and went out to fool around again, my nightmare might become a reality.
That night, I stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to sleep. My wife lay on her side on top of me, stroking my chest with her small hand. “What’s wrong? What have you been thinking about these past two days? Are you worried about my cousin?” I told my wife everything about my cousin’s outing that day, the possible consequences, and the nightmare (of course, I didn’t mention the part about my wife being raped).
My wife, even more timid, became frightened after hearing this. "Could you ask my cousin to leave?" I patted my wife's back and told her with a wry smile that we and my cousin were now in the same boat.
"If my cousin could just stay home obediently, there would be nothing to worry about, but he insists on going out to find women." My wife pursed her lips, blinking repeatedly. Finally, she seemed to have made a decision and stammered, "Wouldn't it be okay if I could just help him calm down?" "Hmm! But without women, my cousin can't calm down. He's tried masturbating, but it's completely useless. Where can we find him women at home? What if the neighbors see us hiring prostitutes?" I said.
"...There are women at home..." My wife's voice was very soft, and I didn't hear her clearly. "What?" "I mean, if you're willing, I can help my cousin calm down?" "What!!!???" I was shocked, and asked my wife the same "what" in a louder voice.
"Why are you being so fierce? I'm doing this for you, for the safety of the family. Do you think I want this?" My wife seemed to have suffered a great injustice, her eyes filled with tears. I was stunned for a long time, looking at my wife like this, speechless.
Suddenly, I moved, flipping over and pinning my wife beneath me. My right hand lifted her robe from below, then slid down to pull off her panties. I touched her vulva a couple of times and was surprised to find that she was already incredibly wet, while my lower body was already hard and eager. I lowered myself and thrust deep into her.
"Oh..." The fullness in my lower body made my wife let out a satisfied moan. I began to thrust vigorously, and my wife's legs followed my movements, wrapping around my waist. Our bodies became one, like a boat, floating up and down on the bed. Recalling my wife's words, I felt a surge of gratitude for her thoughtfulness, while a strange sensation welled up within me. It was as if her words had unleashed a forbidden demon deep within me, causing my excitement to rise exceptionally quickly.
My wife was unusually wet tonight; her vagina seemed to spasm, constantly writhing and gripping my penis with incredible pleasure. I held her buttocks and thrust rapidly back and forth. Before long, with a few intense thrusts, I ejaculated, and my wife, with a moan of pleasure, reached the peak of sexual bliss with me.
The next morning, I chatted with my cousin for a bit and carefully observed his state. He seemed unfocused and visibly agitated. I thought to myself, it seems three days without seeing a woman is his limit; he'll probably go out again today. But the situation outside is still tense. If he gets caught by Xu Gongzi's men, my wife and I will be in danger too. Thinking of this, I said to my cousin, "Cousin, I have something to tell you tonight." "Ah, what is it, brother?" My cousin seemed a little surprised, then his expression changed. "Are you trying to get rid of me?" I quickly reassured him, saying, "We're brothers for life. How could I abandon my brother when he's in trouble? It's something else." Before leaving for work, I once again told my cousin not to go out today. I told him I'd discuss it with him when I got home.
My wife and I left home together, looking at each other, both seeing the helplessness in each other's eyes. I told my wife that my cousin wasn't acting right, and it seemed she really needed to help him calm down tonight. My wife walked away with her head down, and after a long pause, she finally replied with a single word, "Okay."
That day at work, I was constantly distracted. The thought of my wife having to "serve" my cousin that night made me feel terrible. Torn between my beloved wife and my brother, I honestly didn't know if my decision was right or wrong. I tried to comfort myself, saying, "It's okay, it's just helping my cousin calm down. Think of it as a handshake. In today's society, everyone should be more open-minded and not carry too much burden. As long as my wife hasn't done anything to betray me, she's still my beloved wife." Later, I called my wife again and comforted her. She seemed quite down, and I promised her I would make it up to her later, which helped her recover.
When I got home that evening, I found my wife had arrived before me and was cooking in the kitchen. She had bought a lot of groceries and some beer.
"Where's my cousin?" I asked my wife.
"He's watching TV on the sofa," she replied.
As soon as I entered the living room, my cousin came to greet me. "Brother, hurry up and tell me what's wrong. Also, tell your wife not to cook so much food tonight; I'm going out to eat something." Go out to eat something? Actually, he's going out to find a prostitute! I saw my cousin's eyes were a little red, and I sighed inwardly. It seemed that this was really the only option.
"Cousin, I know what you're going out to do, but don't take the risk of going out to find a prostitute. It's too dangerous for you to go out now!" "...It's okay, I'll accept it even if I get caught. I just can't hold it in anymore, Wen, look." My cousin pointed to his crotch, and I was shocked. His shorts were bulging with a high tent. "...Brother, I really can't hold it in anymore." I finally made up my mind and told my cousin that my wife would be with him for a while tonight to help him cool down.
"What?! Brother, what are you talking about?" My cousin was shocked. I grabbed his arm and led him back to the living room. Sitting on the sofa, I told him that my wife and I had made up our minds. Tonight, my wife would help my cousin quell his lust. We're all family, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about. Ultimately, it's for my cousin's safety; going out is too risky. My cousin kept shaking his head, saying "No." I finally said, "Brothers are like limbs, wives are like clothes" (I spoke very softly, afraid my wife would hear). Even if it were just helping my cousin quell his lust, what would it matter if I gave my wife to a brother? After hearing this, my cousin gave me a deep look: "Good brother, I'm sorry to trouble you." Dinner was a bit somber. I noticed my cousin sitting across from me constantly glancing at my wife. My wife must have sensed it; she, usually so talkative, was silent, just eating without daring to look up.
The three of us drank some beer. After dinner, my wife cleared the table and went to take a shower.
My cousin suggested we forget it, saying he'd go find a prostitute in a secluded spot—it wouldn't be risky. I thought to myself, with all this scandal, he might not come back alive. I tried to reason with him, telling him not to overthink it, it was just a short while anyway. I specifically told him my wife was just helping him cool off, and he absolutely mustn't touch her or take advantage of her. She's easily embarrassed, and I couldn't bring myself to do it. My cousin readily agreed.
After showering, my wife, wearing a long bathrobe, wrapped tightly around herself, came out and glanced at me. I nodded to her. She glanced at my cousin again, blushed, and went into the master bedroom with her head down.
"Brother, I'm off then," my cousin said, getting up and following my wife into the master bedroom. I sat there dumbfounded on the sofa, a strange feeling creeping over me. Had I just sent my wife away like that?
Then I saw the master bedroom door close. My heart skipped a beat. Why did my cousin close the door? I approached the master bedroom, intending to open the door, but then hesitated. "With the door open, my wife might feel embarrassed, and my cousin would be awkward too!" I stopped, standing in the doorway. There was no sound from inside the bedroom. I was eager to know what was happening in the master bedroom. Although my cousin had promised not to touch me, what if he took advantage of the situation to grope my wife? Suddenly, a thought struck me—I remembered we had a security camera in the bedroom. It had been installed during the renovation, mainly to allow my wife and me to remotely monitor the house and deter thieves. I'd forgotten about it since we hadn't used it. I quickly went to the study, turned on the computer, and opened the remote camera control, staring intently at the screen… My cousin entered the master bedroom and saw my wife sitting on the bed with her head down, fiddling with the belt of her bathrobe, looking somewhat nervous. My cousin scrutinized his wife. Having just showered, she was like a lotus emerging from the water, her skin fair and rosy, the distinctive milky scent of her shower gel making her incredibly alluring. Usually, he rarely stared at her directly, mindful of my presence, but now he could finally appreciate her beauty.
"So beautiful, so pretty!" he exclaimed, turning and closing the master bedroom door before walking straight to her.
His wife felt a shadow fall over her. Looking up, she saw the large bulge in his shorts, pointing directly at her. She slightly turned her head, catching a strong masculine scent.
"Take off your shorts," she said softly, frowning.
"Yes!" he readily agreed, immediately pulling off his shorts. His large penis, freed from restraint, sprang out like a spring.
"How can it be so big!" she exclaimed, her mouth agape in surprise. Although I had told her my cousin had a large penis, she hadn't expected it to be this big. Among his cousin's thick pubic hair, a huge penis stood out, pointing upwards like a giant python emerging from the grass. It was about seventeen or eighteen centimeters long, jet black with prominent veins, especially the glans, which was shiny black and looked like an iron egg. The wife thought to herself, "Thank goodness we're not having sex, or my lower body would be stretched to the point of bursting." Sitting on the edge of the bed, her face was level with her cousin's lower abdomen. His penis pointed directly at her face, like a sniper rifle aimed at its target, ready to pierce it at any moment.
"Feel it, it can get even bigger!" the cousin said, looking down at his wife. Seeing her stunned by his large penis, he felt a surge of pride. He proudly shook his penis, like a knight drawing his sword, displaying his astonishing sexual prowess to his wife. Seeing his wife's surprised, slightly agape mouth, the cousin's heart stirred.
He thrust forward, intending to touch her mouth with his penis. His wife reacted quickly, reaching out with both hands, one grasping his penis, the other bracing against his lower abdomen, and leaning her face back, managing to avoid his advance.
She glared at him angrily, then began to stroke him with her small hands. When she grasped his penis, she realized it was much thicker than it appeared; she couldn't even close her hands completely. The cousin closed his eyes, quietly feeling the cool softness of his wife's small hands, secretly pleased: "My good brother's wife is actually helping me masturbate, damn, this feels so good!" Feeling that her palms weren't lubricated enough, the wife took the essential oil she had prepared and applied it to her palms, then smeared some on her cousin's penis. She then clasped her hands together and began stroking his penis up and down.
"It's going to be difficult for you to help me ejaculate with your hands," the cousin couldn't help but remind his wife, even though it felt good, it was still far from the point of climax. "Even the prostitutes outside rarely help me ejaculate; your technique is much worse than theirs." Hearing her cousin compare her to prostitutes and criticize her technique, the wife felt a little unhappy. However, she lacked experience; she only knew simple stroking. So she used a clumsy method, gripping his penis with more force and swinging her arms more vigorously. But even this was far from satisfying the seasoned cousin.
The wife's fair, delicate hand slid up and down her cousin's iron-like penis. His glans was so large that as her hand slid upwards, the foreskin barely covered the groove beneath the glans. Clear fluid was already oozing from the urethral opening, mingling with the lubricant she had just applied. Under the light, his penis gleamed with a sensual sheen.
Masturbation was actually quite strenuous. The wife's arms were slender, and with the constant up-and-down motion, her shoulders and arms soon began to ache and feel sore. The cousin noticed beads of sweat forming on his wife's delicate nose and said, "Tired? Slow down. How about we try something different?" "What kind of different?" the wife asked, looking up, her hands still moving. My cousin looked down and saw his wife's small, alluring red lips. He suggested, "Give me a blowjob." "No, that's too dirty!" his wife said coquettishly, quickly refusing. His wife was a bit of a germaphobe; otherwise, she wouldn't have showered before offering her services to his cousin. Besides, even I had never experienced her giving me a blowjob.
"You've never given me a blowjob before, have you? You don't know how? Let me teach you. Your lips are so beautiful; it must look and feel amazing. Once you learn, you can give it to Awen; he'll love it." "Really?" His wife hesitated. "No, no, I can't accept that." His cousin didn't say anything more. His wife lowered her head and continued to focus on giving his cousin a handjob. After a while, his wife felt her arms getting heavier and heavier. "I can't take it anymore; I'm tired. You do it yourself." His wife stopped using her hands and just gripped his penis tightly. His cousin could tell that his wife was really exhausted, so he started moving his hips back and forth, like he was having sex.
"Slap slap," my cousin strangely discovered that his penis was making sounds like sex in his wife's hands, probably because her hands were covered in sex oil. Stimulated by the sound, he began to thrust faster. His
wife stared intently at his penis, watching it dart in and out of her hands like a snake emerging from its hole. She felt like a guinea pig, the target of that giant snake. His shoulders ached, and his wife's neck was tired too. Without realizing it, his wife lowered her head, her face getting closer and closer to his penis.
My cousin, still watching his wife, noticed her head was too low. He calculated the distance, thrust his hips forward, and his penis shot out like an arrow. His wife's hands couldn't stop it.
"No...uh..." The wife had barely opened her mouth to utter a "no" when her cousin, with a burst of energy, shoved his penis into her mouth. A strong, fishy smell exploded in her mouth, the intense scent of male hormones rushing down her throat and into her nasal cavity. Her cousin held her mouth tightly, preventing her from spitting out his penis, shouting, "So good, so good..." Stimulated by the masculine scent, the wife felt dizzy and weak. She pushed him away several times before finally managing to push him away. As soon as she spat out his penis, she gasped for breath. A mouthful of saliva welled up in her mouth, and looking at the floor and bed, she realized it wasn't a suitable place to spit it out. In the end, she swallowed the saliva containing his semen.
"How could you do this?" The wife was extremely aggrieved, tears welling up in her eyes. "Even my husband has never done this!" "Don't cry, don't cry. Sigh, look, it's all my fault. It's all my fault, but your lips are just too sexy, too tempting, that's why I couldn't resist." The cousin quickly comforted his wife. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but remembered his promise to me that he couldn't touch her, so he withdrew his hand.
The wife's tears still flowed, and the cousin quickly began to coax her: "Your lips are so beautiful, really, I've never seen lips as beautiful as yours. I really couldn't resist wanting you to lick them for me. When you were sucking on me just now, I felt so happy I could fly... I'd even die if you could suck on my lips right now!" "Then why don't you just die!" The wife burst out laughing when she saw the cousin's exaggerated words. She realized that her tone was a bit off, as if she were flirting with her lover, and quickly stopped laughing.
Seeing that his wife had laughed, the cousin felt half relieved and continued to praise her. "Baby, your mouth is so perfect, so tempting!" His wife's mouth was indeed beautiful, a perfect cherry-like mouth, red lips and white teeth, lips that were neither too thick nor too thin, a rosy color, especially beautiful when she smiled. "Just now, when you sucked on me, I felt like I was flying to heaven. A few more times, and I think I'm about to ejaculate. If you just use your hand to help me, I'm afraid you won't be able to finish by dawn. You don't want to take that long, do you? Wen is still waiting outside the room!" "...Really?" His cousin noticed his wife was wavering, and then coaxed, "Didn't you say you wanted to help me cool down? Please, save me!" His cousin sounded pitiful, and his wife hesitated: "But I don't know how!" Seeing that his wife didn't refuse, his cousin was overjoyed: "I'll teach you! Once you learn, you can use it on my brother, and he'll understand how good you are and never want to leave you again." His wife thought for a long time, and finally nodded in agreement.
His cousin was indeed experienced; he taught very well, and his wife learned quickly.
"...Yes! Like that, take it in your mouth, don't use your teeth, yes, ah...it feels so good...lick it, from bottom to top, give it a kiss, oh...good, you learn quickly..." In the master bedroom, the wife sat on the edge of the bed, burying her head between her cousin's legs. She had nowhere to put her hands, so she simply wrapped them around her cousin's body and placed them on his buttocks. The
wife gently took her cousin's testicles into her mouth, making a gurgling sound, spitting them out, taking them in again, and spitting them out again... The wife used her fragrant tongue to lick along the long penis, from the bottom all the way to the tip of the glans, kissed the glans, and then her tongue slid down, licking the tip of the glans again from the other side of the penis... The wife's tongue swirled around the glans, saliva flowing continuously down her fragrant tongue onto her cousin's penis. Then the wife suddenly took her cousin's penis into her mouth, deeply, sucking it in, and swallowing the saliva. My cousin's penis was so big that my wife's mouth could only hold about a third of it. "I never thought my first time giving oral sex would be to a man other than my husband," my wife thought, feeling a mix of sadness and excitement. She kept swallowing and spitting, savoring the unique fishy taste of his penis, feeling the heat of the glans, and its pulsation in her mouth.
My cousin was being licked to the point of ecstasy. He felt the warmth and moisture of his wife's mouth, and his buttocks moved involuntarily back and forth in rhythm with her movements. Looking down at her, my cousin saw her head bowed, as if surrendering, kneeling before him. The feeling was incredibly pleasurable. Then he noticed that his wife's bathrobe seemed to have loosened, and through the collar, he could see her rounded breasts.
The wife was wearing a long bathrobe, a front-opening style without buttons, held together only by a belt in the middle. Perhaps because her head was constantly moving, the front of the bathrobe was already quite open. Her cousin's heart stirred again, and he began skillfully shoving his penis into her mouth, a couple of times to the left, a couple of times to the right. Her head swayed back and forth, and the bathrobe loosened further. The wife seemed to be experiencing pleasure from the oral sex, making soft, whimpering sounds, completely unaware that her bathrobe was opening wider and wider.
Finally, her right breast popped out of the bathrobe, the rosy tip of her nipple standing proudly, displaying its presence to her cousin.
"Ugh..." The wife quickly tried to shove her breast back in, but then heard her cousin's low growl: "Don't move!" The wife stopped.
"Let me see, I promise I won't touch you," the cousin commanded. "Your breasts are so beautiful, I get so excited just looking at them." The wife was also feeling a bit tired and just wanted her cousin to ejaculate as soon as possible. Since he had promised not to touch her breasts, she didn't put the tube back in.
The cousin admired his penis going in and out of his wife's red lips for a while, and watched his wife's white breasts bounce in the air. The cousin lowered his head and whispered in his wife's ear, "Open your bathrobe and let me see the other breast. I promise I won't touch it." The wife was probably aroused too. She thought that since she had already given him oral sex, it wouldn't hurt for her cousin to see her breasts. So she raised her arms, pulled down both sleeves of her bathrobe, and tucked them into a ball around her waist. Then her entire upper body was exposed in front of her cousin.
"What beautiful breasts!" The cousin stared blankly at his wife's pair of soft, white breasts. Her breasts were beautifully shaped, like peaches, with a rosy blush on her skin, making them exceptionally alluring. Especially the nipples, so rosy and prominent. The cousin really wanted to bite into his wife's breasts and gently suckle them. And her bare back, shoulders, and collarbone were also so beautiful and sexy. His penis throbbed excitedly in his wife's mouth.
"Mmm...are you...going to cum...mmm...?" his wife mumbled.
"Yes! I'm feeling it, you're doing a great job."
His encouragement pleased his wife, and she worked even harder between his legs.
With each back-and-forth sway of his hips, my cousin moved his leg forward slightly, pressing it directly against my wife's knee. My wife's legs, which were resting on the edge of the bed, parted a little wider. My cousin pressed his leg against hers again, and my wife opened her legs even wider… My cousin pushed in little by little, and my wife's legs opened slowly, until finally they were completely open, and my cousin's calves were pressed against the inside of my wife's thighs. My wife felt incredibly lewd, her legs spread wide in a "splits" position. If it weren't for the bathrobe and underwear, her most secret place would be exposed to my cousin. Just thinking about it made her feel a surge of heat in her lower body; she could even feel her petals opening and closing, releasing nectar. Through the hem of his bathrobe, my cousin could vaguely see my wife's underwear and the very obvious wetness on it.
My cousin's body was now pressed against my wife's, his thighs colliding with the thrusting of his hips, striking my wife's firm breasts. Thankfully, my cousin remembered his promise to me and didn't touch her.
The wife's nipples brushed against the hair on her cousin's thigh, sending an electric shock-like sensation from her nipples to her heart. A wave of pleasure surged from her tailbone all the way to her forehead, making her feel like she was about to fly. She was incredibly aroused; her parted legs wrapped around her cousin's legs, her hands tightly gripping his buttocks, her breasts rubbing against his thighs, her head bobbing up and down.
Under the light in the master bedroom, the wife resembled a koala, clinging to her cousin's buttocks and legs.
"Ah! It feels so good!" Her soft, delicate body massaged her cousin's lower body, bringing him to the peak of pleasure.
My cousin bent his legs and then straightened them, suddenly lifting his buttocks and using only his waist and legs to lift his wife off the bed. He held the position for two seconds, then slammed her back onto the bed. His wife felt a jolt throughout her body; her already wet and sticky vulva slammed heavily against the mattress. An electric current shot through her sensitive vulva. She clung to my cousin even tighter. He lifted her up and slammed her down several more times, waves of pleasure crashing over her head. Suddenly, she straightened her back, her breasts pressed tightly against his thighs, and her body began to tremble.
My cousin felt her hands and legs tighten their grip, followed by her trembling. The experienced cousin knew he had successfully brought his brother's wife to orgasm. After the orgasm, his wife went limp, her limbs loosening, only her mouth still unconsciously sucking on his penis. My cousin savored the warmth and moisture of his wife's mouth. He felt his own desire rising, and he began his final thrust, penetrating deeper and deeper into her mouth.
Finally, he plunged his penis deep into her throat, leaving only a small portion protruding. He felt the pressure of her throat against his glans. Unable to suppress the urge to release, he let out a low growl, and a gush of semen shot from his penis, surging into her throat. His penis
remained firmly pressed against her mouth; he hadn't been with a woman for days, and his sperm reserves were overflowing. After a while, he finally ejaculated, and his wife spat out his limp penis, followed by another dry cough. Thick, white semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, down her pointed chin, onto her breasts, and then down her cleavage… I turned off the computer and returned to the living room.
My wife and cousin were probably tidying up in the room. After a while, my cousin opened the door and came out. He looked at me a little awkwardly, "Thanks, brother..." He hesitated, then greeted me and quickly went back to his room. I looked up at the clock; an hour had passed.
I went into the bedroom and said to my wife, "Thank you for your hard work!"
"I'm going to the bathroom first," my wife said, walking past me. As she passed me, I noticed the blush on her face hadn't faded, but the semen on her lips had been wiped away, and she was wearing her bathrobe again. I went to where my wife had been sitting; the sheets on the edge of the bed were soaked. It turned out what I had seen on the computer was real. My wife had been oral sexed by my cousin, given a blowjob, and then had an orgasm.
Lying in bed, I asked my wife how she relieved my cousin's lust. She hesitated for a moment before answering that she just masturbated him. I understood her concerns, but I still felt terrible that she had kept this from me. My wife and I made love very late. She seemed exceptionally excited during sex, constantly moaning and groaning, but ultimately she didn't use her mouth to service my penis, and I subconsciously avoided kissing her mouth as well.
[The End]

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