My Wife’s Cousin (Part II)

Written by Robin Van Persie

 

“Wow, John, you fucking pervert! I leave you with Anne for an hour and I find out that you’re fucking one another? Fuck you!”

Actually, it was three hours. My hair was barely wet. I had just turned on the shower when my wife, Julie, walks in with my phone in her hand. I had spent said three hours screwing and sucking the brains out of her hot cousin, Anne, who, for some fucking reason, had to send me a text message about. Good job, Anne. Real Smart.

“Here, don’t you want to read what my slut of a cousin sent you?” With that, Julie threw my iPhone at me, hitting me squarely on my chest. I tapped on messages and read Anne’s text.

“Fuck, John, my pussy’s so wet right now thinking about last Saturday. Next time, I’ll swallow your cum.”

Right. She didn’t have to write my name. Fuck. My mind quickly went back to last Saturday night, when I was fucking my wife’s cousin, Anne. I remember her sweaty body glistening under our living room’s fluorescent lights. The way I pushed my thumb in her sweet ass. The way..

“Hey, motherfucker, are you listening to me? I’ll ask you again, did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.” I replied. Hey, might as well come clean, right? Then I said something that made her eyes wet with tears. “Just like you enjoyed Raymond’s cock in your mouth.” Ouch. That hurt her. A few months after we got married, I found out that they secretly met up with her ex-boyfriend, Raymond, for a little in-the-car action. No penetration, just a good old fashioned blowjob and some fingering before my high school batch mate, who saw them in the parking lot, opened the door and bashed the guy’s face in with two right hooks. Thank God for loyal friends right? She told me everything that happened and begged me to forgive her. What can I say, I love her. i forgave her. Call me stupid but I understood that it was just horniness that drove her to do it, one last tryst before committing herself fully to me.

Well, I screwed my ex-girlfriend two weeks after that. Julie doesn’t know, of course but hey, an eye for an eye, so to speak.

“That’s over now. We agreed to forgive and forget. Is this revenge? Is that it, John?” She said between sobs. I wanted to kick myself in the nuts.

“I’m sorry for bringing that up, Jules. I don’t know what came over me. Come here.” I hugged her tight. I really was sorry. “This wasn’t revenge. We were just caught up in the moment. We had too much to drink too. That’s all. I love you. You’re my wife and I love you so much.” That was true. Every word.

She kissed me on the lips. I wiped her tears and kissed her back. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok,” she said, “I’m sorry too. I love you.”

End of story, right? Not quite. As I let go of our embrace, she held my arms, looked straight in my eyes and asked me, “Did you fuck her doggy style, honey?”

Hello.

“Yes, I did.”

“Did she shout when you licked her clit?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like the feeling of her lips on your cock?”

“Yes.”

“Did you suck her small tits?”

“Yes.”

“Did you tongue play with her hard nipples?”

“Look, Julie.” I started as I looked at my wife. Strands of her sweat-filled hair had fallen on her forehead. I noticed that she was wearing a light blue top and had no bra underneath it. Her nipples were not quite hard but visible under the strain of her tiny spaghetti strap top. Beads of sweat had also formed on her chest. As she fixed her hair, her 34 C boobs rose with her arms. The front of my towel was slowly rising, as well. “You don’t have to do this. We can just forget everything and go back to how we were.”

She noticed the bulge on my towel and licked her lips. She motioned forward, as if to touch it but stopped herself. She turned around and, without looking back, said, “Tell Anne I saw her message. Tell her to come over. The three of us need to talk this over, like the grown-ups that we are.”

Well. I’ll be damned.

***** To be continued *****