Although my wife's cousin only arrived early this morning, trying to write all that has since come about seemed too complicated for me to write here. I'll leave it to members to decide whether this write-up is sufficient; I almost thought I should just skip writing about this.
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Awaiting my wife’s cousin to visit us has been an exhilarating experience. She seemed more excited each day before his arrival. Gigi knew I had to go into the office Tuesday, the day of his arrival, and Gigi was to pick him up at the airport. When we awoke at 5:30, rather than go through our usual exercise routine, she asked if I could prep her to look as sexy as possible. When helping her get ready for a date, she prefers I do it naked. I dropped my pajamas in the laundry hamper and picked out her short, white, bare-shouldered dress. It’s snowing off and on here, so I laid her white trench coat and its liner on the bed along with her dress and thong underwear. “No bra necessary,” she told me. I set her white, two-inch heel shoes at the foot of the bed.
He wore a dark blue parka and jeans while waiting at the airport's drive-up. Gigi pulled alongside the area where he waited. She left the car running, got out to take his travel bag, and greeted him with open arms and a long, tight hug. While driving him to our home, he expressed his appreciation for having him as our guest for a few days. Gigi grinned and said, “I should thank you for coming. I remember everything from your last visit and have missed our time together.”
He laid a hand on her bare knee and said, “Me too,” and asked if I still approved of their sexual relationship. Gigi smiled and said, “He likes it. In the way he thinks, you’re doing him a favor.” He laughed and said, “Then I’m looking forward to doing a lot of favors while I’m here.”
“And I’m anxious to do my part at that,” my wife said. She reached a hand across her car’s console and fiddled with the zipper of his fly, but she couldn’t position her fingers properly to unzip him. He unzipped his fly for her and she slid her hand in to grasp his cock. She said, “You know what I like with you, but I can’t do that while driving.” I didn’t know what she meant by “what she likes,” but she told me at the time she narrated his bit of info, “I like sucking his cock - as long as he can take it - before he tells me he needs to fuck.” He was running an errand at the time my wife told me all this. My jaw quivered in excitation. My cock swelled. I wanted to fuck her before her cousin returned this morning, but we each knew that she couldn’t take that much coitus. “You and I will have plenty of time for that after he has returned home.” I agreed; I wanted her to get all his dick she wished during his visit.
Gigi turned off the main road to a little-traveled, alternate road to our neighborhood. About a half-mile from the main road, she pulled her car into a clearing behind a decaying road sign and a clump of bushes that camouflaged them from any who might drive by. She left the car running for heat. She turned to him. Grasping his rigid stalk, she pressed her lips against his and he responded passionately. His hand slid down the front of her dress to cup a breast. She told him, “I love you so much,” and he responded that he had always loved her. She leaned across the console, curled her hand around his cock and stroked slowly. She lowered her head to his lap and wrapped her full lips around his stiff shaft. Her head bobbed eagerly. Her cousin moaned as she sucked his manhood. I don’t know how long that went on; my wife lost track of time until pulling her lips away and driving on to our home.
I left the office early, hoping to watch if they were then still fucking.
The moment I walked into our home, I heard my wife’s moans carrying down the hall from the bedroom. I removed my shoes and quietly padded down the hall to peer around the doorway. My wife’s legs were splayed as he lay atop her and thrusting his dick to the hilt. The two were kissing and, with each loving thrust, she wailed as his cock slid into her cunt.
I have always wanted the best for her, and I feel this connection is as good as it can get. He fucks her better than I ever have, and I’m sure she knows it. It’s more than sex. He isn’t just into her body - He’s into her mind. She was in ecstasy. Her cousin is a guy to who she has been closest her entire life. Only recently has she confessed to me and that she had wanted to make love with him since they were in high school, maybe before.
I suspect each had thoughts about sex with the other since they were in middle school, when they frequently began being naked together, mostly when swimming. Each knew his adoptive parents wouldn’t have approved, but she and her cousin pretended it was normal. He confesses he also had wanted to fuck her but, at the time, he couldn’t bring himself to admit it to her. Gigi recalls seeing him erect at times when the two were naked. She found his hard dick intriguing and fun to look at but didn’t then realize he wanted more than swimming, hugging, and playing in the lake.
I knew she was eager to see him again but this fervent intimacy between them, now that his cock plunged through her willing cunt, was incredible to watch. I was jerking off madly and pulled a handkerchief from my cargo pants.
My wife spotted me looking around the doorway and grinned. Knowing I was excited for her, my wife let loose. She threw herself fully into fucking her cousin/brother, whichever she now felt the non-blood-related guy was in her mind. Her high-pitched moans were evidence she was about to detonate in orgasm. She screamed as she climaxed. Her lower lip fluttered. Her hips urgently rolled as he slammed his cock into her. I realized the climax was rolling throughout her body. Her eyes widened, almost like shock, like the fear of a woman in the path of an oncoming train. She cried out,
“Oh goddd!” as the sensation rippled through her body.
I was cumming hard into the folds of my handkerchief. I zipped up and walked away to the kitchen to get a Pepsi and settle into a chair at our kitchen table. A few minutes later the phone intercom buzzed. Gigi asked if I could come to the bedroom.
I’m unsure of the full extent of their conversation, but one of them said they felt as if they were married to the other. Gigi told her cousin he seems like a second husband. Their banter eventually rose to the level that it would be “nice” if they had an informal wedding ceremony for him to become her “second husband.” They could have done this between the two of them but instead wished me to perform the ceremony. I admitted I liked the idea and asked the two to hold hands as I performed the service.
I asked each if they promised to love and cherish the other whenever he visited us. I asked my wife if she promised to be all his, as her second husband, whenever he is in town and that none other can take his place at those times. They chuckled when I asked if they agreed to fuck each time they get together. But they agreed to all facets of their faux marriage. I declared them as now married for as long as they were capable of performing sex - and him as her second husband and her as his loving wife whenever they can get together. Gigi turned to him, kissed him fully on the lips, and said they would have their honeymoon later tonight in our bed. She suggested I sleep in the guest room but could visit them at times in our marital bed during the night. I said, “I’m pleased to do whatever you wish for the two of you.”
Gigi rolled aside and began sucking his dick. He swiveled his head around to me and said, “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate and admire you.” I glanced down to his stiff rod and said, “That’s exactly how I feel about you.” I turned, closed the door behind me, and walked away, leaving them alone to do whatever they wished.
They later showered and walked out naked to the patio’s hot tub. I stripped off my clothes and joined them. The two sat together across from me and Gigi frequently curled her hand around his cock beneath the bubbling water and stroked. Clearly, he didn’t ejaculate for the reason when he stood, his dick was long and strongly rigid, standing out like a wooden pole. My eyes were drawn to his cock’s broad circumference. It’s lengthy and his bulging veins stand out prominently along its fleshy surface. My wife turned to take it into her lips and bobbed her head eagerly as his hands ran through her damp hair. I stroked beneath the hot tub’s water and am sure neither noticed.
I took both out for a late breakfast and again expressed my appreciation for him flying up to visit us. My wife said she doesn’t visit her hometown and parents often enough but plans on correcting that next year. Her cousin said he had told my wife’s parents he was coming to visit and something her mother said seemed to imply she assumes the two would be having sex while he was here.
Gigi grinned and said, “My mother has implied the same to me in the past. The impression I received in that brief conversation was that my parents actually hope they had.” She went on to surmise that if her parents assumed they have been sexually involved for many years, it’s almost certain his adoptive parents think the same. He pondered that a moment and asked Gigi if she approved of him making a subtle comment to their parents that implied they’re sexually involved.
My wife shrugged and said. “If your comment is actually ‘subtle’ and not fully admitting it, that wouldn’t bother me. I would like to know how they take that.” He promised to phone her and let her know. Before we left the breakfast restaurant, they decided he was to tell his parents I was out of town for a night and it was just the two of them at our home. That’s as subtle as you can get but implies they might have taken carnal advantage of my being away. And, of course, I won’t be out of town during the time he’s with us.
As I was driving them home, Gigi convinced him to stay through Friday morning, rather than just the two days and nights he planned. He has since made flight arrangements to change his return trip.
I like that. A “second husband” should get all the sex he and his newly second-married wife want. As I’m writing this in my computer room, he and my wife are fucking atop a towel on our living room couch. I know they are because I can hear the sounds, so I’m going to close this out and go watch as discreetly as possible.
~ Des
