A Rave with My Wife's Cousin

I had no idea what I had won when I got the call from the local radio station, telling me I had won tickets to an outdoor EDM concert. But my wife surprised me. She was ecstatic, she convinced me that we needed to have fun once in a while, and this was the perfect opportunity.

My wife is Vietnamese. At five feet, she's short but has curves in all the right places. Despite being a mother to two, her c-cup breasts still hold their own. She also has a naturally slim waist, and toned legs. I used to go to the gym regularly, and while I still have some tone, I haven't kept up as much as I would like. But nonetheless, we both still feel attractive.

As we got ready for the concert, we were both a little unsure of what to wear. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, while my wife put on a sundress. We figured we'd be comfortable and wouldn't stand out too much. But when we got to the concert, we were both surprised at how young everyone was. And we were even more surprised at what everyone was wearing. Almost everyone else was in these very skimpy rave outfits. My wife and I felt a little out of place, so we hung back and people-watched from the back of the crowd.

As the night wore on, the party started to get crazier. It got dark, the music got louder, and people around us began to dance with wild abandon. We were both a bit taken aback by the level of debauchery happening all around us. At one point, a girl right in front of us started dancing with two guys wearing nothing but a thong. My wife couldn't keep her eyes off them, and she turned to me and said, "Could I join in?"

I jokingly replied, "Sure, go ahead!"

She looked at me with surprise, and asked "Are you sure?"

I chuckled and said, "Go for it!"

My wife then walked over to the girl in the thong, who was so excited for her to join. She grabbed my wife's hand and jumped with her, my wife was a bit self-conscious at first, but the thong girl was fully into the music and took it on herself to show my wife how to move her hips. My wife was laughing and having a great time, she was following the thong girl's lead and was moving her ass provocatively, half in jest. I stood back and enjoyed the show and enjoyed my wife enjoying herself.

As the night came to an end, my wife and I made our way back home. We were both a little bit tipsy and still buzzing from the wild energy of the concert. My wife was telling me how much fun she had and how she needed to wear a skimpier outfit next time. I couldn't help but laugh, imagining her in one of the tiny rave outfits I had seen at the concert.

After getting into bed, my wife pulled out her phone, which wasn't unusual for her. Most nights ended with her scrolling through Facebook or Instagram. After a few minutes though, she taps me on the shoulder.

"Look at this," she said to me.

She turned her phone to me which had open a social media account of her cousin. She started scrolling through all the sexy rave outfits she had seen her wear in her pictures.

"Doesn't she look sexy?" my wife asks.

I couldn't help but think this was a trap. "She looks great," I reply tentatively.

"I want to dress up like that next time we go to a festival," she continues.

I couldn't imagine the next time we'd go to a festival, but I also couldn't help but feel a little bit excited at the thought of my wife dressing up like that, it was quite a contrast from our usual nights at home with the kids.

After about half an hour, I hear the soft, steady breathing which signals that my wife has fallen asleep. My mind is still buzzing. I decide to go to the washroom with my phone.

I sat on the toilet and decided to search my wife's cousin's Instagram account. I began scrolling through her pictures. I saw her in all sorts of sexy rave outfits. In one photo, she was wearing a metallic silver thong bodysuit with a matching white wig that derived from some type of cosplay. Her toned legs and abs were on full display. The suit had a very narrow cut around her smooth pussy mound and the thong went completely into her full ass.

In another photo, she was wearing a sheer green lace bodysuit that left little to the imagination. The lace hugged her breasts, and her nipples were visible through the fabric in this photo. Underneath the green lace was a bright pink thong, clearly colored to draw your attention. It was impossible to not be captivated by her.

The last outfit that I scrolled to was a black and neon green rave bra and matching booty shorts. The bra was cut out in strategic places and showed off her cleavage while the shorts hugged her hips and accentuated her round butt. She looked like a wild party animal, and I couldn't help my desire for her.

I masturbated in the washroom, the images in my mind switching back and forth between pictures of my wife's cousin and an image of my wife in a similar outfit.

Four months later, my wife and I booked a trip to Los Angeles to visit her side of the family. It was unexpected for me as I'd never visited the California side of the family, but my wife said we need to do it at least once. Our kids were staying home with the grandparents, so it was just the two of us.

Her uncle picked us up from the airport and we would be staying at his house. I couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous as we pulled up to the house, knowing that my wife's cousin Tran also lived there. I had snuck off to the bathroom more than once since discovering her Instagram page, so I felt almost guilty with the thought of meeting her in person.

As soon as we walked in the door, Tran greeted us. She was slightly taller and thicker, in a good way, than my wife, and 10 years younger. She was wearing yoga pants and a white t-shirt with no bra, and I couldn't help but feel a little bit aroused. I had flashbacks to all the times I'd gone through her Instagram.

"Hello cousin!" She beamed, and she ran up and hugged my wife.

"And you must be Michael," she hugged me next, just as warmly. Her breasts squished against me as she hugged me. I could feel her hard nipples through her shirt.

"Come with me guys, I'll show you to your room." Tran said as she grabbed a suitcase and walked us into the house.

The trip progressed as normal for a couple of days, we went sightseeing and spent time with my wife's family. Tran still dressed provocatively, but nothing too crazy. I did my best to keep my eyes to myself, but I couldn't help but notice her every time she walked into a room.

Three days into the trip my wife's uncle had to head to the Bay Area for business for a night so it was just my wife, Tran, and I at the house.

At lunch that day, Tran announced that she would be going to an EDM festival that night and that a limo would pick her up around 7 PM. My wife, excited by the idea, asked "Can we come?" much to Tran's surprise.

Tran responded with "Sure, why not? I thought you guys would have no interest in it."

My wife replied "We're young at heart and we love to dance. Plus, I've been wanting to go to an EDM festival for a while now."

I chimed in "Yeah, we're in!"

Tran smiled and said "Great, I'll make sure to put you on the guest list."

Tran then asked, "Do you have something to wear for the festival?"

My wife replied, "I've been to one EDM festival in my life and I don't have anything like that."

Tran suggested "Why don't we try on some of my outfits? I'm sure we can find something you'll like."

After lunch, Tran excitedly took my wife to her room to choose some outfits for the festival. My wife, who seemed a little bit hesitant at first, asked me if I could help her choose. Tran agreed and the three of us went through her closet, picking out three different outfits for my wife to try on.

The first outfit was a neon green crop top and matching shorts set. The top was made of a stretchy material that hugged my wife's curves and showed off her toned stomach. The shorts were equally revealing and were made of a translucent material that left little to the imagination. My wife was wearing lacy black underwear which was clearly visible through the shorts. I overheard Tran tell her later she couldn't wear underwear with those shorts if she decided on them.

The second outfit was a black bodysuit with cutouts on the sides and a plunging neckline. The bodysuit was made of a shiny material that hugged my wife's body and showed off her curves. The cutouts on the sides revealed a hint of skin and the plunging neckline added a touch of sexiness. I noticed my wife had removed her bra and her beautiful c-cups were being supported by the bodysuit, with her nipples clearly visible.

The third outfit was a silver glittering mini dress. The dress was tight fitting and showed off my wife's figure. It had a deep V-neckline and was cut very high on the thighs, revealing the bottom of my wife's ass.

My wife modeled each outfit for me and I couldn't help but feel a little bit of excitement at the thought of her wearing something so skimpy and revealing. I could see the hesitation in her eyes as she looked at herself in the mirror, but I could also see the excitement of doing something new and different. Tran was encouraging her to go for it.

My wife turned to me and asked, "Which one should I wear?"

I wasn't quite sure, so I suggested, "Why don't you match Tran? Tran, what are you planning on wearing?"

Tran smiled and said, "I'll show you."

She walked to her closet and changed into a thong one-piece. It was a sparkling silver color, it had a deep V-neckline and cut high on the legs and low on the back, leaving her entire back exposed, showing off her toned back, her round full ass and her curves. I tried to conceal my excitement and admiration of her outfit. Her thong one-piece accentuated the hourglass shape of her figure, and the sparkling silver color of the outfit drew my eyes.

"Do you have something similar?" My wife asked Tran.

Tran replied, "I'm slightly bigger than you, but I might have something that works."

A few moments later, my wife walked out of the closet wearing the same style of thong one-piece but in a different color, it was a deep metallic blue. She looked stunning in the outfit as it accentuated her petite frame, her curvy hips and her perky breasts. Her body was smaller in comparison to Tran but it was no less attractive.

"Take a picture of us honey!" My wife giggled.

"Sure, one second, strike some poses for me." I said as I pulled my phone out of my pocket.

The two of them modelled their outfits for me. Things started off pretty tame, with the two of them standing side-by-side holding each others waist. I admired their differences, the slightly taller and broader Tran next to my petite wife. Things got a little more playful afterwards, as my Tran turned sideways and my wife grabbed her full ass, turning to me with an expression of mock surprise.

Things got a little more exciting for the last picture, as they both decided to turn around with the rear facing me. They bent over slightly, in the way that only women know how, in order to accentuate their curves. I took my time getting this photo ready, my eyes following the sparkly fabric that went down into their crevices, not quite covering their sensitive holes.

"Don't you dare put those pictures on Social Media!" My wife jokingly said to me after she heard the camera shutter.

As my wife and Tran admired each other's outfits, I couldn't help but feel a little bit left out.

I turned to Tran and asked "Do you have anything for me to wear?"

Tran, in a lighthearted tone, held up a silver thong and said, "How about this?"

I laughed and quickly rebuffed her, saying "I don't think that's quite my style, do you have anything else?"

Tran rummaged through her closet and pulled out a pair of neon green shorts. I tried them on and realized they were very loose fitting and translucent, the material was thin enough that it left little to the imagination. I couldn't help but feel a little bit self-conscious as I looked at myself in the mirror, but then I thought, this is what everyone else is wearing at the festival, so why not.

It was 7 pm and the limo had arrived. My wife, Tran, and I walked out to the curb to meet it. We got into the limo and we started driving to the festival. Inside were about seven of Tran's friends, both Asian and white, all of them young and good-looking. They were all dressed in similar revealing outfits, consisting of shimmering metallic fabrics, neon colors and thong-style clothing.

Most of the girls were wearing thong one-pieces similar to Tran's, but in different colors. Some were backless, some had cutouts on the side revealing their toned abs, others had deep V-necklines that showed off their cleavage. However, one girl in particular stood out. She was wild and outgoing. She was topless except for a pair of pasties that barely covered her nipples. She had a slim figure with a large bust and toned abs, her arms and legs were toned and her back was smooth and tan. She had on a pair of high heels, glitter on her face and a pair of sunglasses.

The guys were wearing neon-colored shorts that were loose-fitting, almost translucent, and they had on neon-colored tanks, some were sleeveless, others had straps that showed off their toned arms. However, one of the guys stood out as well. He was wearing a pair of mesh shorts that left little to the imagination. My wife couldn't help but check out his package as he walked by. His large cock was clearly visible through the mesh. He had a well-defined body and toned legs and was wearing sunglasses and bracelets. My wife didn't notice that I caught her staring, but I couldn't help but feel a little excited.

As the limo drove, the group poured glasses of champagne and we all toasted to a great night ahead. The music was turned up loud, and the group hooted and hollered in excitement. My wife and I looked at each other and laughed, wondering how we had ended up in this situation.

My wife leaned over and asked me "Do you like all these skimpy outfits?"

I responded "Absolutely, especially yours."

My wife laughed and responded, "I'm enjoying all the see-thru shorts too."

As we drove to the festival, shots and cannabis gummies were being passed around. The atmosphere was wild and carefree, everyone was laughing and talking loudly, the music was turned up even more and the lights inside the limo were flashing. I felt a little out of place, being the oldest in the group but I was excited to have a good time.

When we arrived at the festival, it was much like the one my wife and I had attended back home. There were large stages, with DJs playing electronic music and a sea of people dancing and having a good time. However, the atmosphere was different now that we were with a group of twenty-year-olds. The crowd was younger, wilder, and more open to experimenting with drugs and alcohol.

As we walked around the festival, I saw people taking shots, smoking, and drinking from large bottles of champagne. I soon joined in, and my wife and I found ourselves consuming more alcohol than we had intended. I felt a little out of place, but my wife was having the time of her life. The wild topless girl was leading the group, she was dancing and flirting with everyone, and my wife and I couldn't help but be drawn to her energy.

Later in the night, the topless girl put a shot glass between her tits, and in front of the group, she invited me to drink from it. My wife was egging me on, saying that it was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I was hesitant at first, but with a little encouragement from my wife and the crowd, I took the shot. I leaned forward and took the shot, my face buried in this young stranger's tits The topless girl laughed afterward and gave me a hug, and my wife and I couldn't help but laugh as well. I felt a little self-conscious but also a bit excited, I couldn't believe I had just taken a shot from a topless girl in front of my wife and our new friends.

It was after midnight and everyone's mind was buzzing from the alcohol, drugs, the music, and the wild atmosphere. We were all dancing together as a group, lost in the moment and the beat of the music. I couldn't help but notice my wife dancing with the friend in the barely-there mesh shorts. Their hands were exploring each other's bodies, and I could see the sexual tension between them.

Just then, Tran walked up to me and started dancing with me. I could feel her body pressed against mine, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her. She was wild and carefree, and I couldn't help but let myself go. She was grinding closer and closer to me, her body moving in sync with mine. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry about your wife, she's having her fun. We can have our fun too."

I started dancing with her. She was facing away from me. Her ass, covered by nothing more than her thong one-piece, grinding against me. My light neon shorts were doing nothing to hold back my growing erection which started press into the space between her legs. My hands started exploring the front of her body, tracing the outlines of her one-piece. My fingers traced the smooth skin of her pelvis where her pubic hair would be had it not been waxed. She was grinding against me, her body moving in ways that made my heart race. I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but I couldn't resist the temptation. The music was getting louder and the atmosphere was becoming more and more wild, and all I could think about was Tran and how she was making me feel.

I looked over and I saw my wife start making out with the guy in the mesh shorts. Tran took notice of that and turned to me, a wicked grin on her face. She leaned in and started making out with me. I couldn't help but be caught up in the moment, kissing her back with the same intensity. My mind was racing, and all I could think about was how much I wanted her in that moment.

As the night went on, the atmosphere became more and more wild, and the music was getting louder. We started to get lost in a sea of smoke, lights, and music. In the midst of all the chaos, I made eye contact with my wife. We both smiled at each other, knowing that we were both enjoying ourselves in our own ways. I watched as my wife reached around and squeezed the guy in the mesh shorts' barely covered ass, and I couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the sight.

Without thinking, I turned Tran around and I copied the action my wife had made, squeezing her exposed ass. My pinky and ring finger were pushed in so deeply that I felt the fabric of her thong and the slightly softer skin which marked the transition to her most sensitive parts. She let out a little moan of pleasure and pulled me even closer. We were lost in our own little world, the music, the lights, and the alcohol, all fading into the background.

We all returned to the limo, our minds still buzzing from the party. The atmosphere inside was wild, everyone was still high on the energy of the night. Whatever little clothes we had been wearing earlier in the night were mostly removed now. There was no pretense anymore. Everyone was caught up in the moment, enjoying each other's company.

I looked over and saw my wife on top of the mesh shorts guy, kissing him passionately. Her shoulder straps had been removed. Her bare breasts jiggled hung free and jiggled with the movement of the limo. I couldn't help but feel a little turned on by the sight.

Meanwhile, I was intertwined with Tran, cuddled up together on the limo bench. Her hands, which had been exploring my bare chest, moved their way down to my stomach and then over my swollen cock, just covered by the flimsy green material of my shorts. I repositioned myself, turning her so she was seated on the limo bench. I then pulled aside the thin silvery material of her body suit to expose the bald pussy it had been hiding from me all day.