Cousin Nick was visiting from back East. He was about ten years older than my wife and has known her since she was a child. He was only staying two nights as he was passing through California on his way to Nepal. Karen stayed home as I drove to the airport to meet Nick's plane. While driving, I indulged myself by imagining my favorite fantasy.
Karen and I often used stories to arouse our passions. One of our most popular involved her being totally submissive to another man. She would allow him to take her sexually in any way he wanted. I would assume the role of the other man. But, what I really desired was for her to actually experience the fantasy for real. Before Nick's arrival, I started calling myself by Nick's name during these fantasy driven encounters. Karen would even close her eyes and encourage my lust driven strokes with cries of, "Nick, ohhh...Nick!"
Karen always insisted that she would never, ever, participate in the real deal. But, I planned on finding out.
I met Nick curbside at the airport, and tossed his back-pack in the rear seat. We began talking about old times. He mentioned the time Karen had gone back East to visit her parents. How she and her parents came over to spend the day at Nick's farm. He showed Karen how to drive his tractor.
I remembered Karen talking about this incident. She told me that when Nick helped her board the tractor that he actually felt her ass as she climbed over him. As she turned to give him a dirty look, he just smiled and gave her a kiss. Karen was so surprised, she just kissed him back, and forgot about being angry.
After the driving lesson, Nick again assisted her in dismounting the tractor. She gave Nick a brief thank you kiss and turned to walk back to the house. But Nick touched her shoulder, stopping her. She looked back inquisitively as he bent down to kiss her again. She told me that his lips were so soft, and the kiss so gentle, that she allowed it to linger a bit too long.
I shared Karen's memory of the event with Nick. He could tell that it didn't upset me. And, I reassured him that I found it to be a turn-on. He said that, yes, that is the way it happened. And that he thought Karen was one of the most desirable women that he has ever met. He said that even at the age of twelve, Karen already had the body of mature woman. That she was just so innocent and natural, that it was all he could do to control himself. And, as she became older, she became even more attractive. He told me that the tractor incident was not the first time that he kissed her passionately.
I shared with Nick the fantasies that Karen and I used to arouse our lust. He was very pleased that he was the star of these fantasies. I told him that I had to work the midnight shift that very night and that I wouldn't mind if he actually seduced my wife. That I would enjoy the hell out of it.
We arrived home after dark and were greeted by Karen on the front porch. She smiled broadly, and gave Nick a friendly hug. He held her close and kissed her on the lips, very gently. Karen flushed, and snuck a quick glance at me. I just smiled as broadly as she had, and gave her a knowing wink.
We enjoyed a fine dinner and I got ready for work. Karen walked me out to the car, and kissed me goodnight. I held her close, and whispered that the night belonged to she and Nick, and that I would really enjoy hearing about it later. She told me that nothing was going to happen, so I might just as well forget about it.
As I drove away, I gave her a thumbs up and called out, "Have fun, Sweetie Pie!"
When I arrived home from work, Nick was asleep in his sleeping bag, in the front room. Karen was still asleep, in our bedroom. This was odd, as she is usually an early riser and has breakfast waiting for me. I went to the bathroom to clean up and use the facilities.
As I sat there, on the pot, I picked up the small trash basket that sits next to the toilet, because I spotted something strange. There was a wad of toilet paper wrapped around something. I picked it up and unwound the paper. Joy! There was a condom inside! I picked up the condom and held it to the light and felt for the telltale signs of cum. There were no such signs! Who would discard an unused condom in the trash? And, why?
I slipped under the covers with Karen. She was sleeping nude! She roused a bit as I carefully felt for evidence of her infidelity.
She awakened, and rolled over splaying her legs wide. Her eyes revealed everything to me. I asked her to describe what happened.
She said, "What makes you think anything happened?"
"I found the condom, you silly goose!"
