Cousin Becky 1

My husband and I have been involved in an open marriage since our mid thirties, swapping partners, attending swingers parties and enjoying ourselves with others when and wherever we can. Our marriage is stronger than we ever imagined and our sex with one another is awesome.

Our children were grown, and out on their own, leaving us more time with each other and more than enough time for playing around.

My cousin Becky, was recently divorced, her children were with her ex-husband every other weekend, so I invited her to spend a weekend with us, shopping, relaxing, and hanging out at the lake. Becky is a petite woman around five-three with deep brown eyes, black hair and a to die for figure, and she has never lacked for male attention.

She arrived early on a Friday afternoon with her overnight bag, makeup bag and a half-gallon bottle of Malibu rum. After meeting her in the driveway, giving her a big hug, I showed her to the guest room where she dropped her bag's and told me she needed a drink.

We went out to the kitchen, fixing drinks, talking and giggling like two teenage girls had a drink and took our second one out on the deck catching up with each other.

The warm early summer sun was shining, a cool breeze blowing off the water of the lake was perfect. I was wearing shorts, a tank top and flip flops, and Becky had on cut-off jeans, a cute little button up sleeveless top, both of which highlighted her gorgeous figure and showed off the tan cleavage of her 32DD breasts. She took a seat on the couch, kicked off her boat shoes. and sighed, then asked where my husband was.

I told her he'd taken the pontoon boat to a marina nearby to fill up the gas tanks and load the coolers with ice, in case we decided to go for a boat ride tomorrow and would be back shortly.

Our conversation led to our marriages, which I wasn't going to bring up, but she said her ex was abusing her, and she just couldn't take it anymore, and asked if I had ever been through that. I told her we'd had our fair share of arguments, but not one time had we ever been abusive, physically or verbally. She said it's terrible and he had me convinced it was my fault.

My husband was pulling up to the dock, setting out the bumpers, tieing the lines and making sure everything was in order. He was shirtless, with his birdwell beach britches and boat shoes, sunglasses and his ball cap on. His muscular body glistened in the sun, six-foot two with short dark hair, hazel eyes and very handsome.

Becky was watching his every move, and commented that if he wasn't mine she could eat him with a spoon, laughing when she said it. I giggled telling her he was available to rent, but expensive. Becky laughed, asking if she could make payments, causing me to start laughing until I had tears in my eyes.

My husband had made it to the deck, smiling at us asking what was so funny, so I stood up gave him a big hug, kissed him and told him he had to be there patting his chest. He'd put his t-shirt on before getting off the boat and he was kind of sweaty, so I told him he needed a shower. Becky stood up and hugged him, telling him hello and she was glad he was home for her visit, he hugged her back gave her a kiss on her forehead, telling her how pretty she looked and he was going to take his shower.

She surprised both my husband and I when she said if he needed any help all he had to do was let her know, laughing when she said it, but I had the feeling she was dead serious, and the look on my husband's face let me know what he was thinking.

When he went inside she apologized saying she was feeling the drinks already and hoped I wasn't upset with her.

I told her not at all, but be careful she was playing with a stick of dynamite with a very short fuse. This had us both laughing again and we went inside to fix another drink.

While we were inside my office called and I asked Becky to excuse me, that this was going to take a while and stepped outside to talk.

Becky waved telling me it's okay and headed towards the guest room as I shut the back door.

Twenty minutes later I walked back inside looking for Becky, her glass was on the counter empty, and she wasn't in her room or the guest bathroom. The master bedroom door was slightly open and I found Becky, she was kneeling on my bed, next to my husband both completely naked and engulfing his thick, eight inch cock, playing with his testicles as she bobbed up and down on his shaft. His hand was between her legs fingering her pussy so I stepped a bit closer, pushing the door open a bit more watching as they played.

This was my cousin, childhood friend for as long as I could remember, but the mixed feelings I had were overcome by my sexual desire. I could tell my husband's fingers were working their magic and that Becky was on the verge of orgasm as she moaned around my husband's cock and ground her crotch against his hand, then she sat up quickly telling him she was cumming and begging him not to stop as her body spasmed and her juices gushed, making loud, wet sounds as my husband began thrusting his fingers faster and harder.

As her orgasm subsided she sucked his large testicles one at a time and stroked his cock her small hand working furiously. He told her to suck his dick again, that he was going to fuck her mouth and fill it with cum. Becky took his cock in her mouth again, only this time my husband started thrusting his hips upward until his entire length disappeared and Becky began to gag, which I had done many times before. She lifted her head up a little, but met his thrust her mouth wide open, her face turning red, but she continued working his cock in and out of her mouth until my husband told her he was cumming and she swallowed, gagged, swallowed several times more and with his thick, milky, semen, dripping from her mouth, she stuck out her tongue, showing him, and swallowed the rest, stroking his shaft and smiling at him.

When he asked if she wanted him to fuck her, she moaned loudly telling him over and over again baby, I want you to fuck me, lick me, and make me cum again. I want you to fuck me in the ass, fill me with your sweet seed, and without hesitation she straddled his lap easing down until she was impaled on him, telling him how good it felt. She leaned back as he grabbed her breasts pinching her large erect nipples, making her climax again, calling his name over and over, telling him to pinch harder, and fuck her faster.

I had the door wide open now, leaning against the door frame, pinching and pulling at my nipples, my other hand down the front of my shorts playing with my clit, fingering my extremely wet pussy, bringing myself to several pleasant orgasms when my husband saw me.

He grinned at me, placed his hands on Becky's hips lifting her off of his cock, pulling her up to straddle his face, and started tongue fucking her madly, she had her hands on the headboard grinding her pussy into his face, her juices gushing into his mouth.

I didn't think about what I was doing, I stripped off my clothes and crawled on the bed, straddling my husband's throbbing cock, slick with Becky's cum, and started riding it. I wrapped my arms around my cousin grabbing her breasts, pulling her back against my breasts as I rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs pinching hard.

Becky leaned her head back on my shoulder and with her eyes wide open she kissed me our tongues swirling together.

I felt the hot, wet, spirts of semen splashing deep in my pussy as my husband had his second orgasm of the afternoon. I laid beside him as Becky sat at his other side looking at me, in a state of confusion. I smiled telling her I couldn't help it, that if she was alright with what happened, I was happy. She leaned across my husband, answering my statement with another very long probing kiss.

When our kiss ended Becky said you told me he was dynamite with a very short fuse, but I think his fuse is just fine. We spent the rest of the day in bed playing and talking, showered, got dressed and had supper, had a few more drinks and returned to the bedroom where Becky and I kissed, licked, and finger fucked each other, and my husband had anal sex with Becky. We spent the next two days on the lake, and fucked my husband until he was completely worn out by Sunday when Becky gave us both a long soft kiss goodbye.

Becky visits us on a regular basis now and has even joined us with one of my friends.

I guess we're kissing cousins now!