It’s amazing to me how many people have sent comments, expressing their thoughts on how things developed with my wife and cousin. The truth of the matter is that real life isn’t always as exciting as the stories written on Literotica. Sometimes, things just don’t work out all that great, and very rarely will all of your deepest and darkest fantasies be realized. For example, just because you think anal sex is everything, doesn’t mean that your significant other will go for it, or even enjoy it if they try. You have to keep in mind as you read the third part to my real-life adventure, that it isn’t some made-up fantasy that follows along the most pleasurable and exciting path. You might be disappointed, or find that things aren’t as you had hoped. Then again, maybe it will be more then expected. I will leave that for you to decide. My only hope in sharing this story of my life is that you might experience even a portion of the intensity that I have felt.
And so the story continues. A couple of days had passed and I’d managed to make it through the weekend. I think you can imagine how difficult that was for me, considering that I’d just committed adultery and incest all in the span of an hour. Even worse was the fact that I couldn’t exactly get out of attending church on Sunday. I know I didn’t look any different, but I felt as though I had “loser” branded on my forehead. I thought for sure that people could see it in my face, or that I had a permanent recording in my eyes – constantly playing out the events of Friday night.
Oh wow, but it was amazing. Even in the midst of my agony and guilt, I could feel the tightness of Stacy’s pussy. Entering her was like being surrounded by a blanket of warmth that never let you go. It was as though I were making love to her over and over again. I could feel the firmness of her breasts in my hands, too large to grab completely, but so inviting that I had to try. I could taste the ripeness of her nipples with my tongue, and it was so sweet that I couldn’t help but drink from them as though they would give milk.
“Good morning sexy!”
I was lying on the bed in our bedroom, trying to get up the enthusiasm to face the day. Jewel had just gotten out of the shower and was walking into our room with a towel wrapped around her, resting just above her breasts. Her back facing me, she bent over at the waist to rummage through the bottom drawer of her dresser. I could see her beautiful behind and the lips of her cunt opened, as though calling out to me. No, I’m not exaggerating here. I can honestly say that those two puffy lips said my name. They were still wet from the shower, and the craziest idea entered my head. “I wonder what she’d taste like?” You see I had never made the attempt before, nor had the desire to. But now, looking at her olive-colored skin, damp from the bathing it had just received, I had a completely new perspective.
And then another thought came to me. “What if she freaks out and thinks that I’m totally disgusting?” But then the light went on in my head and a brilliant plan began to form. In hindsight, it wasn’t very brilliant, and certainly not original. In fact, it’s a very simple and often-used plan. But you know what? Some of the most simple ventures are often the most successful. But to me at that moment it was the most amazing of all thoughts.
What if I could gradually convince my wife to desire new things? What if I could in a step-by-step process desensitize her to certain sexual ideas? What if I could bring out the animal that I knew was lurking deep inside?
Anyway, I decided that I would take this opportunity to explore new territory and that I would give her such a “licking” as she had never dreamed of. My hopes were that it would be a step towards opening her mind to new and exciting possibilities. My thought was that this opportunity of “going down on her” represented the key to the bolted room of her sexual desires.
And so I quietly edged off of the bed and placed my hands on the cheeks of her plump ass, squeezing and massaging as gently as I could.
“Mmmm, Jason. That feels so good.”
As I continued to massage and caress her ass with my hands, I brought my lips to the small of her back, pushing the towel up just enough to expose the skin. I continued to kiss and lick her lower back and upper buttocks. She had placed both hands on the dresser top, gripping firmly, and pushing her ass out further towards me.
“Oh, honey, please don’t stop. I can’t believe how good that feels.”
Now, of course, I had no intention of stopping and I was trying to get up the courage to initiate what I like to call plan “lick-a-lot”. I squeezed her ass cheeks even harder, separating them from one another so that I had a better view of her cunt. Then I crouched below her as much as I could, extended my tongue, and lightly ran it across the outer folds of her lips. This was the moment that I both feared and anxiously awaited. I was not disappointed as she let out a soft squeal of pleasurable surprise.
“Oh, oh. That was nice.”
And so I continued with renewed confidence, not really knowing what to do exactly, but targeting the areas where I received the greatest response. She continued to grip the counter top with both hands, although with greater intensity. Her back was angled in such a way as though she was trying to push her ass and pussy completely inside my mouth. It wasn’t enough to have me lick, suck, and even enter her with my tongue. She still felt the compulsion, whether it was a conscious action or not, to grind and push herself into me.
“Oh, oh. That’s so good. Oh, please don’t stop. Right there, lick me there. Yeah. Oh. Suck my pussy, love. Suck it. Oh please put your tongue inside of my.” She continued with her words of encouragement as her towel unfolded and fell unnoticed to the floor.
I couldn’t believe how well things were working out. At least, there was no doubt that she was enjoying herself, and I knew that this wouldn’t be the last time. It wasn’t long before she had her head rested in her arms and her ass was twitching uncontrollably from one of the most intense orgasms that I’d ever before witnessed. I continued to suck her clit until she pulled away in agony and collapsed on the bed.
“Jason. I love you so much. How on earth did you ever come up with such an amazing idea?”
“I don’t know. It just came to me as I saw you leaning over in that sexy little towel. I guess you just inspire me.”
“Well, I hope that I can inspire you some more because I’m liking the perks.”
She smiled that teasing, loving smile of hers. If only she knew how inspired I felt. I was positive that she wouldn’t be all that happy if she could read the devious thoughts that swirled through my mind. Now that step one of my ingenious plan had been completed so successfully, I felt more determined to go ahead with phase two. I just had to figure out what that was going to be.
The first time that I ran into Stacy after our lust-filled evening together, she gave me this little wink, as if to say, “Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell if you don’t”. I had thought that things would be awkward between us, but if anything they were better. Our shared secret was a lot like two little boys with a map to buried treasure. They feel a stronger friendship because of the trust that they share, and also an excitement for the adventure that they will soon have. I wasn’t sure if anything else would happen between us, although my thoughts were constantly filled with the possibilities. I wanted it, yet I somehow felt fulfilled and strangely satisfied. I knew that I would jump at the chance, but was happy with what had already been more then I’d ever dreamed possible.
It was time now to move on to the next phase of manipulating my wife. How do you take an angel who has serious religious convictions about sexual expression, and turn her into someone who isn’t afraid to try anything? And just what was it that I wanted from her? What exactly did I want her to experiment with? I guess that was where I had to start.
That very same evening as Jewel and I lay in bed, thinking our private thoughts and trying to fall asleep, I went for it.
“Love. Can I ask you something?”
“Hmm…Oh sure, anything.”
“Do you ever have any fantasies?”
“What do you mean? Like Harry Potter, or something?”
