Curly Red Hair

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?”

I had to laugh at that one and was reminded at just how naïve my Jewel really is.

“No, I mean like sexual fantasies.”

“Oh, of course I do. Whenever I’m at work I think about what it will be like to come home to you. It makes things a little frustrating, though, so I try to avoid it.”

“Actually, I was thinking more along the lines of sexual type stuff that we haven’t done yet. You know, do you ever think about sexual things that we haven’t experienced, that you ‘d like to try?”

She lay there quietly for quite some time, and I was beginning to wonder if this line of questioning would get me anywhere.

“Maybe.”

She said this so quietly that I almost missed it. My heart pounded as thoughts of incest, group sex, bisexual sex, and just about any other kind of sex flooded into my mind.

“Well, aren’t you going to tell me?”

“Ok. But first of all you have to swear that you won’t laugh. And then you have to promise that you won’t be grossed out, all right?”

“I promise that I won’t laugh, and you could never gross me out.”

From the glare of the hallway light, I could see by the expression on her face that she didn’t completely trust me. I stared back in hopeful anticipation, trying to look as supportive as I could.

“Well, after the night that Stacy saw us, I’ve sort of been having these thoughts. I don’t know if it’s good or not, and I feel kind of guilty. Anyway, please don’t be mad at me but I was really turned on by the idea of her watching. I know that it’s sick, but I think it was the whole idea of it being so wrong that I liked. No, don’t say anything yet. I want to get this all out and if you interrupt me then I’m going to forget something.”

I was just about to tell her that it wasn’t disgusting at all and that I was pretty turned on by the idea too.

“I’ve also been thinking about what it would be like to watch someone else having sex. I know that we’re not supposed to, but I can’t help but feel really curious. I mean, how do other people do it? Maybe I could even learn something. So, do you hate me now?”

At that point I was going through something quite similar to the shock that you might receive from jumping into an ice-filled lake.

“Jewel, how could you ever think that I would hate you. In fact, I have a confession to make. I was pretty turned on by the idea too.”

“Yeah, but you would never think about watching other people making love.”

“Oh come on Jewel, I’m a guy for heavens sake. Of course I’d enjoy watching other people.”

She had the biggest smile on her face, and while rolling over on top of me, gave me the tightest embrace that she could manage.

“I love you husband.”

We lay like that for a few more minutes and I could tell that there was something more on her mind. But, I waited patiently, knowing that she was trying to think it through in her mind before she spoke.

“There’s something more. When I was thinking about watching someone having sex, I thought of you. I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to see you entering somebody else, or kissing another woman. I don’t know why I thought it. I mean, that’s adultery and it’s way messed up. I guess it was just a stupid thought and it probably doesn’t mean anything. But I still feel bad about it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Could this moment possibly get any better? I was learning things about my wife that I knew were hidden deep down inside, but which I never believed would surface.

“Honey, don’t worry about it. I don’t think it’s a stupid thought at all and, you know, now that I think about it – it’s just a natural sort of thing. I mean, we love each other and we definitely like each other’s bodies. So, why wouldn’t we want to stand back and see each other naked, horny, and going at it?”

She hugged me even tighter and I could tell that “confession” time wasn’t over.

“Jason. I’ve kind of lied to you about something. I was never going to tell you this, but I think that I’d better. You know how that when I was sixteen I was pretty wild and rebellious? Well, I did some things that no one knows about, except for a couple of friends. The reason why I was so turned on by the idea of watching, or being watched, was because I’ve done it before.”

“You mean you had sex before we were married?” I said this with some surprise as I had always held tight to the fact that I was the only man in Jewel’s life.

“Oh no, I never had sex. Well, not completely. I fooled around a few times, but nothing really serious. What I meant was that I used to watch people having sex. I would sneak out in the middle of the night just so that I could watch some cable channel with a bunch of erotic stuff going on. Also, when my boyfriend and I went to make out at “The Point”, there was a couple having sex in the car next to us. We watched as he played with my pussy and I had his pants down to his ankles. Now I’m sure that you must hate me. I’m so sorry Jason. I was just a horny teenager. Please forgive me.”

I thought that I had just struck gold, and it was then and there that I decided to push her buttons and go for it all.

“Jewel. I love you more now then ever, and to be perfectly honest I’ve never been more turned on in my life. I don’t care what you’ve done in your past or what you do in the future, as long as you promise to tell me everything. I love you so much that I’ll do anything for you. If you want to watch people having sex, then go for it. If you want to be watched then I’ll turn the lights on and pull back the curtains, or screw you in the middle of the park. If you want to see me with another woman, then you just bring her here and I’ll do everything you tell me to.”

I said that last little bit in a rush, afraid that I would chicken out before expressing what I truly felt inside.

She had lifted her head off of my chest and was looking into my eyes as I spoke. I could see the effect of my words mirrored in her eyes, and I knew that whatever plan I had before was unnecessary at this point.

“Jason, my love, I want all of that and more, but I’m going to start right now by giving you the best lay that you’ve ever had. Only we are going to go into the kitchen, throw some blankets on the table, open the curtains, and turn on the lights.”

And that’s exactly what we did. Even in my excitement, I felt pretty hesitant about being so public with our sex. It was one thing to be spied on without knowing it, but to show everything deliberately was another story.

After we were both nude and everything was ready, Jewel had me sit on the edge of the table. Her eyes were filled with excitement as she glanced often in the direction of Stacy’s apartment. Her nipples were harder then I had ever before seen and she stood before me, running them through her fingers.

“Do you want to see me play with my pussy?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then you have to jack off for me.”

As I grabbed my cock with my fist and proceeded to gently move it up and down, she grabbed her breasts and squeezed.

“Oh, you’re so hard. Does this turn you on, knowing that your sexy cousin could be looking at you with your dick in your hand? How about knowing that she can see me touching myself? I bet you’d like to see us together. Yes, you’d like to see her licking my pussy as you fucked her from behind.”

Wow, but my wife had hit a nerve and I think she knew it by how I’d sped up. She was entering herself with two fingers now, her right foot up on a chair that was close by. We looked into each other’s eyes, not wanting the intensity to end. To my surprise, Jewel pulled her fingers out, licked them clean, and then left the room. She came back immediately with a jar of Vaseline.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me off of the table. Then she took a finger full of the Vaseline and sensuously spread it across my hardened cock. She went to the edge of the table with her back facing me, leaned over with her breasts touching the wood, and then told me to fuck her hard.

“No, not there. I want you to try it in my ass.”

I paused for a second as she had never gone for the idea before, but quickly regained my composure. I decided that I had better get her ready first and so started out with my finger. The Vaseline helped a lot, and I’m glad that she had thought of it. I gently pushed my finger into her ass hole, feeling it quickly close around me. She flinched at first and so I pushed as gently and slowly as I could. When I pulled out she moaned and grabbed the counter more firmly. After about thirty seconds of going in and out with my finger, I decided that it was time for another one. She flinched once again, but it wasn’t nearly as difficult as I had thought. Soon she was ready for a third finger.

“Oh my. That is absolutely incredible. I feel like I have to go to the bathroom, but there’s nothing there. Oh, keep going, only faster.”

I pushed my fingers in and out, massaging her ass cheeks with my free hand.

“Jason. I think I’m ready. Please put your cock in me. Fuck me up the ass. Only, be gentle at first.”

As I took my stiffened cock and placed it nearer to her ass hole, I glanced over in the direction of the apartment. My heart skipped more then a few beats as I saw that curly red hair filling the lower part of the window. Our eyes met and I could see her mouth the words, “I love you”. And then she winked knowingly and nodded for me to get back to business. I looked back down to see the fullest, tightest ass, waiting to be defiled. The head of my cock seemed too big as I placed it on her opening and began to push. She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Keep going. Slowly, though. That’s it. I’m starting to get used to it. Oh, damn but I feel so full. Is Stacy watching? Do you think she knows what we’re doing right now?”

“Oh, she knows all right. She’s looking out her window right now.”

With this my wife pulled away from my cock and then quickly thrust back into me.

“Fuck me hard. I’m so wet I can’t believe it. I knew that she would watch. I knew it. I bet she wishes you were fucking her ass right now. I know the way she looks at you. You want to see her naked, don’t you? You want to have sex with your cousin. That’s it, harder.”

It seemed impossible that such a large object could enter such a tiny hole, and yet it did. Not only did it just make it inside, but also after a few minutes of pounding, she was able to swallow more then two thirds of me. I couldn’t decide whether to look down at her beautiful ass hole as it enveloped my dick, or to look over at Stacy squeezing her now uncovered breasts. It was as much as I could take and so I warned Jewel that I was going to cum. She slid off of the table and dropped to her knees in front of me.

“Squirt it on my face so that Stacy can see.”

Jewel opened her mouth and in a rush of pleasure, my cum shot inside. I continued to squirt all over my wife’s face as I looked over to see Stacy’s look of satisfaction. My cousin then licked her lips in a seductive, inviting sort of way, and closed the curtain. Yes, this was a good day.

This is pretty much the end to the “Curly Red Hair” experience. It’s not that the story ended with this experience, but that I’d like to write about something different. Maybe I’ll come back to this topic later and fill you in on what my wife had planned for us next. As always, good comments are welcome.