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My Cousin's Wife
By
Jan
I was attending a seminar at the Starbucks headquarters in Seattle, Washington. Before I left home my mother told me that as long as I was going to be in Seattle that I should look up my cousin. His name was Curtis Wright and was the son of her brother and he worked for Microsoft research and development. She gave me his phone number and address. I had been there for four days and was getting bored just staying in the hotel after the lectures. I gave Curtis a call and introduced myself.
Curtis told me that his father had called to let him know that I might call. He invited me to drop by and we could go out to dinner.
That afternoon I rented a car from Hertz Car Rental and plugged in the address into the GPS navigation system and followed the instructions to the home of my cousin. After parking the car in front of the house, I walked up the driveway to the front door. Then I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. When the door opened, I had the strangest feeling when I saw the young woman that answered the door.
The woman was a strikingly beautiful oriental. She was no more than five-feet tall. She looked up at me and gave me a warm smile as she said: "You must be Iris! My husband's cousin. I'm Wendy, his wife. He called to tell me to expect you, please come in. We shook hands and she led me into their comfortable home. She insisted on offering me a drink while we waited for her husband to get home from work.
She asked if I would like a whisky over rocks. I thanked her and accepted her generous offer. She escorted me to the couch and sat next to me. she tucked her left leg under her right leg and turned her body to the left to face me. "So did you know my husband growing up?"
I responded: "I'm afraid that I didn't know him well. We only saw each other at family gatherings for Grandma's birthdays, Thanksgivings, and occasionally For Christmas. All I remember about him was that he and a couple of his other cousins got away with a lot of mischief."
Windy giggled: "You have to tell me about the pranks he got up to as a youth."
I smile: "That might offend Curtis and end a friendship before we get to know each other."
Wendy grabbed my hand: "You and I are going to be friends regardless of my husband's feelings!" When she let go of my hand, she hugged me and kissed me on my lips. It happened so quickly that it startled me.
I wondered if she was able to tell by looking at me that I was a lesbian. I am a redhead, with freckles across my nose and pale translucent skin. Like the females on my mother's side of the family I am five-feet eight-inches tall. That means that I'm 5' 11" in heels, and being an Irish-American the females in our family tend to be big busted women. I happen to be a 40-DD, 26, 42. Being tall for a girl, I played basketball in the Midwest in college as a power forward. The benefit of all of that exercise was that I am physically fit. I'm proud of my muscular legs. I was introduced to lesbianism by my high school coach and the center when I was an incoming freshman. I was unsure of Wendy's motives for kissing me the way she did, so I refrained from returning the kiss or saying anything.
I asked her: "How did you and Curtis meet?"
Wendy smiled: "I met Curtis when he was taking a class at Western Washington University while he was working on his Masters' Degree. We had dinner together at the cafeteria before class a few times before he asked me for a date. By the following spring semester, we were engaged to be married. I'm a second-generation Japanese- American. My family were disappointed that I didn't want to marry within my race, but they learned to love Curtis."
About that time Curtis pulled into the driveway. When he entered the house, he shook my hand and welcomed me into his home. He excused himself to change clothes, and asked me if I had ever dinner at the Seattle Space Needle. Of course, I hadn't. Apparently, he had made reservations before leaving work. I didn't take long and he had changed from suit and tie to casual attire,
I did enjoy the view from the revolving restaurant from the Space Needle, but what freaked me out was what took place while Wendy and I were waiting for Curtis to bring the car around from the parking lot to pick us up to return us to their home. Wendy and I were standing near the curb, and she took hold of my hand and she pulled my hand between her legs. The palm of my hand was pressed against her pussy. I panicked and jerked my hand asway. "What are you thinking?"
Wendy looked up at me and smiled: "Yesterday Curtis told me about the summer the family gathered at the family farm to celebrate Grandma's birthday. He was working on a car and went into the barn to get some tools and heard some moaning coming from the hay loft. He climbed the ladder to check out who was moaning, and he saw you and another cousin up there. You were eating her pussy. He felt guilty for snooping and left the barn without saying anything about what he had seen. I would like to get to know you a lot better."
I was shocked by her bold behavior. I did find her very attractive, but I had just met her, and she was the wife of a cousin I barely remembered. We probably had only net each other a total of a couple of dozen times. The only thing I could say was: "Is it worth risking your relationship with Curtis?"
She responded: "If you were to extend your stay past the training lecture that you are here for, you could stay with us at our home and we could spend the day getting to know each other."
About that time Curtis pulled the family car up to the curb. Wendy insisted that I sit in the passenger seat and she got in the back, so that I could talk to my cousin on the drive home. We talked about those family reunions. We told each other about family scandals that we knew on the dive home. We did feel comfortable talking to each other, even though I knew that he was aware that I was a lesbian. He knew that I played high school basketball but didn't know that I had played college basketball for The University of Kansas Jayhawkers.
The only thing I knew about Curtis was that he had turned out to be brilliant methanation and excelled at computer science. I didn't even know that he was married until my mother told me. When we got home Wendy insisted on brewing coffee while we talked about the things we did at the reunions. We discussed why some members of the family had very few friends at the reunions. There was the one brother that owed everyone money that he would never repay the loans, and the sister that had been married a half dozen times and had as many children and some without the benefit of a husband at the time. It was late by the time I had to break up the reunion and drive back to the hotel and run in the rental.
Curtis called me after the seminar and insisted that he would pick me up after work. After the seminar I had time to change clothes, before Curtis called for me at the desk. On the drive home he pressured me to spend a few days at his house before returning home.
I was reluctant to accept his offer, but he insisted that his father would never forgive him if he didn't make the daughter of his aunt welcome. I eventually relented and accepted. I know that this could end badly if she found out that his wife wanted to get in my panties.
The last day I picked up the bag of stuff the seminar gave me, said my goodbyes to the staff and called Curtis. He insisted that Wendy would pick me up. She arrived a couple of hours before check out time. She came up to help me carry my bags to the car.
I no more than opened the door for her, then she hugged and kissed me. She pushed me backwards until my legs came in contact with the big bed and I had to sit down. Wendy straddled my thighs and pushed me back until I was laying on my back. She lay on top of me and kissed me on the mouth. I had enough of this petite woman controlling me. I rolled over on top of her. I pulled her dress off of her shoulders and pulled the front of her dress down to expose her lovely little breasts with her milk-chocolate areolas and nipples. I started molding her tits with my hands before I took one of her tits into mouth and did my best to suck milk out of her dry tit. Then I reached down to take hold of the hem of her dress and pulled it up around her waist, and discovered that she was not wearing panties. I asked: "Isn't it a bit chilly running around Seattle without panties?"
Wendy giggled: "I was planning on you warming me up!?
"Aren't you the confident little over-sexed Bitch!" I proclaimed.
Wendy said: "I have sucked a lot of pussies. I have never sucked the pussy of a redhead!"
I moved up and sat on her body while I removed my blouse and bra. Then I stood up on the bed and unfastened my skirt and removed it along with my half- slip and panties. All I had on was my nylons and three- inch pumps as I sat back down on her face. As I ground my red push into her face I demanded: "Eat my cunt you little BITCH!" I ground my pussy against her face and even rubbed my asshole against her nose and mouth. Wendy struggled to breath, but she used her tongue to probe my asshole and cunt. When I had enough of humiliating Wendy I changed my direction,
I moved down between her legs I found the difference between our cunts was interesting: Her vulva had thick black strands of pubic hair the was mattered against her flesh and looked like it was combed in the direction of her vagina, where my own pubic hair is a chaotic tangle of red hairs. I leaned over and smelled her cunt the aroma made my pussy tingle and I could feel the fluid starting to drip. I was inspired to take hold of my right tit and start rubbing my nipple up and down her pussy. Wendy started making little sound of pleasure when my big nipple bumped into her little clitoris. When I was satisfied that my tit was coated with the bodily fluid of her vagina, I moved up her body and fed my tit to her mouth. Wendy sucked on my nipple like an infant. I wondered if she enjoyed the smell and taste of her own pussy fluid. When I withdrew my tit from her mouth I asked: "Did you like the taste and smell of your pussy fluid on my tit?"
Wendy was looking up at me, as she said: "The smell and taste was stimulating but the taste was quickly replaced by the taste of your flesh. Actually, I almost had an orgasm when I was licking your pussy and asshole!"
That inspired me to place my hands under her butt and lift her up and proceeded to eat her pussy and lick her asshole until she had a bodily shaking orgasm. We spent the day lounging around naked and clinging to each other. When we grew tired of masturbating each other we returned to eating pussy and assholes. We bathed together and got dressed before Curtis got home from work. That night at bedtime Wendy came to my room to say goodnight. As I lay in bed, I kissed her and ran my hand up her inner thigh to finger fuck her to orgasm before she returned to Curtis's bed. I enjoyed a couple of days visit with my cousin before they drove me to the airport for the trip home,
I had finger fucked her to orgasm, so that my hand smelled of her pussy and I held my finger under my nose on the flight home. I had pleasant memories of my visit with my cousin and his wife on the way home.
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