A long night with my cousin and my wife

This happened last week. But it started back in April, a month before my marriage to my extremely hot office girlfriend-cum-fiancée (and now wife) Kanika.

The lead heroine of this episode is my cousin Vaani. She has lived all her life in Delhi. She’s been married to her office boyfriend for nearly 4 years now. We have always been close as she was the only cousin of similar age.

We used to meet annually in Delhi during childhood. Those were the best months of the year. After marriage, though, we were still in touch and met occasionally during family functions.

Cut to April this year, a month to go for my wedding. I was in Gurgaon at that time. I pinged her “Hi” on a Friday morning and got an instant reply. I knew she went to the office (in Gurgaon) on Fridays. I asked her if she wanted to meet for coffee after her work.

We had tried catching up, but usually, one of us would be busy. But that was a lucky Friday. She agreed. We met at 5 pm in Café Dori. She was looking stunning in a black half-sleeved top with a beige pencil skirt that ended just above her knees.

Let me describe her. She is 29 years old, 5’4,” extremely fair, with shoulder-length hair, perfect lips, and amazing boobs (36C). Her ass is not the best attraction, but her thick thighs compensate for that. To top it all, she always carries a beautiful smile with a very sweet voice.

“Nobody told me this was a date, and we had to glam up,” I complimented her indirectly with a smile.

“Shut up! You’re about to get married,” she blushed and smacked my shoulder lightly. Really pretty girls don’t take compliments, even when they know deep down it’s true.

We settled down and ordered coffee and a chocolate croissant. I knew she loved chocolate. She complimented me on my weight-loss journey. I was wearing a grey T-shirt and jeans. I’m 29, 5’8,” wheatish, not lean but well proportioned, broad shoulders, 6” member.

All this while, she was smelling like heaven. We talked about the wedding prep and how it felt. She asked me if I was nervous, and I replied that I was rather excited.

“Of course you should be. Kanika is an angel,” she said. I agree.

The conversation moved to multiple topics around family, work and other stuff. We were revisiting some childhood memories where we used to say things like we would definitely have been together if we weren’t cousins. I asked Vaani about her marriage and if she had any tips for me.

After the routine advice on understanding each other and both families, working like a team, and resolving arguments, I asked her point blank.

“What about bedroom life? How to keep that active?” It had been going on in my mind for a while, as this was a lifelong commitment. I craved sex maybe more frequently than my wife-to-be Kanika.

“As if you don’t have your tricks for that! But still, make efforts and prioritise that,” Vaani said in her sweet voice. I didn’t go deep into it to avoid awkwardness. We talked for some more, fought over who’d pay the bill and then went our ways.

The wedding happened in May. She attended, looking like a bomb at all the functions. I moved to Bangalore shortly after to work with my wife. As expected, the frequency was low but always great whenever we had sex.

On one of the Saturday evenings last month, Vaani posted some pictures from the wedding on Instagram. I liked it, posted a generic compliment, and then sent her a DM.

Me: The black saree you wore on the reception night, well, that was something.

Vaani responded later, around midnight: What something?

Me: You were looking beautiful

Vaani: Beautiful, huh? You could’ve posted this as a comment.

Me: Come on, I meant you were looking sexy. Thank you for twinning with me.

I wore black that night, too.

Vaani: Thank you. I was twinning with Div (her husband), idiot!

Me: Ya, whatever.

Vaani, a few minutes later: You both were looking amazing, glad the pics turned out great.

Me: Huh, both of us, thanks! Kanika is the real beauty, and I am the beast.

Vaani: I meant you were looking dashing too. Now, I have to be politically right.

Me: What’s keeping you awake so late at night? Don’t you have anything better to DO than talk to your cousin?

Vaani: 4 years later, you watch Friends and doze off. Div is asleep beside me. I am trying to. What about you, Mr. newly married husband?

Me: Well, what to do? Vaani dozed off, too.

She had rejected another of my multiple advances that night and wanted to sleep early.

Vaani: I see. Then that’s a sign that we should be asleep, too. Good night!

Me: Not necessarily, but okay. Good night.

I waited for a few minutes and then fell asleep.

During the week, I would send her flirty, double-meaning memes. She would respond when she could. Friday and Saturday nights were when we usually ended up chatting with each other. Neither Div bothered her nor Kanika bothered me.

Sunday mornings were when Kanika and I usually fucked (yes, once a week!). They were great, but I’d usually wake up thinking about the previous night’s chats. It was all well within limits.

One weekend, Kanika and I were travelling, so I couldn’t text Vaani. She called me on Monday evening out of the blue.

“What happened? Where are you?” she said.

“I was travelling. Did you miss me?” I replied.

“Shut up.” She said her favourite phrase for me means she did. We spoke for a bit and then hung up. She told me she would be travelling to Bangalore for a couple of days in July for a client visit. We made plans to meet. I was elated for some reason.

Cut to the week of action. She was here and the three of us (Vaani, Kanika and I) decided to meet after work on Friday evening in JP Nagar Social. As luck would have it, Kanika had to go out with her office folks for a colleague’s farewell. So it was just the two of us.

I turned up after work wearing a light-coloured tee, a blue blazer and jeans. I went inside and took seats in an elevated area. She emerged at the entrance, wearing a black jumpsuit with a blazer in her hands. Staring down, I could see her beautiful cleavage. Man, what a view it was!

I waved at her, and she came up and took a seat in front of me.

“Someone has turned up in black again,” I said.

“I was told that someone likes me in black,” she replied. I could sense that she had opened up quite a bit since we started texting.

We were about to place orders when she mentioned that she didn’t want to drink. Disappointed, I tried convincing her. Before we could order, she got a call from her husband which she went out to take.

Meanwhile, I slipped a 500 rupee note to our waiter and asked him to compliment us as a couple and bring us tequila shots. She came back, visibly pissed off. Something had happened between them.

The waiter came as planned and complimented us as a “lovely married couple” and offered us tequila shots “on the house”. She didn’t correct him but smiled.

“Come on, you have to drink now.” She gave in.

The shots went in, followed by an array of LIITs.  Few cocktails down, we decided to dance. She was an amazing dancer, and the peppy music was turning up the heat as our bodies moved. We kept getting closer.

We were almost touching each other for the next few minutes, shaking ourselves to some Bollywood beats. I was gathering courage. She excused herself to go to the restroom while I had another shot. I was high now, willing to act on it given the right moment. And the moment arrived.

She called me from the washroom, asking for help. I stood outside the ladies’ room and slipped the cleaning lady another 100 rupees to let me in without fuss. She opened the stall and signalled me with her hands to come in. I went in, slightly puzzled but mostly high.

She was semi-nude, jumpsuit near her legs, standing in her lingerie. She had to take it off to use the loo, but it wasn’t zipping back up, apparently stuck near her boobs. I chuckled and tried to help her stuff it in, pressing her left boob as she pulled the zipper. Something happened inside me.

“You smell great. You always do. Wonder what’s the secret,” I said.

“Why don’t you come closer and check out?” she replied in her high, partly husky voice. I looked at her lips, tinted deep red and went straight for a kiss. She leaned back against the wall and kissed me back deeply.

She put her smooth, velvety, fair arms around my neck as my lips devoured hers for the next few minutes.  My hands now started playing with her boobs over the jumpsuit. This time, more playfully and less stuffingly. I knew where the zip was and pulled it down in one go.

She was standing exactly how I met her minutes back, only in her well-paired black lingerie. “Wow! Black in and out, ahem,” I exclaimed.

I got her free of her bra and started pressing her nipples. To be honest, I had always imagined them to be pink but they were dark brown, perfectly perky. I couldn’t resist sucking on them as she kept playing with my hair. I nibbled, bit, sucked and licked her boobs one by one.

Aloof from the world and the music outside, I removed her panties and saw her beautiful, shaved pussy.

“Shaved and all, quite prepared,” I said.

“Always, my dear,” she replied. “Shut up” had turned to “my dear”.

I went down on her and started licking. Kissed her inner thighs as my thumb pressed her outer lobe. She was pulling my hair, trying to contain her moans. I pushed two fingers in, one after the other, fingering her. Start slow and observe her reactions to your moves – that’s what I try.

Then my lips met her pussy lips as I kissed them, and my tongue started licking her beautiful mounds of pleasure. Once I found a rhythm with her help, I continued doing the same moves with my tongue as she kept pulling me inside. I was almost eating her out, grabbing her butt with my hands now.

I was like a dog licking an ice cream, and I licked that ice cream for a good 5-7 minutes before she came. One loud moan. She pulled me up, and I moved up, kissing her all over and wiping her juices on her body. As our eyes met, I couldn’t believe I had just gone down on my cousin.

Continuing the eye contact, she pulled my dick out of my pants and went down on me gradually.

“Shaved and all, quite prepared,” she repeated what I had said.

“Always, my dear,” I repeated back.

She felt it in her hands for a bit. Before I could realise it, I felt her mouth on it. She started giving me a blowjob. Oh damn, it was so difficult to control. I had a boner looking at her all evening. Honestly, I could only hold on for about 3-5 minutes and then came all over her face and her beautiful lips. I was panting.

It was past 2 am. We were high and passionate but not done for the night. I asked her to join me in my place and she instantly agreed. It was a 2BHK and nearby. From what I guessed, Kanika would’ve been back and dozed off already.

So we cleaned up and came out of Social, holding hands, winking at the waiter. We reached home in less than 10 minutes. As soon as we reached, we tiptoed to the guest room. She went in while I checked up on Kanika. She was sound asleep.

As soon as I entered the guest room, I saw Vaani, completely naked, lying on the bed. She pulled me in, and we took off my clothes. It was clear what was to come. She was still extremely wet from the earlier licking, and I was hard again. She was on the pill, so I suggested we skip condoms.

I positioned myself near her pussy and pushed it in, in one go. We started in missionary, fucking slowly at first, feeling each stroke. My hands were on her boobs this whole time. It was dark in the room, but we didn’t need any lights. All we needed was each other.

She was looking into my eyes, not caring about this world or our relationship, now becoming an incestuous one. Vaani was moving in rhythm with me. Her pussy almost pulled my dick back in as soon as I pulled out. We switched positions to doggy style.

I started ramming her from behind, looking at her ass. For a fleeting moment, I missed Kanika’s amazing ass. But then, we increased our speed and a few minutes and tens of strokes later, I came on her back.  I got off.

We lay down beside each other, cuddling and feeling our naked bodies – mixed with our juices and sweat. All this while, no words were exchanged except names, moans and pleading to go harder, faster. We caught our breath, and I started playing with her clit with my fingers.

I was facing her back, and she started pulling my dick inside her sideways. I slowly got hard for a third time that night, not knowing whether it was the alcohol or pent-up passion for Vaani or something else. We fucked sideways while still fingering her.

We went on for a few minutes before both of us came together. This time I cum inside her (thankfully, she was safe, on the pill). She slowly drifted off to sleep, and so did I.

I woke up around 5 am and tiptoed back to my room. Seeing Kanika sleeping just in her panties and nothing else. FYI, she has a figure similar to Mrunal Thakur – 26yo, 5’6,” again very fair, big boobs (38E), amazing ass, long legs and lovely hair.

Imagine seeing a beauty like this, and you’d realise how hard it is not to get to fuck each night. I got into bed, only in boxers. My eyes would’ve been closed for a few minutes when she came close and started kissing me. I could make out she was pitch drunk, too.

I loved this night – from sex once a week to almost four times in one night. I kissed her back, started sucking her boobs, took off her pink panties and fingered her vigorously. But she didn’t want to be fingered, it seems. She came on top of me and started riding me.

I thoroughly enjoyed this position and the view as her big boobs were bouncing. I was also a bit tired, so it helped me remain harder for longer in this position.  She went off riding me at rocket speed for quite some time.

She cum on my dick with a loud moan (she didn’t know Vaani was in the other room). She got down and started jerking me off. It took me a while to cum again. She started playing with my nipples while kissing me. She is the only one to know my nipples are a trigger, and I almost instantly cum.

She took it all in her mouth, the best thing about my wife. I wished this night never ended. But it did. The morning was late for all of us, particularly for me, who was almost emptied.

I woke up to see my wife, Kanika, who was in extremely skimpy shorts. My cousin Vaani who was in the jumpsuit (that damn jumpsuit). I came out wearing a loose sleeveless tee and boxers.

“You didn’t tell me Vaani came home last night,” said Kanika.

“Yes, we didn’t get to it (controlling a wink). We hung out at Social till late, so I asked her to crash here,” I replied with caution.

They got back to talking in the kitchen as I freshened up. When I was back, I saw Kanika bringing me omelettes and Vaani pouring out coffee for me. Both of them were glowing and passing sheepish smiles to me as I was being fed with love.

Ah, what a sight! I hope they didn’t talk about their respective last night.

A few hours later, I dropped Vaani back at the Ritz Carlton, where she was staying. There we had anal sex and shower sex. We made plans to meet again soon, maybe in a different setting, maybe with more people. More on that soon!

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Love,
TheUnskilledLoveMaker