First, let me describe myself. I am Rajeev (name changed) 34 years. I am an average-built guy with 5’10” in height, a good and flat abdomen (not six-packs) as I tend to work out. I am working as a professional in Bangalore and my wife recently moved to Mumbai to pursue her studies.
This story happened in August 2019 well before Covid started in India. It is difficult maintaining a long-distance relationship and we used to visit each other often in our respective cities.
Coming to the incident, this is a true story, I would not waste my time imagining stuff.
I went to Mumbai on a flight on a Saturday and was picked up by my wife’s cousin, Mrunal in her car. My wife was working that day and would be free the next day. Mrunal being an engineer was free that day.
Mrunal was a typical Mumbai girl, 26 years of age, 5’9″ in height, beautiful, brave, hot, and had great assets given by almighty. Her figure definitely made males ogle at her.
I had met her during my marriage and was introduced to me by my wife. She called me ‘jiju’.
So, we finally reached her place. Her dad was a private contractor and was out for the day. Her mom was working at a bank and was working as it was a 3rd Saturday. Her mom had cooked lunch and left for the office.
I decided to have a bath after a long journey and I went for a bath. My wife’s sexy cousin started making things ready for lunch. As I came out, she had changed into a yellow buttoned shirt and white shorts which gave me a nice view of her milky thighs. I instantly had a hard-on but suppressed it.
We had lunch and it was still 3 to 4 hours for her mom to come home from her bank. So, we decided to watch a movie to kill the time.
She took her laptop out and we kept it on the coffee table. She asked for my favorite genre to which I replied, “Horror.”
So we decided to watch the movie the girl on the third floor. We put all the curtains on the windows and put off all lights to really enjoy the movie. (In Mumbai, even at day time, we need to put on lights as there are buildings all around and natural light doesn’t get through.)
We started watching the movie on the couch. I was feeling difficult to concentrate on the movie as I was next to Mrunal who was hot. I was married, but a long-distance relationship left very less time for sex and I was horny and craving some action. If Mrunal could hear my dirty thoughts, she would have been shocked! Little did I know even she was feeling the same at that time.
As the movie progressed, there were some scary scenes. She used to bury her head near me, behind my shoulder. Suddenly, I took a brave decision and caught my wife’s cousin’s hand to tell her that it was ok.
She made no attempt to leave my hand and at the same time, she just brushed her toes against mine. I turned my face toward her. We both had this urge but I didn’t know what to do next. That decision was made for me in a matter of seconds. My wife’s cousin suddenly planted a kiss on my cheek on an impulse and said, “You are cute.”
I just held her hand tightly and at the same time, I was feeling guilty.
“You are cute too,” I replied.
We continued watching the movie but at the same time, we were aware of this insane energy between us. I carried my hand around her back and held her. She didn’t resist. I again got close to her and our eyes locked again.
I said, “I want you, but I am married.”
She replied, “Toh kya hua, even I have a boyfriend.”
I had a huge bulge over my pants. She obviously noticed it.
“Jiju aap itna wafadar ho to yeh kya hai.” She said looking at it and softly grazing my thighs. I lost all my self-control and kissed her lips! She kissed me back.
The animal inside me was awake. As our tongues played tonsil hockey, I grazed my hands over her shirt and started unbuttoning it. I could see the outline of my wife’s cousin’s light green lacy bra. I ran my hand on it as I appreciated the contour of her breasts.
At the same time, she put her hands underneath my t-shirt and started caressing my chest. I gently unhooked her bra and grabbed those juicy tits and pinched her nipples. She moaned in my ear as she painfully loved it.
I slowly started moving down her and took her breasts in my mouth. I circled her areola with my tongue and gently bit her nipples. She had closed her eyes and was moaning hard.
I slowly took her hand and kept it on my crotch and she did the rest. My wife’s beautiful cousin slid her hands inside my pants and started playing with my rod. She wrapped her hand around the shaft and gently pushed the skin back and forth.
My penis was growing in size as she started stroking it. I whispered to her to move on the proceedings to her bedroom. She agreed and led me there.
I threw her on the bed. My dick was pulsating with little precum on the tip. I decided to lay on top of her but she told me to keep standing.
She pulled down my pants, kissed my shaft on the underwear and started teasing me by kissing my thighs, caressing my balls. I asked her to stop teasing me and take my cock in her mouth.
She told me, “Maine kabhi yeh kiya nahi hai.”
For which I replied, “Koi baat nahi, I will teach you.”
I realized that she was in the initial phase of her relationship with her boyfriend and was not confident with a blowjob. I gently slid my dick into her mouth and pushed inside. She started gagging as she had not taken such a large thing in her mouth before. I removed it and pushed it in again till she got used to it.
I told her to caress my balls in her left hand and use her tongue to lick the tip of my penis and gently circle it with her tongue. Then I slowly started moving my shaft in and out till my wife’s cousin gagged again and I removed it. Her eyes were watering and I held her head and told it was ok
Now it was time for me to please her. I pushed her back on the bed and slowly slid her shorts down her legs. I kissed her panty and saw that it was wet with her fluids. The smell of it was effeminate.
I kissed her thighs. Mrunal was holding my head and moaning. I gently slid my wife’s cousin’s panties down too. I had craved a pussy for so long and there it was, wet and inviting me to lick it.
I positioned her thighs on my shoulders, bought her to the edge of the bed and buried my head in her pussy. It was clean, with bits of hairs near her labia and the triangular mold on top.
I slid my tongue on my wife’s young cousin girl’s clitoris and put my finger inside her vagina and started stroking her inner wall. She was about to scream in pleasure as I kept my hand on her mouth and I told her to control herself.
She bit my fingers and I continued my dinner. I pushed my tongue in and out of her vagina. I gently sucked the sweetish sour nectar that came from her insides. She was now writhing in pleasure and asking me to come inside her.
I climbed on top of her and looked her in eyes. We sucked each other’s tongues out. I brought my hard dick and rubbed it on her pussy. She held it and pushed it inside! I asked her if there was any chance of getting pregnant and she said no.
I started stroking and making love to my wife’s cousin and kept our lips locked. I gradually increased my thrust and buried my cock deep in her vagina. She held me tightly around the back and her legs wrapped around my thighs. This continued for around 10 minutes.
Then I asked her to sit on my face. I licked her pussy and she was holding and stroking my cock near her mouth. I pushed her mouth down on my cock and held her head till she gagged.
After that, I turned her around and inserted my dick in Mrunal’s pussy in doggy position and thrusted back and forth till I reached my orgasm. I asked her to take my dick in her mouth and swallow my cum. But she hesitated as she had never tasted it before.
I didn’t want to force her so I turned her around and blasted my cum on her breasts, belly button, neck and face. Then I told her to at least clean the remainder of the cum from my cock and she happily agreed.
We washed ourselves and lay down in each other’s arms where she confessed she had a crush on me when she saw me the day I got married.
Soon, it was time for her mother to come back and we had a bath. My wife’s cousin started making tea and I fell asleep on the couch, tired from the day’s events.
The next morning I met my wife and continued my tour of Mumbai. Mrunal and I never talked about the incident again although we keep in touch with each other on WhatsApp where we forward jokes and good morning and stuff.