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Blood is Thicker	By : JustAWhat Category: Twilight Series > General Views: 11966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: The author does not own Twilight, nor make any money off this story. This is a work of fiction; any resemblance to actual events is coincidental. It is fantasy only; the author does not condone any illegal/immoral actions in real life.

Chapter List
- 1-Curly Red Hair
- 2-Emerging Sexuality
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- 2
Warnings: Heterosexual Sex, Infidelity, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Incest
Summary: 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. [Edward/Bella, Edward/Maggie]
Curly Red Hair
My wife is a brunette. We’ve been married sixteen months on the seventh. It’s just amazing how time has flown by. Someone once said to me that you’re not truly married until your wife yells at you. Well, if that’s the case, then I guess I haven’t experienced the real thing yet. That’s just the kind of relationship we have – perfect. We never fight and we absolutely love to be with each other. We’re both extremely religious and come from rather conservative backgrounds. I won’t specify which religion, but I will say that we were both virgins on our wedding day. In fact, we wore the “virgin” title a couple days into the honeymoon.
I’m guessing that you probably want a detailed description at this point, and I sure wish that I could throw a picture or two in here. I mean, I can describe things, but sometimes words just don’t cut it. I know that’s the case where my wife is concerned.
Have you ever met a woman, or a man for that matter, who had no idea as to how perfectly model-like they were? That would describe my “Bella”. Her real name is Isabella, Isabella Marie. But, I like the way that Bella flows off the tongue. Anyway, Bella has never really known why the guys stare at her. In fact, if it weren’t for me pointing it out, she’d never have been clued in to the idea that she’s stunning. She’s rather petite at 5’2”, but proportioned to perfection, as though an artist had sketched her into existence. Her breasts aren’t that big if you go by the bra size, but because of her small frame, they definitely grab your attention.
Do you like Italians? Well, Bella isn’t Italian, but you’d never know. In fact, her genes are divided evenly between Syrian and Caucasian. The result is pale colored skin, dark brunette hair, and the deepest brown eyes imaginable. I’m telling you that writing it out just doesn’t come close to the mark, but I hope that you at least have an idea.
As for myself, I have short auburn hair, green eyes, and an athletic build. But hey, I’m not the focus of this story. You go ahead and imagine what you want.
The story begins in the month of May. A time of year that’s approaching unbearable here in Phoenix, Arizona. My wife and I have often asked ourselves, “Why do we live here?” The answer, of course, is “free rent”. My parents recently pursued their dream of better weather and beautiful trees by moving to Washington. They are in the process of selling their six-bedroom, two-bath, 3,000 square-foot monster. In the meantime, they live in Washington, and we get out of the way of the real estate agent and her prospective buyers.
The house is big, but we don’t mind, as the free rent allows us to save for our own home. We’ve recently had another bit of good fortune that has sweetened the deal of house sitting for my parents. On the other side of our driveway is a rather spacious addition. It used to be a shop for all of my father’s power tools, as he had his own cabinetry business. But, after retirement it was converted into an apartment, complete with a bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and small sitting room. It’s really quite cozy, and I guess my aunt was particularly impressed with its potential, considering the call that I received from my mother.
“Yes, you heard me right. Maggie is going to be living with you two for the rest of the summer. I’ve made arrangements with her mother that she can rent the apartment for $250 a month. You’ll get half of that as you’ll be giving up some of your privacy.”
Well, that was a bit of a surprise. My wife and I were very much getting used to the idea of wandering around the house nude, and basically doing just about anything we wanted, wherever we wanted. Maggie is a younger cousin that I hadn’t seen for over four years. We used to be really close when we were younger, but I had gone out of the country for school, and then she had moved away to be with her father. She was going to be starting college in the fall and wanted to experience life on her own before moving to New York. Her mother, my aunt Siobhan, thought it was a wonderful and “safe” idea to have her live next to us.
I guess we weren’t too disappointed by the change in plans. I mean, we were trying to save as much money as we could, and she was a definite bonus in that respect.
My wife was at work when Maggie showed up that Saturday morning. Oh, my wife is a manager for a photography studio in WalMart. That’s just a little side note in case you were wondering. Anyway, not having seen Maggie in so many years, I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. I guess I was afraid that her personality would have changed so much that we wouldn’t “click” like before. When I opened our back door after hearing her knock, the “personality” issue was the least of my concerns.
Once again, I’m really wishing that I could insert a picture of what I saw. If you could combine the best features of the twenty most beautiful women in the world, what would the result be? You guessed it! I literally had no control over my lower jaw. I always thought that problem was just something you see in the cartoons, but no. I had to consciously tell my mouth to close, and then proceed to tell my eyes to go back to their normal, relaxed position. After stuttering a few incoherent words of greeting, I rushed her into the house and quickly closed the door to lock the heat out.
“Maggie! You are Maggie, aren’t you? I mean, you look totally different. You’re just so tall and beautiful. I mean, not that you weren’t always beautiful, but you’ve definitely grown.”
I shut up at that point, as I could feel the red starting to take over my upper cheeks.
Maggie just smiled and said, “Oh Eddie, I’ve missed you so much,” as she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her extremely noticeable breasts into my chest. I thought I was blushing before, but this little erotic hug had me going pretty bad. I just couldn’t get over how she was very much a woman now and not the little girl I remembered. And yet, she still called me “Eddie”. It was the nickname she’d given me, and she was the only person that ever used it. I guess she liked how it rhymed so perfectly with her name. Well, we spent the next fifteen minutes or so talking about everything that was going on and then I helped her with her luggage.
“Bella and I had to get creative in here with the curtains. There wasn’t anything at all and we didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with us staring through the window at you.” The truth was that we didn’t want to have her staring at us all of the time, but it sounded better the other way.
“Oh, I don’t mind if you stare at me,” replied Maggie in a slightly suggestive way. We both laughed it off, but I couldn’t laugh enough to get rid of the images that flooded through my mind.
I had to get out of there at that point and so I made some excuse of errands to run. We said our good byes, and then promised to get together for dinner so that she and my wife could meet.
If I could have smacked myself in the head without looking like a complete nut, then I would have done it. I just couldn’t believe how sexual she was, and how I could ever think such things about my sweet little innocent cousin. What in the world was the matter with me? Wow, but she was hot.
She had full, deep red, curly hair. She was a dancer and so everything about her was, well, tight. She wasn’t more then 5’8”, but because of her long and slender legs, she looked to be close to six feet. And that coppery skin! Here I was doing it again. I had to get control and stop thinking about my cousin in that way. It wasn’t bad enough that I was a happily married man. No, I had to go and get some sick fixation about my cousin. And so I drove around town for an hour, thinking about my eighty-year-old grandmother in a bikini. Let me tell you, it worked well.
About a week went by of me catching glimpses of Maggie through her window, having casual conversations, and a couple of dinner engagements. My wife just loves her. They’re close enough in age and interests that it’s like having two sisters gang up on you. Only, I’ve never caught myself drooling over my wife’s sisters.
I don’t know how many movies I’ve seen with the miniature devil and angel riding a person’s shoulder, whispering in their ears. I always thought of it as a cute thing, but nowhere near reality. Ever since Maggie moved into that little apartment across our driveway, though, I can honestly say that I’m a firm believer in those two little guys. I have to say that the devil character is a whole lot more interesting to listen to. But, my religious background keeps interrupting my thoughts, especially when I consider that my cousin belongs to the very same church. What am I thinking! It’s not as though she would have anything to do with a married guy who just happens to be her cousin.
We slipped up, my wife and I. It happened one Thursday evening after Bella had gotten home from a hard-days work. She’d just gone through her “cycle” and so it had been a few days since we’d had sex. You have to understand that Bella wants it about two or three times a day. I can imagine that most men would just kill for that sort of thing, but for some sick reason my body doesn’t act like it should.
Anyway, she couldn’t exactly wait for us to get to the bedroom, and so she started losing pieces of clothing from the second her foot crossed the threshold of our back door. She was completely nude and had my pants to my ankles at about the kitchen counter. A few steps more and she had her mouth around my cock, her fist pounding up and down on its base. You can imagine my feelings at this point, looking down at those luscious lips encircling me, Bella’s tits swaying progressively faster the more aggressive she became.
Normally I can handle the attention for quite a while, but there was something unexplainably intense about this whole experience. I warned her that she had to let up if she wanted anything more from me that evening, but my words seemed to inspire her all the more. She wrapped her hands around my backside and squeezed tightly as she pushed my cock down her throat. I couldn’t believe what was happening, as my wife had never tried any such thing before. I didn’t even know it was possible. She choked a little, but fearlessly pounded her face into my crotch. Well, that was definitely all I could take and I warned her that I was about to cum.
“I want you to cum harder then you’ve ever cum before, and I want it all over my body,” she said as she furiously worked my cock with both of her hands.
Now, I have no idea where she learned that kind of talk, but who was I to argue. It was in that instant that a jet of sperm shot through the air and landed on her forehead. She then directed the flow to her chin, breasts, and lips, where she proceeded to delicately clean my fast-shrinking little soldier. My body relaxed and I leaned my head back, soaking in the intensity of it all. She continued to masturbate me gently and I brought my head forward to get a better look. It was then that I thought about Maggie. Holy Shit! The window curtains were open to the world. I dropped to the ground as fast as I could, but not before I saw a slight movement of red curls in the window across the way. Bella and I looked into each other’s eyes as she said questioningly, “I wonder if she was watching”.
A couple of days had passed since our little slip-up leaving the curtains open. Have you ever seen that commercial where the guy has this little car stuck to his forehead, and they talk about him having something “on his mind”? I guess you could say that I had something like a car stuck to my head. Only, this particular car had red curly hair, soft-full lips, and a butt and tits that threatened to disprove the concept of gravity.
It was Sunday morning and my wife and I were getting ready for church, as is our custom. As I stated before, Maggie belongs to the same religion. The only difference was that she attended a different location. Lucky for her, they meet in the afternoon, and so while we were getting ready in the early morning hours, I couldn’t help but enviously wish that I were still in bed. And then the thought came to me “…What if I weren’t in my bed? What if I found myself in Maggie’s bed? What would I do?”
Holy crap! Here I was getting ready for church and having thoughts of being in the same bed with my cousin. I wouldn’t be surprised if a bolt of lightening came down and struck me dead. I vigorously focused all of my attention on fixing my tie as Bella walked into our bedroom.
“Hey there handsome. I never get over how yummy you look all dressed up”. She said this as she reached around me from behind and ran one hand across my chest and the other caressed my cock.
“Wow. Why are you so hard? Have you been thinking about me, huh?”
“It’s just that you look so amazing in that outfit,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. She had a very tight-fitting blouse and skirt that left nothing to wonder about. But what else was I going to say. “Well, no honey. Actually I was thinking about seeing Maggie naked.” I’m sure you see my point here.
About five minutes later we were out the back door and heading to the car. I glanced one last time in the direction of Maggie’s window and practically fell flat on my face at what I saw. There she was in her bra and panties, reaching into her refrigerator. I had to exert every ounce of self-control that I possessed to pull my eyes away from that heaven-sent vision of perfection – especially since my wife was walking right behind me.
“Oh my gosh, Edward. Did you see Maggie standing there in her underwear? She’d be so embarrassed if she knew that we saw her. You did tell her that we can see into her window, right?”
“Of course I told her. I even mentioned that we put the curtains in ourselves so that she’d have more privacy. She just laughed and said that she didn’t mind either way.” I said this last little bit, hoping to see what Bella’s reaction might be. I don’t know why, though. I guess it was just instinctive.
She just looked at me with surprise echoing in her eyes. We got in the car, started her up, and had driven the ten minutes to the church building before she responded.
“Do you think she likes being seen? I mean, I know that there are people out there that enjoy that sort of thing. Oh no! Edward! I just thought of something. You know how she might have seen us the other night? Well, what if she thinks that we’re the kind of people that like to have others watch? What if she thinks that we did it on purpose? Oh no! I just know that’s got to be it. She had to have seen us. You saw here there, didn’t you? Tell me the truth.”
I found it a little difficult to say anything at that point. I still had this image of a half-nude goddess flooding through my brain, and now, here was my very naïve wife talking about voyeurs. Could this day possibly get any better?
“Well, I did see something that looked a lot like read hair, but I can’t say for sure it was her.”
“Oh come on, Edward. Who else is living in the apartment with red hair? She saw us, and now she probably thinks that we want to see her too.”
“What I mean is, that me catching a glimpse of her hair, doesn’t necessarily prove that she was looking at us. She could have just been walking by the window.”
“No, she saw us. I know it.”
Bella said that so finally that it was futile to argue with her. In fact, the thoughts of her last statement kept with me all through church. There was something about the way she said it that made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t till later that evening that I realized something. It was as if Bella weren’t simply stating what she believed to be true, but what she wanted to be true. I had this thought that maybe my wife liked the idea of being watched. Yeah right. It was just my demented, twisted desires going to work on my head. My wife was the sweetest, most innocent woman alive. She was extremely religious and those kinds of thoughts went against everything that we were ever taught.
Things were relatively calm during the next week. I worked, Bella worked, and Maggie partied. She always seemed to have friends over – for which I was very grateful. It kept her occupied and away from me – not to mention providing another avenue for my fantasies. After all, she had some pretty hot looking girlfriends. I could redirect my desires from my cousin to some other women that were in no way related to me. Things seemed to be looking up, and I was starting to feel like I had a little more of my self-control back.
Friday night, about two in the morning, I awoke to the strangest dream. I can’t remember all of the details, but it was the usual nightmare of finding myself at school with no clothes on. Everyone is laughing, of course, and there’s never anything around to cover up with. Only this time, I was hopping everywhere I went. I couldn’t walk or run, only hop. My cock was as hard as a rock and it bounced up and down, adding to the humiliation that I felt.
As I awoke I realized that it wasn’t me who was doing all of the bouncing, but my wife. I was lying on my back, completely naked, and it looked as though Bella was having a pretty crazy dream as well. In her dream she must have been in a rodeo, because she seemed to be riding a horse. I think I was the horse, or at least the saddle. I could see her tits bouncing up and down in front of me and couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and squeeze. She loves it the harder I squeeze and so I held nothing back. Bella moaned as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock. I could feel and hear how wet she was, an obvious indication of how turned on she felt. After a few more squeezes she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and agony. Then, to my surprise, she thanked me and proceeded to remove herself from the “ride” and curl up next to me.
“Bella. Love! Are you awake?” After a couple of nudges to her side I determined that she had in fact been sleeping, or at least fell back to sleep in that instant. Well, this may have been all well and good for her but I was still hard and wanting some more of that bouncing. What do you do when your wife is asleep and you desperately need release? That’s right. You go to your neighbor. At least, that was my thought as I slipped out of bed and put some jeans on.
I was thinking that just maybe I’d get lucky and find Maggie awake. I’d casually walk over there and knock on her window, asking if she’d like some company. I’d say that I couldn’t sleep and why was she up so late – and then we’d talk about insignificant things for a while. Of course, it would get more interesting and we’d find ourselves naked, exploring each other’s bodies. Oh brother. How could I have such a ridiculous imagination? I tried to come back down to the real world as I walked over to the window, looking out in the direction of my cousin’s apartment. Just as I thought -- no light at all.
It was then that I caught a glimmer of blue off to the left of the apartment. You see, we have a pool in the back yard. If you turn on the lights that are under the water, then a blue haze is cast over the entire area. My heart sped up to the point of bursting and I jumped to a different window to see who was out in the pool. I looked and I looked but didn’t see a soul.
“Damn! She must have left the lights on.”
The worst part about the whole situation was that Maggie had been swimming earlier, and I had missed out on the entertainment. I was turning away to go back to bed when I saw a flicker of movement. I stopped turning immediately and looked back to determine if it was just my hopeful-imagination, or if there was actually someone out there. Oh, and how happy I was to see Maggie pulling herself out of the water and lying down in a lounge chair close by. She must have been under the water before. Oh well, I didn’t care how or why she’d just appeared. The fact of the matter was that I was horny, desperate, and feeling this sudden urge to go swimming.
I snuck back to our room and carefully went through my dresser, frantically searching for my bathing suit. I had this sudden panic attack that my wife would awake and ruin all of my chances to see Maggie in her bikini. As quietly as I could I tiptoed from the room, found a towel in the bathroom, and then went for the back door. It’s really amazing to me how powerful the blood vessels in your ears can beat. As I unlocked and gently opened the door, I thought I might have a heart attack on the spot. Nothing was going to happen, of course, but I still felt like I was walking into an oven.
I approached Maggie quietly from behind. It was too dark to see her features, but I knew she was still there.
“You’re up late,” I said as calmly as I could manage under the circumstances.
She breathed in quickly and gripped the chair arms tightly, as I must have frightened her.
“Oh my God, Eddie. You just took away ten years from my life. I was lying here thinking about that rapist who has been after all the college girls, and then you jump out of nowhere. Wow. Anyway, I’m glad that it’s just you. That is, of course, unless you’re thinking of becoming a rapist yourself."
“No, I gave that up long ago. I just don’t do well with the staying up late and sneaking around.”
“Oh. Well, that’s too bad.” She said this with a smile and tilt of her head that made my cock want to stand and salute. I dropped quickly to the chair next to hers before she noticed. It was pretty dark, though, so I’m sure my being turned on went undetected.
“So tell me Maggie, what’s got you up and swimming this late?”
“I don’t know. I just felt the urge and I like to swim at night more then during the day. The water looks so beautiful and everything is really quiet. Anyway, why aren’t you in bed?”
Now, I didn’t think at this point that she could handle the truth to that question, although I would have loved to have said, “Well, Bella just had an orgasm riding me in her sleep, and I still need to cum. So, how’d you like to help me out?” No, I didn’t think that was the best response.
“Oh, I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately and so I thought some quick exercise might help.”
“You know, the best exercise is sex. Are you telling me that Bella isn’t jumping at the chance to work you over?”
I just about wet my pants from that statement, and especially since it was followed by that same invitingly sensuous smile of hers.
She didn’t give me time to respond, though, as she jumped out of her chair and dived into the pool. She did a quick lap under water and popped up at the other side. I couldn’t believe that I ‘d just seen the most perfect ass ever, not three feet from my face.
“Well, aren’t you coming in then?”
I set my towel on the chair and then followed her example, diving in to swim to the other side. I could see her slender body floating in the water by the pool’s edge, and I came up as close to her as I could without actually touching.
“Holy crap! Didn’t it occur to you to warn me about how cold the water is?
“Eddie, you’re such a wimp. We live in Phoenix, you know. What would you do if we didn’t live in the middle of a desert? Here, let me help you.”
She proceeded to vigorously rub her hands in a circular, massaging motion, over my chest and shoulders. Then she swam around behind me, put her arms over my shoulders, and pressed her body to mine.
“Does this help?”
“Yep,” I squeaked.
We floated there for a while with me holding onto the side, and Maggie hanging on behind. I could feel the stiffness of her breasts pushing into my back, and was amazed at how firm and ripe they were. I just couldn’t get over how dream-like it all was. Here I’d been fantasizing all sorts of crazy things ever since she’d moved in, but never believing anything significant would actually happen. If a plain had dropped out of the sky and landed on my head, I wouldn’t have noticed. I was so consumed by the intensity of my emotions that it seemed like nothing could intrude. She then took both of her legs and wrapped them around the front of mine, effectively pressing her pussy into my ass. Her head was resting in the crook of my shoulders. We couldn’t have been any physically closer to one another, short of having sex.
At this point I wasn’t thinking, just feeling, and so when she spoke it was like waking from the most perfect of all dreams.
“Eddie, can I ask you a personal question? I mean, I understand if you don’t want to answer. It’s just that I don’t feel comfortable enough with anyone else to ask.”
My first thought was, “I’ll answer any damn question you can think up,” but I exercised some restraint.
“Of course. You can ask me anything.”
She waited for what seemed like a couple of minutes and I was brought back again to the sensation of her body pushing against mine. It was especially intense as I thought of her pussy rubbing into me, and that if I just turned around……
“What’s it like to have a penis?”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her question. I suppose it was a combination of nervousness at having to answer something like that, and her choice of wording.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just that I didn’t expect that, and ‘penis’ is such a funny word.”
“Yeah well, I didn’t know how else to say it.”
“I usually say ‘cock’. Have you ever heard that one? ‘Dick’ isn’t too bad either.”
“Yeah, I hear them a lot, but it’s hard to get used to the idea of actually saying it out loud. Especially when I’m talking to a handsome guy like yourself.”
“Hmmm, compliments are good. Keep going.”
She just punched me in the shoulder and then laughingly said, “Ok Mr. Joker. What’s it like to have a ‘cock’?”
Now, how do you answer that sort of question? First of all, it was my hot, sexy, half-naked cousin asking me. My cousin, who just happened to be clinging to my body and keeping me in a permanent state of horniness. Plus, we were in the middle of a pool with no one else around.
“I really don’t know what to say. I mean, it’s not like I’ve known anything different. As far as I can tell, it’s been there a pretty long time.”
“Ok, I’ll be more specific. Does it hurt if you touch it, or if someone else touches it? I mean, if a guy gets hit in the balls he’s pretty much out of it for a while, right? I just don’t understand how that can hurt so much, and yet men seem to always want to have sex.”
“That’s actually a pretty good question. I mean, I guess I hadn’t thought of it that way. If you get hit hard, especially in the balls, it’s pretty painful. The cock itself doesn’t seem to hurt too much. At least it’s tougher, but extremely sensitive to any good feelings.”
I wasn’t sure if I’d explained it in a way that made any sense at all. I guess she understand, though, considering her next move. She brought her mouth to my ear and whispered softly, sending tingles down into my crotch.
“So, if I were to punch you in the balls, you wouldn’t be too happy with me?”
“Probably not.”
It was then that I was brought back to the closeness of her body. I could feel her lightly caressing my chest with her right hand, hanging onto me more with the left arm. She then took her right arm off of my shoulder and brought it down into the water, where she placed it around my stomach. And then she moved her mouth close again to my ear and whispered in a way that I thought couldn’t have been more seductive and electrifying.
“And if I were to gently caress your ‘cock’?”
I think you can imagine what she was doing. I tensed up with the shock of it all as her right hand slid down my stomach and into my bathing suit. She gently touched the tip of my cock with her fingers. It was of course as hard as it could ever be. She began to gently kiss and nibble on my neck, while wrapping her entire hand around my dick.
“Does that feel good, Eddie? Do you want me to keep touching you like this?”
I couldn’t even speak I was so consumed with all the lust that I’d been holding back. Combined with that was the terror that my wife would discover us there. About all that managed to escape my lips was a moan of pleasure. I suppose that was answer enough for her and she moved her head around enough to touch her lips to mine. I opened my mouth and our tongues met. She was grinding her pussy into my side as her hand continued to pound away inside my shorts. She kissed me with such intensity that I thought she was going to rape me right on the spot. And then in the same instant she stopped and completely pulled away.
“I suddenly feel very tired. I think I’ll head off to bed now. Could you give me about five minutes and then come and take a look at something in the apartment? I think you’ll be very interested.”
She pulled herself out of the pool and I watched as the water dripped from her beautiful ass. She walked away and left me shivering with excitement in the water.
“What the hell do I do now?” As the minutes slipped by, so did my sanity. The little devil and angel were going at each other, both trying their best to sway me. In the end, I’ll I could think of was the ripeness of her body and the glint in her eyes as she asked me to follow her to the apartment. My mind made up, I quickly exited the pool and dried off as best I could. I went to her door and noticed that there was just a hint of a light coming from inside. The door was unlocked and it squeaked lightly as I pushed it open.
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the candlelit interior, and when I could see clearly, I never wanted to close them again. There she was in the sexiest bra and panties that I had ever before seen – at least short of a Victoria Secret catalog. She was standing by the bed with a few candles casting their light on her coppery skin. Her breasts were so full, and her legs so incredibly long and slender.
“Eddie. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I don’t care if you’re married and I don’t care if we’re cousins. I don’t want to take you away from Bella. I just want to fuck you so much, and I hope that you feel the same. You’d better say yes because I’m not going to let you leave. I’ll rape you if I have to.” She smiled at that last little bit, as she knew it would be pretty hard to pull off. Personally, I liked the sound of it.
You know what? At that point I thought that my life was pretty amazing and that there was no way things could get any better. I knew I was wrong as she removed her bra and panties. Holy shit, but I could never put into words what I saw. I cannot believe how perfectly firm her body was. Her nipples were hard and a beautiful red, which matched her curly hair perfectly. Her pussy was shaved clean, so I couldn’t tell if that matched or not. She stood there for a moment longer, letting me take in the beauty of it all. Then she walked towards me, her tits bouncing gently before my eyes. She reached for my shorts with both of her hands and then quickly pulled them to my feet.
I was hoping that maybe I’d get a little more attention from her amazing hands, but she turned from me and walked towards the bed. She climbed up onto the mattress on her hands and knees and then looked over her shoulder towards me. I could see the lips of her pussy, full and inviting.
“Fuck me now or I’m going to scream.”
She turned her head back around and faced the front of the bed as I hesitantly approached, stroking myself in preparation. I put both of my hands on her ass, desperately wanting to feel every inch of her, but wanting more to be inside. I brought my dick to the top of her ass and rubbed it into her skin as I slid it down her crack. I paused as her pussy lips enfolded the tip of my cock and then gently began to press forward. She moaned in triumph as she pushed back, causing me to sink into her completely.
She then pulled forward and I could see her lips caressing the length of my rod, stretching as if they were trying to keep me inside. She pushed back again and then continued to move forward and backward, moaning with such pleasure that I worried the neighbors would hear. And then in the midst of my pleasures I thought of my wife. What would I do if she caught us?
Maggie pulled away completely and then turned around and lay down on her back. I joined her on the bed and we continued with our experience of discovery, each feeling more than we ever thought possible. Soon after she’d experienced a tenseness that could only have been an orgasm, I too reached the point of no return.
“I’m going to cum,” I said as I pulled out of her.
She grabbed my ass with both of her hands and pushed me back inside, saying that it was all right and that she’d been on the pill for about a year now. Well that was about all that I could take and so I poured more cum into her then I thought possible. We lay together for a while after that, further exploring each other’s bodies. I would have stayed longer, but for the fact that I had a wife who could come looking for me at any moment.
I just can’t tell you enough about how amazing it all was. Do dreams and fantasies come true? Oh, you bet. I’m just grateful that my wife slept through it all. Or did she? I struggled to sleep that night, reliving everything in my mind, and thinking about what I would do if that gorgeous woman by my side ever discovered my unfaithfulness. It was too horrible to think about. And yet, I was already wondering what might happen next. Eventually, I drifted into that world of dreams, where disturbing visions of coppery skin and curly red hair filled my mind.
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 Maggie’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. Bella 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 pale-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, Edward. 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.
“Edward. 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 Maggie 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 Bella 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 Bella 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 Maggie 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.
“Bella, 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 Bella, 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.
“Edward. 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 Bella’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 Edward. 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.
“Bella. 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.
“Edward, 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, Bella had me sit on the edge of the table. Her eyes were filled with excitement as she glanced often in the direction of Maggie’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, Bella 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.
“Edward. 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 Maggie 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 Maggie squeezing her now uncovered breasts. It was as much as I could take and so I warned Bella 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 Maggie can see.”
Bella 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 Maggie’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.

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