Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2022 10:55:49 -0800
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin's Wife (Lesbian / Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/f)

Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/f

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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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