Author: katie-datie

[F]41 Comfort for my [M]40 Cousin: After the wedding

Hello again. I’m back to finish off my little recollection of my time with Mark. I’ve had so many people reach out and been 99% amazing. I realised I forgot to give a description of myself. Other than 5’3, I’m under 50 kilos; it fluctuates. I’ve long brown curly hair and brown eyes too. No ass or big tits. Just little B cups that have seen two kids and their effects. I keep myself trimmed and shave along my lips. So that’s me.

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After the night of wedding, I was pretty paranoid of getting caught for what I’d done. I tried to act as if nothing had happened. I didn’t start dressing different, change my sexual habits with my husband or do anything out of the ordinary. Hubby never suspected. Mark was gone the following day without seeing him and I called not long after to make sure we were on the same page about it not being a thing and that we wouldn’t message or talk until we were a few weeks in the clear. Read more »

[F]41 Comfort for my [M]40 Cousin at a wedding. [Part 2]

Firstly I wanted to say thank you for all the people who reached out and sent me some lovely and supportive messages about my first story. You encouraged me to share a little bit more about my encounter with Mark and another than followed.

I’m not too sure how to put a link to my first post but it will go here in a later edit if I can work it out.

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Lying on my back holding hands with Mark, neither of us said anything. That silence after what had just happened gave my brain a chance to start thinking about what I’d just did. I’d never cheated on my husband before. I’d never had sex with a relative before. I’d never let a man cum inside me on the first time (even if Mark was safe as he’d said.)

Mark deeply male voice said next to me in the cold night air, “oh my God.”
I clutched my breath. Mark was thinking about how terrible a thing it was to happen I just knew it. Read more »

[F]41 Comfort for my [M]40 Cousin at a wedding.

Third attempt. Second I wasn’t a day old. Publishing this off a new account to hide my main and normie. First time I’d done the tags wrong. Hope this confession clears my conscience a little. Apologies if it too heavy at the start but I wanted to add the context to what I did. And I’m on a mobile.

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This happened a year ago when I went home for my brothers wedding. I grew up in a country town in the south of Australia. As with a lot of regional areas everyone knew everyone and I was probably related to a good 50 percent of the people my age. We were one of the largest families in the town. My closest friend other than my brother and a sister was my male cousin who was a year younger than me.

Mark and I were now in our early forties. I was married with two kids, as was my cousin although he and his partner had never married. They’d just had a little girl at the start of the year. When I’d first gone to university, I’d shared an apartment with Michael but we’d fought and argued a lot back then and had both moved out. In the 20 years since we’d patched things up and both got a laugh out of how young and stupid we’d been back then. Read more »