When the time arrived for me to marry, I never questioned my family. I knew marriages were a family matter in our culture and everyone assured me that I would easily grow to love my husband and feel the urge to build a family with him. I never doubted any of this and so far during my one-year marriage, I’ve had faith that things would develop in the right way. Suddenly, my new feelings have clouded everything.
Upon asking more about my husband’s family and hometown, he showed me some photos of extended family. He pulled up a photo of his cousin and I immediately felt a rush like never before. My eyes poured over his dark stubble coating his golden completion and sultry dark eyes. Something about him seemed familiar. Obviously, he is my husband’s cousin so there is a familial look but more as if I’ve seen him before. I ponder and then it occurs to me he might have gone to the boys’ school near me.
‘’That’s wonderful that you two are just like best friends dear. Did you go to the same school then?’’ I asked carefully.
‘’No, we went to a different school darling. Actually, my cousin went to school in the same town as you. You’ll have so much to talk about when you both finally meet. I’m really excited for my cousin to meet you, my love.’’
I feel a bit of excitement and guilt hit me. The prospect of meeting my husband’s attractive cousin makes me look forward to it so much but also like a bad wife since he is more appealing to look at. It has been a long time but there is something about him that makes me sure he is the boy that made such a big impression on me.
Whenever I saw him in the distance, I would get so jittery and nervous since he was the most attractive guys and was growing a beard before all the other boys. I loved to watch him walk to his classes. Seeing his arms sway and the way his strong shoulders looked in his uniform was mesmerising.
As I lay in bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about my husband’s cousin. I wanted to meet him so much but I knew these weren’t appropriate feelings for his close relative. Undeterred, I crawled out of bed while he was sleeping to take his phone to the living room.
I unlocked the phone and went to find Ali’s photo again. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief at his perfect masculine face and broad muscular shoulders. Looking at his photo made me wish I could reach out and touch him. His dark eyes drew me into his realm and made me ponder what he would be like as a husband. If that deep brooding expression meant he was more animalistic in a way. You know… sexually.
My husband and I have sex maybe once a week and it is pretty good and I have no comparisons as a pure woman. Reading on American relationship websites, they talk about primal sex. They say it is very important for the longevity of marriage. Unfortunately, my husband and I never have any sex as they describe. I’m curious what his cousin would be like in bed…
‘Oh goodness. What are you doing Zanab. This is so unacceptable. What is wrong with you?’ I put my hands through my hair trying to catch up with all of my racing thoughts of a deeply sexual nature relating to Ali.
I look down again at the picture of my husband’s cousin. Something about his looks creates a deep ache inside me. Looking at him makes me want to beg him to touch me. His defined muscular body makes me curious how maybe he could be a better lover. How maybe it could be more satisfying to get down on my knees and worship his fit body. The more I stare hungrily at his photo, the more intense the throbbing feeling between my thighs grows.
I look around me quickly to ensure my husband hasn’t been woken up by the living room lights and then quickly sink my hands into my thin lace panties. Immediately, I notice how swollen and wet my pussy lips are and it turns me on so much not realising how aroused his photo made me. I trace my fingers back and forth across my slippery wet slit. I moan as I take it all in while looking at his photo on my husband’s phone. I keep looking into his dark sultry imagines picturing him as far more dominant and sexual than my husband. He looks so virile and manly I can only imagine he would want to fuck way more often than my husband.
I have so much desire but my husband isn’t as enthusiastic about sex as I am. I make do with once a week and then stroke myself to sleep every night after my husband falls asleep. The more I mentally compare my husband and his cousin and how his cousin probably is way more sexual, I get even wetter. Faster and faster I play with my pussy, picturing myself sucking his cousin’s thickness and begging for him to dominate me.
I feel my muscles clench as I get so carried away and start bouncing on my fingers so roughly. Harder, deeper and faster I penetrate myself dreaming of what it would be like to be owned and fucked by such a sexy man, my husband’s cousin. I whisper ‘fuck me master’ to his photo and then descend into an intense trembling orgasm.
Laying on the sofa now breathless, I look forward even more to the day where I finally meet my husband’s cousin.
Today is the day I’ve been anticipating and so curious about for a week now. My husband speaks endlessly of his cousin about how they used to do everything together and the strong brother-like bond that they share. I know I am supposed to be welcoming him as a family member but I can only feel excited about seeing his attractive body. I can only hope he is as attractive as the photo that I saw.
Remembering that stunning photo and what I did while looking at his photo suddenly makes my cheeks burn and arouses a burning feeling between my thighs. All morning I have been cleaning and preparing a meal and sweets to welcome my husband’s cousin today. I’ve been so busy I haven’t had a chance to dress yet.
When I’m cleaning, I opt for a sports bra and leggings since a deep clean of the house makes me break out in a sweat. Initially, I wanted to please my husband as well but sadly he never admires me while cleaning. It seems only natural with my youthful curves that I should show them off at every opportunity.
I pause for a moment while cleaning the side table thinking pondering how his cousin would react to seeing my heavy breasts tightly bound together in this pink bra and the contours of my bum completely revealed in these skin-tight leggings. I purr softly as I picture him looking out of the corner of his eyes checking every part of my physique as he licks his lips.
‘’Fuck…’’ I murmur quietly, as I crave such blatant sexual attention.
I look down at my phone to check the time. ‘Hmmm… it won’t be too long before he arrives now. I can’t wait to see his body in the flesh. If only he could know how curvy and wanton I am since my husband doesn’t appreciate me enough….’
The perfect plan suddenly occurs to me. If I pretend I didn’t realise the time and I have my headphones on, I can act as if I had no idea they arrive home. I’ll be walking around in such revealing clothing shamelessly bending over and while my husband yells at me. The genius of it is that I hear nothing since I have headphones on while shaking my big ass to the music.
I smile to myself at such an ingenious and perverted plan. Flicking through my music selection I find something sexy that makes me want to move my body and be lust-worthy. Now my heart is racing as the countdown begins for my naughty plan to expose myself in front of both of them.
Right as the clock strikes 2:30, I start swaying my body side to side and rolling my head to flick my hair in tune with the music. Thankfully, at this angle, there is a mirror in the distance to check behind when for when they arrive. Just anticipating the look on his cousin’s face has me so wet and desperate. The door starts to open and I lean forward against the kitchen countertop and arch my back deeply to throw my ass up in the air.
Carefully, I look towards the mirror to make sure they see me grinding and gyrating my hips. I moan a little as I rock my body feeling my heavy ass jiggle in the tight black leggings. While swaying my body side to side I start turning to face the front door, I place my hand flat across my chest. My eyes are completely closed as I’m lost in the music. I drag my hands down from near my neck down over my full barely contained breasts and right before I go to squeeze my breasts, my husband rips off the headphones in a fury.
Acting totally shocked as to my husband and his cousin’s presence, I stand here completely frozen. I stare at his cousin pretending to be surprised but instead, I’m taking in his incredible body.
‘’Ahhhh’’ I scream and throw up my hands to cover my face and run to the bedroom.
I crash down onto the bed feeling so exhilarated after such a rush of adrenaline. ‘It’s so impossible. Just impossible. He’s even more sexy than in his photo.’ I lay here sighing thinking of how impressive he is and the contrast between him and my husband. The door creaks open to ruin my delicious thoughts to present my disappointed husband.
‘’Zanab, darling, just, I mean… what on earth was that? Honestly?’’ he says, rather annoyed.
‘’Babe, I’m sorry. You know I’ve been busy all morning preparing so many things for your cousin to come to stay with us.’’
‘’Yeah, but why were you undressed like that and dancing so provocatively when you knew he was coming?’’
‘’I messed up babe, I’m sorry. I thought I had another hour or more. The time escaped me.’’
‘’Fuck, Zanab. What will my cousin think of this? It’s so unacceptable and especially today of all days.’’
‘’Babe, I said I’m sorry. I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Just calm down and let’s forget about it for now.’’
‘’Promise you’ll cover up right now Zanab. I don’t want any family scandals.’’
‘’Yes of course babe, look see. Here’s my kaftan on the bed.’’
‘’Put it on now and come greet my cousin properly please.’’
I slip the kaftan on over my provocative athletic wear and head out to the living room with my husband. As I walk, I struggle to smile or beam in his cousin’s eyes so I gaze down towards the ground as the fire rages inside me.
‘’Good Afternoon’’ I purr softly before him.
‘’A pleasure to meet you Zanab’’ he replies firmly.
I place my hand over my heart as part of our traditional greeting and slowly trail it down over my breast. I struggle to behave in a chaste manner with all of the desire still raging unsatiated from my previous naughty antics. After I excuse myself, I head to the kitchen with my husband.
While we are alone, I gaze up at my husband hungrily. He looks down looking rather confused at my obviously hungry gaze.
‘’What’s up with you Zanab?’’ he asks.
‘’Nothing,’’ I reply non-chalantly as I approach him slowly.
I place my hand on his chest and drag it down until I’m holding his belt loops.
‘’This is not the time or place Zanab,’’ he asserts looking quite unimpressed with me.
‘’I’m sorry dear,’’ and I turn away again back to the meal preparation.
I collect a tray for the teapot and teacups to bring to our dining area. To be as hospitable as possible, I first serve our guest. I bend down deeply to lean forward to place the saucer with the teacup in his hands. As I arch my back, I just hope that he can see my wide and well-endowed backside despite the shapeless dress I must wear. I smile demurely before I then turn to serve my husband. The seating arrangement is rather close so I made sure not to move too far from our guest Ali. As I bent down to serve my husband, I could feel that rush of desire to be observed and lusted over even greater as I knew my bum was so very close to Ali’s face.
I stand before them both to ask if they require more sugar and both assure me the tea is well made. Then, I glance over to Ali to see him crossing his legs and looking a bit unsettled which intrigues me.
Next, I come through to serve a salad and do the same performance as before wanting to see Ali’s reaction. Again, he looks a bit affected by my teasing. After serving, I sit down between them to join them eating before bringing through the main dishes.
Back and forth I go with the different dishes while hoping Ali is thinking about the shape of me hiding beneath this flowing kaftan.
To my surprise, I hear my name called out while in the kitchen and start to turn to see what is happening. Suddenly, I bump into someone behind me and we both freeze.
‘’Zanab?’’ Ali says nervously.
‘’Yes Ali?’’ I reply confused as he’s still standing right behind me.
‘’Do you want to ruin my marriage prospects Zanab?’’
‘’I… I, have no idea what you mean Ali.
He steps closer until his body is pressed up against mine which causes me to shiver.
‘’Oh, you don’t? So you don’t think me wanting to touch you will ruin my marriage prospects in this whole province?’’
‘’Well, I guess it depends how far it went really,’’ I say teasingly.
‘’What about this? Would this be too scandalous to be forgiven?’’
With that, Ali placed his hands on top of my shoulders and traced them over the sides of my breasts, down over my waist and my hips before pausing.
‘’What do you think Zanab?’’
‘’Not enough’’, I whispered softly.
Ali wrapped his hands around my middle and pulled me roughly against him. He began kissing my neck as his hands ventured across my body hurridly. I couldn’t help but moan softly as he squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck. It was obvious both of us wanted more. I arched my back protruding my bum to be pressed up against his bulge. While he was exploring my curves over my kaftan, I started grinding slowly against him.
The more I rubbed up against him, the tighter he pulled me to his body. As I was gyrating my ribs grinding in a way that made me moan more he couldn’t stand the tension anymore. Ali grabbed all of the fabric by my hips and hitched it up by my midriff and put his hand inside my little shorts. He started teasing me over my panties as my hand reached back to rub over his trousers.
The way he held me so tightly against me and how he wanted me so badly he would risk touching me in the kitchen drove me wild. Each stroke over my panties brought me closer and closer. Every groan and sigh from him was encouraging me to completely give into him right now.
Ali took away his hand for a moment which alarmed me but it was only to unbelt himself. He smiled as I looked down at the outline of his cock in his boxers approvingly. Again, I let out a sigh as he tugged me against him and he found his way back into my shorts.
Stroking faster and faster over panties as he nibbled my ear and kissed my neck. We are grinding together in absolute need.
‘’Shush Zanab, you’re getting too excited, he’ll hear us.’’
Ali put his hand around my mouth and whispered for me to cum on his hand. I leaned back against his shoulder more and rubbed more rhythmically on his fingertips as he pressed more firmly against my bum.
‘’Oh Zanab, oh it’s happening…’’
I felt my body tense all over as my knees went weak and I felt pleasure descend over my body as Ali let out a deep groan.
‘’That was amazing’’, I said breathlessly.
‘’Mm, it certainly was. Later you have to do some dirty laundry for me Zanab as you made me ruin my boxers.’’
Ali kissed me before hitching up his trousers and belting up to go be with my husband again