My Cousin Sister's husband

Hello all. It’s my real story, but I asked another user to upload the story to the portal. My name is Priya, and I am married. I had a peaceful life without any affairs. But due to personal reasons, I watched live sex, and that changed my life.

My body stats are 34B-29-35. I was born into a rich family and married to a richer person. My life was polished perfection with money, security, romance, and everything handed to me on a silver plate. I was proud of it.

Then my brother’s wedding was fixed. My husband was stationed in the UK for work. Relatives became older and obviously useless. So, my mother called my cousin sister weeks ahead. I never liked my cousin sister. They weren’t rich.

I feel ashamed to talk with her, as she doesn’t have any money and wears very ordinary clothes. I felt that it wasn’t my level. I avoided them whenever I could, and my mom called her to do maid work. But I couldn’t ignore the way she and her husband looked at each other.

Soft, pure, and alive. Not much money, yet the care between them felt richer than everything I owned. He helped my father constantly. Together they made the wedding run without stress. My parents barely noticed the work.

After the wedding, the first night ceremony was in a hotel. My mother insisted the cousin stay. That evening she helped the new bride get ready. Cousin wore a yellow saree. Her husband couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Cousin sister blushed. Her cheeks went red. The love in their eyes made something ugly and jealous twist hard inside me. I felt jealous, and I did not fully understand why. I told her to take my hotel room, and I moved to their room on the top floor.

Before leaving, I did something crazy. I installed a tiny hidden camera. I carried it to capture the real moments of the bride’s makeup and real incidents. But I wanted to see how two people with no money still ducked as if the world belonged to them.

It’s close to 9 pm, and everyone returned to their rooms. I lay in the dark, phone in hand. I opened the live feed. I could see the room, as the curtains were not strong enough to make it dark. The outside light was enough for me to see their privacy at night. They had yet to come to the room.

After a couple of minutes, they were in the room, and the door closed. He switched off the light except the small bed light. “You looked so fucking beautiful tonight,” he growled against her neck. I was surprised that I could hear the words.

“This fucking yellow saree… every time you walked past me, I wanted to drag you and rip it the fuck off.” She chuckled softly, shyly pressing her face into his chest. “Don’t say things like that.” He tilted her chin up and kissed her. Slow at first, then deeper, wetter.

His tongue shoving into her mouth until she made a small helpless sound. Fuck! I was wet. His hands were already on her waist, squeezing hard and pulling her tight against the thick, hard line of his cock. He kissed hard and broke it. He clasped her lips and said, “I want this saree on the floor right now.”

Her cheeks burned. His fingers tugged the pallu free. Heavy yellow silk fell off her shoulder. Then he worked the blouse hooks open one by one. Uff! The last hook gave way, the blouse slipped down her arms, and her full, soft boobs spilled out, heavy. Her black nipples were already tight and dark.

She immediately tried to cover them with her hands. Her eyes wide and face red. “Don’t… don’t look so openly…” she whispered, shy and embarrassed. He gently pulled her hands away and cupped her tits, thumbs circling the nipples until she bit her lips.

“So soft… so fucking perfect. I have been hard all evening just thinking about getting my mouth on these.” She looked away, and her back arched into his hands. “I am feeling shy…” she admitted in a small voice. He bent and sucked one nipple into his mouth. It’s hard, wet, and greedy.

A soft moan escaped before she could stop it. He switched to the other boob. Biting lightly, then soothing with his tongue while his hands shoved the petticoat down. Fuck! Yellow saree pooled at her feet. Only her thin, soaked panties remained. My heart was beating fast.

I love watching the steaming. He dropped to his knees and hooked his fingers in the sides of her panties. Fuck! Her expression was pure love, with a shy and happy smile. He slowly removed her panties, and she hid her cunt with her palms. But he opened it and smelled her wet scent.

Then he looked up at her eyes with lust. “You are wet and dripping from me on your cousin brother’s first night.” She covered her face with both hands. Then he pushed him onto the bed and stripped his clothes. Ufff! His cock is hard and long. I held my breath as soon as I saw him in the live stream.

He has little hair around his dick, and I was wet. Fuck! I never imagined his dick harness and length. Then he spread her legs wide and rubbed her cunt with his thumb. One thumb on her nipple and the other on cunt. She was moaning low and making her wet.

My husband had never done this to me, and all of a sudden she let out a sharp moan, leaving her throat. His head was between her legs, and he was licking her pussy again and again, deeper. I was watching how he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her knees almost gave out.

“Ahh… wait… its too intense…” she moans

He smiled and looked at her face and pushed fingers inside her, and his tongue kept working her pussy. Wet, dirty sounds filled the room. Slowly, her voice came out, shaky, still shy but breaking.

“Lick me more… there… what you are doing with me… it feels too good…”

I never moan like this on the bed. I felt very jealous and angry. I removed my top but did not stop watching. He roared against her cunt and gave more to her.

A long greedy lick, fingers pushing inside her cunt, tongue flicking her pussy until her thighs shook. Then she pulled him and hugged him tightly. They whispered something in low, and I was not able to hear it. After that, he put her fingers on his dick.

His hard cock sprang further, and she stared with her mouth open. I noticed her cheeks became red and then slowly sank to her knees. She took in her hand first and was stroking slowly. Her eyes were wide, then she leaned in and licked the tip of the dick.

Then she took the head into her mouth and was sucking it softly. Her eyes were still looking up with that mix of shyness and hunger. He threaded his fingers into her hair. He pushed her head slowly and then harder. She took him deeper and deeper.

Her cheeks tensed, making soft, wet sounds. He was talking dirty in a rude voice: “It’s fucking amazing; tell me what you want next.” She blushed harder but obeyed, still sucking him between words, but her words were low and could not be heard.

He pulled her up, turned her around, and bent her over the edge of the bed.

Rubbed the swollen head of his cock up and down her soaked slit. His voice was heavy. “Say it clearly, no more shyness.” She gripped the bed sheet; her voice came out clearer. “Put your dick inside me, fuck me hard.”

He pushed in with one deep and slow thrust. She cried out with half a moan and half a sob as he filled her. I was completely jealous because she was enjoying the womanhood on the bed. Her happiness on her face said everything about her sexual life.

It’s a bigger and thicker dick. Her moans and the stretch made her eyes water in the best way. He stayed buried for a moment, letting her feel every thick inch. Then he started to move, long, hard strokes that made wet slapping sounds echo through the room.

He gripped her hips and fucked her deeper. She moaned into the mattress, pushing back against him. Her shyness slowly burning away. He gave her harder. Deep, punishing thrusts that made her boobs swing and her ass jiggle.

Her voice cracked, a loud moan, mixing dirty need with love.

“Your dick… it’s so deep… my pussy is full… stop fucking…” He did not listen. He pulled out his dick and hooked her legs over his shoulders and slammed back into her pussy. She screamed. It’s raw and open, and I was wet.

My eyes became jealous. My cousin sister was fucked by her husband relentlessly, sweat starting to shine on their bodies. Every thrust punched wet and raw moans out of her. He leaned down and kissed her hard while he fucked her. Both the tongue in her mouth and his dick buried deep.

Sweat dripped from his chest onto her boobs. He kept thrusting through it and chasing his own release until he buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural groan. They stayed locked together, bodies slick with sweat. He kissed her slowly and deeply while his dick was still inside her.

She smiled, eyes glassy, and pulled him down for another kiss, shy again now that the storm had passed. He cuddled her, and they both were happy to sleep.

I was in my room, jealous. The loud moans, the way their bodies needed each other so desperately, left me aching and empty. No sleep that night.

I am thinking about why the hell I do this. His dick completely takes my sleep away. A lot of things were happening in my mind, and in the morning I again opened the live feed and watched them shamelessly as they slept. They were both completely naked. Bed sheets tangled at their feet.

His dick was thick. Morning wood standing hard and heavy against his stomach. His dick head was already shiny. It’s around 5:30 in the morning. She was half-draped over him. One leg thrown across his thighs and her soft boob pressed to his chest.

She started with a slow hug and kissed him on his cheeks. It looked so sweet to me, but his hands turned rough. He grabbed both her full boobs and squeezed hard. Fingers dug deep into the soft flesh until they spilled between his knuckles. She gasped against his mouth.

He kept squeezing, pinching her nipples. He was twisting them while he kissed her dirty and deep. “Fuck… these tits,” he growled. His voice thick with sleep and lust. She arched into his rough hands and answered rude as filthy. “Mother fucker, don’t talk, just fuck me. Put your big motherfucking dick inside me.”

He flipped her onto her back, shoved her legs wide, and slammed into her in one hard thrust. The wet sound of her cunt taking him was loud even through the camera. She cried out not in pain but pure greedy pleasure.

“Harder, you bloody bastard… fuck me as you hate me,” she moaned, nails dragging down his back. He gave it to her. Brutal, deep strokes that made the bed frame knock against the wall. Every thrust punched a filthy sound out of her.

He kept mauling her tits while he fucked her, squeezing, slapping, biting the soft undersides until red marks bloomed. They both talked very dirty, like madarchod, behenchod, randi, like that, while fucking. Then he changed the position without any break.

He put her in doggy and slammed back into her from behind. His hands locked on her hips and he started hammering her so hard her heavy boobs swung and slapped together. Her moans were heavy. The wet, filthy sound of skin filled the room.

She pushed back onto him and matched every thrust with a voice broken and shameless. “Yes… fuck me like that… harder, you motherfucker… ruin my pussy… you’re such a dirty sister fucker.” She moaned without any shame. She was begging him to fuck her harder and harder.

He kept fucking her, and his morning energy was so high. She came hard, her body shaking, cunt fastening, loud broken cries spilling out of her. He did not stop. He kept fucking her through it until she was sobbing and dripping onto the sheets.

Still not finished, he pulled out, flipped on his back, and dragged her face down to his cock. “Suck it, clean your mess off me.” She did not hesitate. She took him deep, messy, and greedy. Saliva ran down his tube while she looked up at him with glassy, hungry eyes.

She sucked hard, gagging softly on the thick head mounding around him like she could not get enough of the taste of her own cunt mixed with his cock.

After almost a full hour of rough, sweaty, hard fucking, doggy, her sucking his dick, they finally ended with ass fuck and finally collapsed.

Bodies slick, breathing hard. They looked fucking happy. Sister’s phone rang. It’s my mother; she asked me to help her. She answered in a soft and normal voice. After some time, I called her. “Hot water isn’t coming in my bathroom. I am coming to your room for a quick bath.”

By the time I reached the room, they both left, and I locked the door. The room still smelled of sex, heavy, musky, and raw. The bedsheet was ruined. Wet patches, the sharp scent of her cunt and his cum mixed. I stripped naked and crawled onto the bed.

I pressed my face into the bedsheet and inhaled deeply. The smell hit me straight between the legs. I rubbed my face against the wet spot where she had come. Then I lowered my breathing to the place where his cock had buried inside her.

My own fingers slid between my things, and I was soaked. Then I removed the camera and realized this is what I had been missing in life. Not just money and comfort. But later, it became more painful for me.

The rough sex, the shameless dirty words, the way they used each other’s bodies without holding anything back. The pure, nasty loving hunger. The jealousy cut deeper than anything. My husband is wealthy, educated, careful, and polite in bed.

He makes love but never makes me scream like that. He never makes me beg with filthy words pouring out of my mouth. Watching my cousin’s sister get sex like destroying the pussy, make talk like a whore. Her husband makes her whore and gives satisfaction that hurts my ego worse than any rejection.

He made her feel things my perfect, expensive marriage never had. The comparison burned. My fingers worked faster, harder as the thought of how thoroughly he had used her body kept looping. I can’t forget him, and for the first time in my life, I was craving raw sex.

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