Visiting the Cousin

Shortly after my wife, Olivia, and I got married, we traveled to visit her cousin, Abby. Abby had recently gone through a divorce and we wanted to check on her and keep her company. After we arrived at Abby's house, we changed into nice clothes and went out to eat at a fancy restaurant. It was late when we got back to Abby's house and we might have had a bit too much to drink. I don't remember quite how it started but Olivia and I ended up sitting in the water in the huge bathtub in Abby's bathroom...fully clothed in our nice dinner outfits. I had on a polo shirt, khaki pants, black socks and slip-on dress shoes. Olivia was wearing a grey blouse, frilly black skirt, black thigh-high stockings, and black flats with buckles. We lounged in the water as Abby sat on the side of the tub, her legs and feet, clad in black high heeled shoes and nude pantyhose, dangling in the water. We laughed as we sprayed and splashed each other.

Now, I loved seeing women in wet clothes almost as long as I could remember and both Olivia and I had gone swimming fully clothed before, especially in the pond behind our house. In my opinion, Olivia looked even sexier than usual in wet clothes. But now, seeing her wet dress hugging every curve of her body and feeling the wet fabric of her dress and stockings rubbing against me, my body really started responding. My cock grew at an astonishing rate. Also, I had secretly been attracted to Abby since I had first met her and now here she was, right next to me, her wet pantyhosed legs and feet brushing up against me. Olivia noticed the bulge in my pants and loudly remarked, "Hey Abby, I wonder who's turning him on more, me or you?"

"Only one way to find out!" exclaimed Abby. She knelt down in the water in front of me and let my cock out of my pants. It sprang up so high that the top was out of the water. Then, Abby took me into her mouth. Call me crazy, but I have never really enjoyed a blowjob. This time was no different. I was still huge but after a few moments of Abby's attention, I was no closer to an orgasm then I was before. With a pouty expression, Abby withdrew back to the edge of the tub.

Now, it was Olivia's turn. First, she seductively slid off her panties, revealing her dark brown bush and her pussy buried beneath. Next, she maneuvered so that her feet reached my groin and started giving me a foot job with her nyloned feet. Where Abby's mouth had failed to produce a result, Olivia's nyloned feet got me groaning in ecstasy in seconds. As I felt the explosion approach, I grabbed Olivia and impaled her on my stiff dick. She screamed in absolute pleasure as I penetrated deep inside her.

Then she was riding me, up and down, up and down, like the best jockey. My hands were all over her wet dress, sliding down her legs, my nails ripping through her nylons. They quested upwards, coming to rest on her blouse over her bouncing breasts. With a rip, her shirt came apart in my hands. I frantically pulled her bra off to the side, exposing her pink, stiff nipples. In a breath, one was in my mouth, rolling between my tongue and teeth, the other nipple ground in my fingers. I worked both her tits so hard, I hurt her and she reared back for a second. Then she was back down, now with her mouth locked over mine, hot breaths exchanged, her sopping hair straggling in my face, feeding my excitement.

My eyes roved over every inch of her body and then beyond, coming to rest on Abby, still on the edge of the tub, watching us with rapture, her mouth a perfect O. She had pulled her skirt up and her hand was moving to her crotch. But my free hand got there faster and I stuffed it down the front of her pantyhose. I found the delicious warmth and wetness of her vagina and pushed my fingers inside as deep as they would go. Now both women were moaning and screaming in delight.

In less time than it takes to tell all this, I exploded inside Olivia, flooding her with my hot cum. And it kept "cum-ing." Before I finished, I pulled out of Olivia and stood over Abby. My seed flooded over her hair and face, ran down her blouse into her cleavage, and puddled in her lap. When I finally emptied out, I surveyed the scene. Olivia's stockings were shredded, her blouse was torn in half, her bra was hopelessly twisted and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Both women's pairs of shoes lay discarded under the water at the bottom of the tub along with my shoes. My pants were ripped and my shirt had tear marks in the back where Olivia's long fingernails had raked me.

As we finished our bath Abby said, "I think you win, cousin. You got him going like nothing I've ever seen!" We climbed out of the tub, removed what was left of our wet clothes, and went to the bedroom. We lay together all night and fucked so many times, my cock was worn out for a couple days. In the darkness and the heat of our passion, I know I took Abby at least as many times as I took my wife. The next day, as Olivia and I were driving home, she said, "If getting wet fully clothed turns you on that much, we must do it more often. But you have to promise me that you will only do it with me from now on." I agreed. Since then, Olivia and I have had many wet and sexy adventures. But have I kept my promise? Maybe I will tell you sometime.