Ass Of Amy, My Cousin's Wife

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I get on well with women. Yes, that's meant lots of sex in the past, though lately it's becoming more and more of the friend variety, for whatever reason. Enter my cousin's wife Amy. She dumped him and kept me as a buddy.

I first met her when I went to Atlanta for the wedding. This was Dave's third wedding, her first. He'd become pretty successful selling something medically related, and had the trappings of money; a great big house with a pool, cars and toys. I was glad for him. He was the cousin I idolized as a kid. He could be a prick but he seemed to be doing well.

My flight was delayed, so when I got to Dave's house I was expecting to find no one there. "It's a safe neighborhood," he'd said on the phone. "I'll leave the front door unlocked. You're in the back bedroom, east side." I couldn't imagine why he'd had to specify the bedroom that way, until I walked in and walked through the house. There were 8 bedrooms, a maid's apartment, and a garage apartment outside. Jesus. Dave had done well.

I found my room. It had a sticky note on the door with my name on it, and a note that said everyone had gone to have dinner and attend to details at the Club where the reception was being held. I hung up the nice clothes, put the other small things into a dresser and took my clothes off. I didn't give a damn about going to the Club. I thought a shower and hot tub would be more for me. It was going to be a very busy weekend with lots of people around. Peace and quiet were here now and I wanted to use it wisely. I went into the bathroom and looked for a towel. Finding none, I decided to look around. The bedroom I was in had a connecting door into the front bedroom through the closet. I wouldn't have known if it hadn't been empty. It opened soundlessly and I was about to walk into the other room, when I saw a body laying back on the bed. Not just any body, it was Amy, Dave's bride to be in two days.

The first time you see Amy it sends a jolt into the ends of your cock. Wholesome, pretty alive, great smile, solid body everywhere, and a beautiful shelf for an ass. She was divine at the least. The second time you see her, her beauty swells into your brain and expands. I thought she was amazing.

Amy was laying across the king size bed wearing one of the few secrets that Victoria still has. It was sheer white silk, with red trim. Simple, straight forward, and sexy like Amy. I knew the panties matched because they had been flung off and were inches from my feet.

Amy had one hand covering her pussy and I could see two fingers probing inside of her. The other hand was glistening with oil and two fingers were pushing into her asshole, sitting proudly atop two pillows. The pillows were the only reason she couldn't see me and I was glad for them. She had a nicely trimmed growth of hair, medium brown like her hair. I'd met her the first time the past summer at Dave's lake house. We were all water skiing and drinking. Amy had worn a white bikini that showed everything off when it got wet. She changed it as soon as she discovered that little flaw but by then most of us had viewed one heavenly bush and the attending breasts.

"Fuck me, Darien," she cried out. Not being Darien I figured it best to just shut up. "Dave won't take me in the ass, Darien. Isn't that a laugh?" Darien was Dave's best man and his best friend.

Then Darien walked into the room, kissed her, and turned away. "I still don't get why you're marrying him." He was fully clothed, though you could see he was beginning to question the rationale of keeping them on.

"Dave makes me feel safe," she said. "He's done well enough that he's acceptable for polite society."

"He doesn't fuck you any more, he never makes love to you, and he probably can't have kids. Do you want to just go get smashed at the Country Club all day?" he asked. All good points if true. Amy's family was about as high in Atlanta high society as it got. She was a trophy wife in a city filled with trophy wives.

"I've been hired as a flight attendant, Dave thinks it's great."

"Because he's going to be able to have a steady girlfriend on the side. Why don't the two of you get your shit together?"

"The families will be happy if we marry," she said. Dumb reason. I knew our side of the family was a pretty fucked up lot, not known for long relationships or marriages, except for the older people. They all stayed together unhappily. "Darien, once more, for me," she started undoing his belt, and God love him, he stopped her.

"Amy, I told you, I can't fuck you when you're married."

"Then why don't you fuck me today? I need a good one," she whimpered.

"Too close to the wedding. I'm starting to feel bad about fucking you at all." Good bye and have a happy life." He kissed her and left the room. A minute later his car started and he drove out, while Amy laid down and continued to finger herself masterfully.

I watched her have several orgasms, her pussy getting wetter as my mouth got dryer. The hand on her pussy had one very talented thumb. It could reach her clit in a number of ways and angles, and Amy created art as she played with herself. I had to keep watching yet I had to have a drink. I quietly turned on the tap and drank in several huge gulps. I was as quiet as I could be until I turned around and knocked the bathroom door shut. I moved back into the bedroom closet, hoping she didn't know it was there.

"Darien?" called out Amy. I didn't hear anything else, until the closet door opened and there, standing not three feet in front of me was the very beautiful and very naked Amy.

"Sean!" she yelled, I checked to see and yes, she was happy to see me. Her smile was radiant. She threw her arms around me and gave me a big hug, then a wet kiss on the lips. I could taste the wine on her lips. "When did you get in?" She didn't even mention the fact that I was naked.

"I just got here," I stammered.

"So you saw what just happened?" she asked. "Naked." Her eyes even appreciated my nudity. Her hand reached for my stone hard cock, but I pulled away. She still managed to get a hand around it, and gently stroked it hard and fast. My eyes gave me away; I knew about her lover.

"I was looking for a towel so I can take a shower," I said. I didn't even believe it as I said it, but it was true.

"There's time for that later, come in," she asked.

I knew she knew that I was naked. She couldn't miss my nudity. So instead of questioning it I followed the direction she tugged my cock. And grinned at me as she did so.

"Sean, Dave's a great guy. But he only needs sex once a month, and that can be a hand job. He climbs on, pumps a few times, then rolls over and goes to sleep. I need so much more than that. A lot more than that." She looked like she was about to cry, yet she stood there, both of us naked. The only thing I knew to do was to throw an arm around her. When I did she pulled me in closer, and my rock hard cock pushed into her stomach.

In that instant my mind raced through both of Dave's ex-wives as well as some of the girlfriends. More than once one of them had thrown suggestive comments my way but I always figured Dave was keeping the home fires burning. Evidently he wasn't.

I'd spent years on the road in sales and other capacities and had notched up my fair share of pussy scores. But I also had a pretty strong moral code, so this was putting me in a bind. A bind, because as she was holding my cock she pushed the head into her warm and waiting pussy. Sex with Amy was something I was never even going to hint at resisting. And sex with Amy's ass would be many dreams come true. That shelf, my cock. She pulled on my cock and directed me to the bed. Where else would I go? She once again lay down with her ass two pillows high. I could see the oil still spread there, the bottle laying on the bed.

"Sean, fuck me in the ass," she said with a grin.

Okay, I should have run away, but no, I couldn't. Amy had a shelf, a bona fide shelf. It's the booty you generally don't see on a gentile southern white girl, but she had it. And the way she lay there, pussy and ass alike glistening and open to me, well, screw Dave. If he couldn't keep her happy I could. She sensed I would comply, so picked up the bottle of oil. She pulled me a little closer and I expected her to put my cock onto the outside of her ass. Instead she slid a well oiled finger all the way inside my ass and found my prostrate gland.

"You know how good this feels, right Sean?" she asked?

I think I got something like "arghhhyatisgood," out of my mouth.

Then she swallowed my cock in her mouth, one smooth move, took most of it. I'm not the most endowed guy, but my seven inches have kept women happy for years. And more often than not my cock was long enough to bang up against the back wall of a woman's mouth or pussy, which told me I had all I needed. She pulled her finger off my prostate and sliding her tongue along the bottom of my shaft brought my cock back into the warm Georgia air.

"My ass, now," she cried.

She grabbed more oil and poured it into her hand, did two strokes up and down on my cock, then laid back and held out her arms to me. Her C cup breasts were real. Her left hand took my cock and started to pull me toward her ass. I took my left hand and found her clit. My thumb on the clit, two fingers exploring inside and looking for the g-spot. I felt my cock hit the outside of her ass.

"Push, Sean, make me remember this one."

So I pushed. For a woman that wanted it in the ass so much she was as tight as anything I'd ever to entered before. Wholly God she was tight. I wanted to keep pushing in, but felt resistance so I pulled back a little, then pushed in again. All of the to the accompaniment of Amy's hoarse voice saying "Finally, my ass has been taken by a real man. Fuck my ass, Sean. You're the first, so make it memorable." I didn't care if it was true or not it sounded good. With that my cock seemed to inflate all of its own, growing just a small amount but in that confined space it was noticeable, and being inside her ass we could both feel it.

I left my cock where it was and just did that dick flex thing a guy can do that sends bloods into the cock. Makes it jump and pump, twitch. Goes over well with some women. She moaned ever so loudly each time I did. Then I combined that with some thrusts, and we were off on a rollercoaster.

Suddenly her arm shot behind my head, grabbed me, and pulled me somewhat closer to her and her to me. It didn't feel so good on my cock, and I was about to say something when she let out an ear splitting "OH FUCK YES, BABY!" and the hand I had buried inside her pussy was drenched. My cock was throbbing, she continued to scream, and I sat there with a grin on my face. Then I started to pump again.

"No, Sean, don't, I'm too sensitive," she cried.

Pretending like I would stop I started to slowly pull my cock out of her ass. When only the tip was inside I just sat there and let her breathe for a few seconds. "You like?" I asked.

"You're unbelievable..." I never let her finish as I rammed my cock deep into her ass. "Ahhh," she cried out, but pulled me closer. "Yes, fuck me hard," and I did. She started right into her second orgasm and I was out of breath, and fell over the edge of a shattering orgasm. She took that moment to squeeze my cock with every close by muscle, and my body felt like it would explode with ecstasy. I looked into her face and we both grinned, then laughed hard, then started to kiss like a old lovers. When breathing was back to regular we crumpled into a heap on the bed. I wasn't about to remove my cock, as she was gently flexing her sphincter and other muscles, and my cock was in love.

"So, you wanna kiss the bride?" she asked.

With that we started to make out like high schoolers, and my cock started to inflate. There was a fair amount of sperm to lube the tunnel and I got it going. Okay, so it took five minutes of kissing and her ass muscles flexing, but it felt so wonderful. This time I just rode her to a nice mutual orgasm. As we lay there in each others arms I felt so wonderful, so complete. Then her cell phone rang.

Two days later at the wedding she looked radiant. I couldn't believe the hypocrisy of her marrying him after having an affair with his best friend and now with me, but she did look great. Dave was in his element. A party to honor him and everything he'd accomplished. Atlanta society was beaming at his accomplishment, I was trying to satisfy the twitching in my cock. Dave got hammered at the wedding, I drank champagne all day and longed for Amy's ass one more time.

Later on while grabbing another glass of bubbly I felt a hand grab my ass. I smiled and turned, figuring it for one of my brothers. It was Amy. "I need you in my ass, today, now," she said a little too loud. Though no one close by turned to look, they had to have heard her.

"Ah, wedding humor," I replied.

She handed me a key. "Men's locker room by the tennis courts. At the back of the locker room there's a door, this key opens it. Meet me there in ten minutes." Then she walked off. She'd grown up coming to this club so I wasn't surprised she'd have a key. I was surprised that she wanted to do it on her wedding night. Then I heard a loud belch coming from one of the bars, and saw Dave there drinking shots of Tequila with his boys. That explained it.

"Sean," he shouted out. "Come have a shot to celebrate my wedding," he said. Gladly, as it wasn't the only way I would celebrate his wedding that day.

It took me twenty minutes to drag myself away from Dave and his hard drinking buddies, then I had to get to the tennis courts. But when I turned the key and walked into that room, my cock sprang to full attention. Amy still had the bodice on, her garters and stockings, her beautiful smile and high heels. But her panties were soaked, covering a very horny and waiting female. She laid back over a table and I walked over to her, fumbling with my zipper.

Her lips attached themselves to mine, we pulled in close. "Fuck me in the ass, Sean. Make me remember my wedding night." Her face was resigned, but she was also resigned to making the best of a bad situation.

As I got closer I pulled her panties down and stuffed them into my pocket.

"You can't have those," she said.

"I already do have them," I said as one of her legs went over my shoulder and tried to pull me in closer. My cock slid first into her pussy, another tight and warmly inviting place. She smiled.

"Ass, Sean, in my ass," she said.

I want some lube on it," I said.

With that she pulled me closer, grabbed my cock and placed it at the entrance, then pulled us together so my cock had to go inside her. Then she grabbed a small bottle of oil, sprayed some on to the top of my cock and pulled me closer.

Ah, a wedding night without having to get married. What excellence! She smiled and stared at me the whole time. She moaned a little softer than yesterday and the day before. What? You think I'd leave that ass alone for a day?

As I fucked her, her arms pulled me in closer. She wanted a loving kiss. I gladly provided one. My thumb found her clit, and we were going again. This time both of us came quietly but intensely. This time I wanted to shout out but didn't.

Later when Dave was removing her garter to throw, he was drunk enough that he slid his hand up high, and we could all see the look on his face. Some thought he was smiling because he'd grabbed her crotch. Amy smiled at me, and I knew that he was grimacing because he knew someone had gotten there before him.

My cock started to bounce as I thought of it coming, yet again, in that sweet ass of Amy's. My cousin's newest bride.