It was Supposed to Be a Threesome

One the moments from my life I always wrestle with, is when I invited my cousin over to fuck my wife.

It's been almost 2 years since it happened.

There are times when I try to purge the memory from mind, hating myself for not only letting it happen, but orchestrating it.

And then there are other times, where I can't stop thinking about. Remembering every little thing that happened on that night.

You're probably wondering why, of all people, did I pick my cousin to fuck my wife.

Let me explain.

My cousin and I were nearly the same age. I had a couple months on him.

We were always really close growing up, despite being different. He was more adventurous, landing where the wind took him. I was more logical, and practical.

We had our moments growing up, where we clashed, but we'd always make up and pick up where we left off.

We went to the same grade school together. The same high school together. We were Boy Scouts together.

One of the things that would always keep us bonded, was that we had been sexual with each other.

This is in itself, is an entire different story.

But basically on a camping trip we were both horny, and decided to experiment with each other.

We continued to experiment for the next 3 years whenever we had the opportunity, or when we'd make one.

When we got to an age where we both were in our first real relationship, we decided to stop what we were doing. We talked about it. There was no shame or embarrassment. Just recognizing that we were curious men, exploring our sexuality.

As we grew up, I was always a little jealous of my cousin Jake. He was a tall 6'3" thin and athletic, blonde hair and blue eyes. A magnetic personality that always worked on the women.

I was 5'10". I was strong and built, but always a little stocky. I had brown hair and green eyes. I was easy to get along with, and very chill, but lacked the spark that Jake seemed to have.

The other difference we shared, was our cock size. Jake was hung. He was nearly 9" and thick. I was very familiar with it and when we would play around, I always felt insecure. I was around 5" rock hard.

Whenever we would be around our friends, and cock size would come up. Jake would confidently brag about his big cock. While everyone laughed, and thought he was full of shit. I knew he was and kept quiet.

As we got older we drifted apart and had our own lives, and set of friends. We'd see each other at family parties, and get to talking about our sexual conquests. Jake would love telling me how his latest girl couldn't get enough of his big cock. I awkwardly laughed, and would find myself jerking off thinking about him fucking them.

Eventually I met the woman who would become my wife. I couldn't wait to show her off to my family.

She wasn't hot, like all of Jakes flavors of the month he'd bring around. But she was cute.

She was 5'2" brown hair with subtle highlights. Brown eyes. She was chubby, but in the right places, with a full set of tits, and a nice fat ass.

She was adored by my family. She got along with everyone, and was accepted like one of their own. I couldn't be happier.

When I first introduced her to my cousin, I felt weirdly nervous. I felt like she would fawn over him like a lot of other girls I'd seen before. He was tall, confident, and attractive, and I always would feel insecure around him.

She didn't seem too drawn to him, and he always acted appropriate around her, and I figured I was just being silly. Whenever my cousin and I would find time to talk privately, he continued to share his sexual stories, while never prodding for details of mine.

My wife and I incredible sexual chemistry. We would have sex 5 times a week on average, sometimes more. The sex we had was great, but sometimes routine.

We played around in public a time or two. Had sex in every room in the house. When she was a little tipsy, or really naughty, she would ask me to spank her, and refer to herself as a naughty girl.

I was a very lucky guy.

I'll never forget the conversation that caused the spark that ignited this whole situation.

My wife and I have been having sex regularly as we normally do. But when I'd be on top of her, thrusting hard, she started to ask me to go deeper. The first time she said that, I didn't think much of it, and pushed myself into her as much I could. Thinking that I had completed her request.

When she said it again the next time, after I had already drove my cock in as much as I could, it bothered me. For the first time in our relationship, I felt like I might be inadequate.

I couldn't stop thinking about it, even when we weren't having sex.

When we had sex a few days later, I decided I was going to bring it up.

We had just had sex and were laying in bed, talking about whatever.

I subtly brought up times before we had met, and we shared stories from our younger days.

I then asked her how many boyfriends she had before me. She laughed and thought about it.

"I've had 4 other boyfriends before you. What about you?"

"I had 6, but they weren't really that serious."

She laughed. "Oh so you were a wham, bam, thank you mam kinda guy?"

I laughed back. "No it wasn't quite like that. But I mean, I had my fun. What about you? Did you have your fun?"

"What do you mean by fun?"

"You know, fun. Did you sleep around?"

She gasped. "No I didn't sleep around! I spent nearly all my high school and college years in a relationship. You should know that I'm not like that." she playfully slapped my arm.

"No I know I know.." I laughed.

"But I mean, I am curious what your number is."

"My number?! What number? How many people I've slept it?"

"Yeah." I laughed, trying to keep it light.

"But why would you want to know that?" she asked.

"I don't know. We know everything about each other. Aren't you curious about mine?"

"No! I don't want to think about that."

"Well?"

"Ugh. 5 people."

I was a little surprised it wasn't more. I had only been with 7 women, and thought hers would be higher.

"Only 5?"

She gasped again. "Nick! Why do you think it would be more?!"

"I don't know I don't know! Usually women have a higher number I thought."

"Well not me! All but one of my sexual partners I was in a relationship with. The other time was hardly sex. I was only 18 and it lasted all of 2 minutes."

"Ohh. I see. Can I ask 1 more question?"

She sighed. "What?"

"Who did you have the best sex with?"

I knew asking this was provoke a reaction, which is what I wanted. My wife was a terrible liar, but I knew she wouldn't admit if someone else was better. I watched her closely.

"I can't believe you just asked me that. You are! You make cum. I never came with anyone else."

I could tell my wife was being honest, and felt bad about bringing this all up.

I tried to forget about it all over the next couple of weeks, but then Christmas happened.

Our family always had a big Christmas party. We'd have it at my uncles house every year, as he had the largest house.

The party was already in full swing when my cousin Jake had arrived. I tried to avoid him as I mingled with other family.

When he made his way over to me, I couldn't help but notice what he was wearing. A black dress shirt, with a holiday sport coat that matched with his tie. His gray dress pants were slim fitting. And if you looked, you could see the undeniable package that was in his pants.

Jealousy and insecurity consumed me. He had a big cock and was showing it off for everyone to see at our family Christmas party. As I watched him throughout the night, he seemed carefree, and not acting like this was intentional. I decided that this was just me being insecure and nobody else probably noticed.

When it came time to eat, all the cousins would sit at one end of one of the multiple tables set up in a row. I sat across from my wife, and my cousin Jake sat next to her. We had enjoyable conversation and were having a great time.

My wife had been wearing a red blouse, and when she'd lean forward, there was a generous amount of cleavage on display. My wife had big tits, and would dress modestly, but sometimes these things happened, and usually she was aware and when it would and take steps to prevent it.

But she had a few drinks in her, and being around family allowed her to let her guard down.

My cousin seemed to notice this. A few times throughout our meal, I'd catch him sneaking glances down her shirt. I couldn't blame him. My wife did have great tits, and there were many times I had checked out one of the girls he had brought.

At one point, another cousin who was sitting on the other side of my wife was standing up to leave. I didn't notice it at the time, but Jake had stood up as well, leaning over, across my wife to hug them goodbye. I remembered him

standing there for a few minutes before sitting down.

It wasn't until my wife and I were driving home when that little exchange came up again.

My wife was a lightweight when it came to drinking, and would let her filter down.

We briefly talked about the party, and how we didn't feel like unloading the car tonight when she said something that caused that added fuel to the previous spark.

"Did you see what Jake was wearing? He looked so goofy."

I laughed. "Yeah, that's Jake for you."

"And what was with those pants?! They were so tight! It looked like he stuffed a sock down there!"

I paused at what she said.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I mean!? You didn't see then prominent bulge he had all night? My god! And then when he hugged Tricia goodbye? It was right in my face. Maybe next year we can buy him some better fitting pants for Christmas." she laughed.

I laughed too, but couldn't believe what she just said.

She had noticed the bugle of Jakes cock too? The way she had been speaking, it sounded like she couldn't look away. All of these different thoughts had flooded my brain. I remembered him, checking out my wife's tits, and now I learn that she had been checking out his cock.

The rest of the drive home was mostly quiet, as we listened to Christmas music for the last time.

When we got home, my wife undressed and hopped in bed, with me joining soon after.

When I went to kiss her goodnight, she kept kissing me. My wife's tell that she was horny.

We started to make out, and she was rubbing my cock, which was hard as a rock. I reached between her legs, and could feel her pussy dripping. She reacted to me by moaning loudly,

As I felt her wet pussy, I couldn't help but think about why she was so turned on. Normally, I would have chalked it up to the wine she had drank, but I thought about what she said about Jake. Was she thinking about his cock?

She got on top of me, and started to ride my cock. I couldn't help but notice just how into she was. Leaning her head back, hands in her hair and she bounced up and down on my cock. I hated myself as I thought about her, imagining Jakes big cock. She round me harder and was moaning loudly than usual. I could tell she was going to cum soon.

As I thought about my own filthy thoughts, feeling myself getting ready to cum, she leaned forward, her heavy tits brushing against my face and she came, screaming out loudly.

This proved to be too much for me as I came with her, filling her with cum.

She rolled off of me, breathing heavily.

"Merry Christmas to us!" she exclaimed.

"That was incredible. What got into you tonight?"

She looked down at the cum leaking out of her.

"Looks like you did! I'm going to wash up and get to sleep. That took it out of me."

My wife was on the pill, but it wasn't often she'd let me cum inside her like that.

I started to feel ashamed and disgusted with myself having the thoughts I had while my wife and I had sex.

I finally brushed them off and fell asleep.

Over the next several weeks, I couldn't stop thinking about Christmas night. How my wife had took notice of my cousins bulge.

Initially, my thoughts would stop there, but eventually they had progressed.

I had been getting myself off for weeks, imagining my cousin fucking my wife.

I thought of the times she'd say "go deeper" and imagine my cousins huge cock fucking her hard, going deeper than I ever could.

I felt infected with it. It was all I could think about.

I started to think about how much my wife would enjoy it too. Yeah, watching it was a huge part of it for me, but knowing she would feel such a big cock was another part. Imagining her face as she took his size. The sounds she'd make.

I knew I needed to shake this whole thing, because I was becoming obsessed.

As the months by, I started to think about it less and less, but when I did think about it, it drove me wild and I'd think about how I'd love to see it actually happen.

We didn't see my family, or my cousin again until Easter.

As my wife was getting dressed, wearing a pink and black floral colored dress, that she looked great in, but wasn't revealing. I found myself getting anxious. I knew I didn't have any reason too. The only reason I was anxious, was because I allowed myself these sick, twisted fantasies.

I thought back to Christmas, and her looking at his bulge, and how fast and hard she came when we had sex that night.

But she was also inebriated. That was normal behavior for her. All my negative feelings about this, were my own doing.

I felt better about everything. The whole appeal of it all had been wearing off gradually, and maybe seeing Jake today would finally snuff it out.

Our Easter party was celebrated in the early afternoon, and didn't last long. There was no opportunity for drinking and wandering eyes.

When we arrived there, although I felt better about everything, I still scanned the room looking for Jake. I didn't see him, but suddenly I heard behind me.

"Hey guys! Happy Easter!"

Jake was there, leaning in to hug my wife. He then slapped me up, and gave me a shirt hug.

"We need to do a better job of seeing each other between holidays. I miss you guys." He said to us sincerely.

My wife chimed in. "We do. Maybe sometime this summer we can have you over for dinner or something. You still haven't been to our house yet, have you?"

"No I haven't. That sounds great."

I knew my wife saying that was an empty invitation, but it still made me anxious.

I spoke up. "A lot of the cousins haven't been over to the house yet, maybe we can host a cousins party or something."

Jake smiled. "That would be awesome."

I felt the need to make a comment about his lack of a girlfriend.

"Maybe by then you'll have found someone who sticks around?" I laughed.

I knew the reason he was single wasn't because he couldn't keep a girlfriend. I knew it was because he didn't want a serious relationship. But I wanted to somehow put him down a little for some reason.

"#Singelife" he played along and laughed

With that we separated and caught up with some other family.

I found myself feeling comfortable again, not even thinking about what had happened at Christmas, and the thoughts I had after.

The next couple of hours went by pretty quickly talking, laughing and eating plenty of food. It was truly a great day, and I was happy that Jake was there.

As much as I felt weirdly jealous of him, and looked for reasons to dislike him, we had shared a lot together (obviously) and he really did have a way of drawing you in. I was glad he was there.

The get together was starting to wind down. I had been in the basement with my uncle and a couple cousins talking when I came upstairs.

I was in the hallway making my way into the living room. I saw Jake sitting on a couch facing in my direction. He seemed to be staring at whoever he was engaged with.

As I entered the living room, I saw that he seemed to be talking to my wife, and mom, we were seated on the couch directly across from him.

I didn't really take notice until I poured myself some iced tea at their kitchen. I took the open spot next to Jake on the couch and that's when I noticed it.

The way my wife was sitting on the couch. If I looked closely, I could see up her dress, and make out the pink panties she was wearing,

It wasn't a full on view, and she often had her arms across her legs, obstructing the view. But when she'd move them, you had a clear shot of her inner thighs.

It occurred to me that when I saw my cousin, he was more than likely enjoying the view.

I tried to quickly brush it off. He wasn't doing anything I wouldn't have done. And Jake had always been respectful around my wife, always treating her like a member of the family. But it was the second time now that I've seen her checking her out.

My attempt to fight it off soon dissipated.

Just like that, all the forbidden naughty thoughts I had about them flooded back in, while we were all sitting and having casual conversation. I was completely consumed with these thoughts and knew I needed to step away.

I excused myself, saying I was going to go outside and get some air.

"I think I'll join you." Jake had said.

We made our way onto the back patio.

"The weather is finally warming up. Do you still golf a lot?" he asked.

"Yeah I try to get out a couple of times a week still when I can. I think some of the courses have finally opened up. How about you?"

"It's been awhile. I think the last time might have been with you. What was that? Two years ago?"

My cousin and I spent a couple of summers golfing together a couple times a month, but it just kinda stopped a while back.

"Well let's make it a point to get out there this year."

"I'd really like that." he said sincerely.

He continued "What about next weekend? The weather is supposed to be nice, and if we don't plan something now, it won't ever happen." he laughed.

I was still struggling to shake the thoughts I was having, but I felt myself letting my guard down around him. He had that way about him.

"Yeah I think I'd be good for that. I can call for tee times tomorrow and let you know. Saturday at like 9 work?"

"That's perfect! I'm looking forward to it."

I mentally kicked myself for suggesting to set it up. If I had left it up to Jake, he would have let it slip his mind, and I could have gotten off it. I was always the one who was making the arrangements when we had done stuff together.

The party had ended and we were on our way home.

My wife asked. "So how's Jake doing? I saw you guys talking in the backyard."

Hearing her ask him about, made me think about him looking up her dress.

"He's good. He wants to go golfing Saturday."

"Oh that sounds nice. Are you guys going to go?"

"I'm not sure yet. Probably. But we'll see."

"Well that's good. You guys should hang out more."

That night, we were both too full to have sex, but when she fell asleep I was in the other room, stroking my cock thinking about Jake looking up between my wife's legs. Thinking about how she had noticed his large cock. Imagining they both had some unspoken attraction to one another.

As usual, as soon as I'd cum, those thoughts would melt away. But it wouldn't be long before my mind would go back there.

I had thought that I was getting over this, and now I was thinking about it more than ever.

The next day, I was disappointed with myself for thinking about all of this, and wanted to move on from it.

I had planned to "forget" about making plans for Saturday, and wiggle my way out of it. I had thought that if I didn't say anything, Jake would likely forget and seeing him again would be avoided.

On Tuesday afternoon, that was shot down as he texted me asking if I made the tee time. I reasoned that, I was being ridiculous. I shouldn't hold my fucked up thoughts, and insecurities against him. I quickly made a tee time, and let him know I'd see him at the course.