Sister’s husband

I was in the second last year of school when my cousin sister got married. She treated me more like a friend than a sister. We were very close and used to share all sorts of girlie secrets. After marriage she went away to Chandigarh where her husband was working in a large bank. A few weeks later she offered to have me over as a house guest and finish my schooling in Chandigarh since the schools there were far better than those in our small home town. So one day my parents deposited me in their large house in one of the northern sectors. I was given a room of my own, complete privacy and asked to study hard. On weekends we used to go up into the hills, stop at some private spot on the road and have a picnic lunch on the hillside while watching the distant Chandigarh in the plains..One day I offered to drive. My cousin’s husband sat at the back and she with me while we drove. On our way back we stopped at a lonely bend on the road. The lights of Chandigarh were shimmering down below and looked very pretty. She suggested that we have a picnic dinner right there in the car. She went to the back seat with her husband while I sat in the front. As we began to eat I noticed in the rear view mirror that my cousin was fondling her husband’s crotch. Then she opened his zip and took out his tool. I had never seen a cock before. It looked very big and had a shiny red head. She then began to rub it as if trying to give it a shine. My legs began to go all weak. By now both of them had thrown away their paper plates. In a very weird voice she said: Asha, let us sit here quietly for a while, the scene looks so pretty. I was quite ready to sit for as long as the scene in the mirror looked exciting. By now he had put his hand inside her shalwar. I could only see his hand shaking. His cock was still getting a rub from her. She now bent and took it in her mouth. He was fondling her hair. Then he looked up and saw me in the rear view mirror. A knowing smile came on his face but he did not say anything. I was completely wet by now and actively rubbing my cunt. But before I could orgasm my cousin suddenly said, chalo, let us go it is getting late. It was clear that while I was busy fingering myself these people had finished.

My cousin’s husband said that now for the way back she should drive while I sit on the passenger seat. He remained seated at the back. Having watched such a hot scene and with an unfinished orgasm I was in no position to focus on driving. As we drove back I felt a poke from the back. My cousin’s husband was pushing his hand from the side and rubbing my thighs. My juices began to flow again. I covered my lap with a shawl so that my cousin who was driving could not see what her husband was doing. His hand crawled further and insisted on getting inside my shalwar. I loosened the sting and his hand immediately moved in. His fingers were now moving down my pube and rubbing my already wet crack. I relaxed my muscles and widened my thighs. His middle finger had found entry between the lips. Now he began to rub the inside wall of my cunt. I was shivering with excitemet. My sister was focussed entirely on driving. She did not know that two feet away her husband was busy knocking me off. Suddenly I could not hold back any longer and a moan escaped my lips. He immediately withdrew his hand back and asked as if he did not know: kya hua? My cousin sister too asked me whether I had hurt myself somehow. I merely said nahin nahin and covered my shoulders with the shawl that had been on the lap.Later, back in Chandigarh I could not stop myself from fucking my cousin’s husband whenever she was away and we were alone. He was quite a horny bastard. Sometimes I could hear them making love soon after dinner and then, on some pretext or the other he would come out of their bedroom and into mine while she lay in bed in a post-orgasmic daze. Without much ado he would grab me, and fuck me very roughly.