The Cousin
My partner's cousin lives at the summer house of my partner. I have visited the place three times over the past three years for vacation.
She is 49, petite, with a pretty face, beautiful feet, and delicate hands. Until this year, she was always nice and friendly, though I would say somewhat shy. I found her very attractive and hoped that I was not staring too much at her or at her body.
As my partner and I are quite kinky and sex-positive, I asked her last year if she and her cousin would like to have a threesome. Unfortunately, she rejected the idea immediately. When I asked why, she said it was because she is her cousin. I reminded her, “But you had sex with one of your cousins at a wedding.” She explained that it's different because she is much closer to this cousin. I acknowledged that this was a fair reason, so I dropped the subject.
However, this year, something felt different with the cousin:
She was more social with me and spent more time with us. (My mind wants to interpret this as meaning she might be attracted to both me and my partner, but another part of me knows that I tend to over-interpret such things. The reality could simply be that she is unemployed and has more free time, or that over the years she has built trust with us—a strong pattern from my teenage years. I have mostly overcome this tendency by asking direct questions instead of interpreting, and I am curious whether other heterosexual men experience similar doubts.)
She began accepting my offers of help. Until this year, she would decline when I offered to help, but now she asks me to pour wine or water for her.
Yesterday, I was at the window nearly naked (wearing only a G-string, though they couldn't see it from where they were—they could only see my naked torso) looking into the garden to ask my partner something. The cousin glanced at me and said, “Oh, a naked man. I'm coming upstairs.” My partner replied, “Go ahead, he's waiting for you.” They laughed, but no one actually came upstairs.
Yesterday was also her birthday. While we were eating cake, they were discussing how you say “blowing” the candles in English. My partner translated it as “blowing,” and then the cousin said, “Oh, blowing—I would like that, but not the candles.” They laughed, and she checked my reaction.
Normally, I wouldn't take this kind of thing seriously. I know that many women know how to flirt and attract men's attention without necessarily meaning anything by it (which I don't judge, especially in our still-patriarchal world). I also recognize that many heterosexual men invent these signs because of entitlement or unhealthy narcissism. But this felt different because I don't think she is naturally a flirty woman. I found myself interpreting it as: she is attracted to both of us, finds us very attractive, and may have already fantasized about us. Since she knows we are quite kinky, she has become more open about it—still implicit, expressed through jokes, but more open nonetheless.
Later That Day
Later, I was lying in the garden while the cousin and my partner sat on lounge chairs. I asked if it was okay to take off my t-shirt because of the strong sun. They said of course. I then asked if the neighbors would mind. The cousin replied that it doesn't matter because what she wanted to see was more important than what the neighbors might think.
The Evening
We were having drinks in the garden in the evening. The cousin and my partner were talking about menopause and perimenopause when the conversation suddenly shifted to sexuality. The cousin said that despite her shyness, she really appreciated our kinky lifestyle and was finally ready to explore that side of herself. My partner said that we could help with that. She offered that if she wanted, we would be honored to be her first threesome experience, and we could bring some toys with us (a Womanizer and Doxy).
The cousin didn't look surprised, but rather aroused and pleased by the offer. She said, “Mmm, that's definitely something I would really like to do.” We looked at each other and smiled. At that moment, we all took a drink from our glasses simultaneously—we were all excited.
First, I moved to hold and massage her feet while my partner took the other. (We had done this before during one of our foursomes.) We continued talking while she moaned in pleasure and complimented our massage skills.
I then began to kiss and lick her feet while maintaining eye contact with her. At the same time, my partner slowly began to caress and touch her legs. I was becoming increasingly aroused. I started to touch myself through my shorts while licking her toes and maintaining eye contact with her. We exchanged naughty smiles and bit our lips to signal our mutual appreciation for what we were doing and seeing.
My partner wanted to remove the cousin's shorts and underwear to go down on her. I knelt down to help my partner, so we had two heads between her legs, two different hands holding her legs open, and two tongues teasing her pussy.