Seducing and impregnating my married cousin
Hello, I work as an engineer for a large private corporation, and I am thirty-two years old. I am fair, have an athletic frame, and stand about 177 cm tall. My cousin, who works in the medical field, is only three months my junior. She is an extremely attractive girl with a light brown complexion, a nice amount of assets, and an hourglass figure. She is about 164 cm tall, with measurements of approximately 36-25-36. Let me give you some backstory. We were incredibly close growing up, having been best friends from childhood. We discussed everything and maintained a platonic friendship until we turned 19. During my adolescence and early twenties, I was a womanizer, having relationships with a variety of women, including my neighbors’ daughters and classmates. However, until the age of 19, I never considered my cousin in a romantic or sexual context. She was always my confidante, and I told her everything, including details about my hidden sexual escapades. This habit of opening up to her about my experiences gradually began to change the dynamic between us. I had always found her attractive, but I had never thought of her sexually. Then things began to shift. I started having sexual fantasies about her. Despite her good looks, she felt anxious about her light brown skin and other aspects. I always offered her emotional support, and as a result, she liked me very much. So, when I made a move on her, she was initially hesitant but soon succumbed to both pleasure and temptation. I took her virginity at the age of 19. We continued our sexual relationship until her marriage and even after she got engaged at the age of 22. Her marriage was arranged with a wealthy businessman. The man was approximately her height, thin, and had a dark complexion. She was originally hesitant to marry him but later accepted the proposal under pressure from her parents, particularly her mother. After our last sexual encounter before her marriage, she admitted to her partner that she had been sexually acquainted with an ex-boyfriend, but she never mentioned who that lover was. She explained to me that she wanted to be a good wife and begged me to end our sexual interaction. I agreed with her request. Around the time of her wedding in March 2014, I was chosen by a corporate company and relocated to one of the major cities in a neighboring state. Between 2014 and 2017, we rarely met at family parties and spoke on rare occasions. She and her partner lived in our district’s downtown region, which was around 25 kilometers from our village. In January 2017, my employer established a branch in my hometown, and I was sent there. I rented a two-bedroom flat approximately one kilometer from her home. About three days following the transfer, I paid the couple a visit one evening after work. We talked a lot and spent the evening together. I realized I was still sexually attracted to her and felt tempted. So, I didn’t contact her for around ten days. Then, one evening, she came to my flat. We started sharing many of our unshared stories from the previous three years. After that evening, she began paying me visits at least three to four times every week. I discovered that, although having a professional medical degree, she did not work, and her husband traveled extensively for business. That was why she came to see me so frequently. I also discovered that she was unhappy with her partner’s sexual relationship and had been trying to conceive for the past 2.5 years without success. Her husband had a low sperm count, sperm mobility issues, and was undergoing treatment. I began fantasizing about her, and the temptation within me grew stronger, but I was discouraged by the promise I had made to her. However, just two months later, in March 2017, I broke that promise. I knew her spouse was on a business trip and would not be home for 10 days. So, I went to her flat at 7:00 p.m. that evening. I had planned to make a move on her that day. So, despite being a teetotaler, I packed some beer because she used to enjoy drinking it. I gave her some beer, and she eventually became slightly inebriated. We talked casually for hours. Around 10 p.m., she hinted that she wanted to sleep, and I pretended to leave for my flat. I had already prepared for the eventuality by flattening the tires on my car. Citing that reason, I begged for her permission to stay at her home for the night. When she tried to send me to another room in her house, I reminded her of how enjoyable our midnight conversations and get-togethers had been prior to our previous sexual connection. She was initially reluctant, but eventually consented to stay in the same room. We went to her room and shared the same bed. She was wearing a lengthy gown. We lay down in the same bed. After some time, I took off my t-shirt and pants, leaving only my boxers on. I pushed my hip into her back and started to embrace her from behind. She remained silent. I took off her long gown after slowly unbuttoning it. She was wearing a little red sleeveless satin nightgown underneath the long gown. It had a deep neck that showed off her large round breasts and reached just below her pussy. My desires were further increased by the way the garment revealed her beautiful physique. She woke up, but she remained silent as I moved my hands to her breast and began to squeeze it and stimulate her nipples through the dress. Her large round breasts were fully exposed when I carefully removed the strap of her crimson gown and slipped it beneath her chest. I began to firmly squeeze it once again, stimulating her nipples. She moaned. I encouraged her to lie on her back after turning her. She had her eyes closed and was panting fiercely. I began sucking and licking her nipples. She let out a deep moan. I stripped her gown down to her lower inner garments. I began massaging her pussy over the undergarments. She was already drenched.