I’m here and horny as hell, trying to chat about my wife’s cousin and play with potential future scenarios.

So, she stayed over with us the other night, and I personally loved the timing because I hadn't had a good nut in five days.

Four days is usually my max in any given week (that's about when my balls start to ache since I still tease myself a lot), and so needless to say I was ready to go.

I still haven't resigned myself to fucking her, because I care about my wife deeply, and I know how much it would hurt her if she ever found out.

I know I would only have to say the word...invite her cousin out into the side yard, or into the back bathroom when my wife goes to bed, and that would be that. And maybe that's another reason I'm so intimidated by her.

Every time she looks at me, it's like her eyes are asking me for wiener.

I'm really surprised she hasn't actually asked for it yet.

She's come close...I'll never forget the time at the lake when I was trying to get a cork back in a bottle of wine, and I asked her (teasingly, to be fair) what to do if it wouldn't fit. She said, "Make it fit," with that evil grin on her face.

Here's the thing: She isn't really pretty. She has a nice body and a nice pair of tits (don't get me started on that ass), but there's something about her normalness, along with her bitchy personality that makes me want to fuck her brains out.

If you've read my other posts, you'll know that the other night she stuck her toe in my crack when I was bending over to pick up toys, and that was a crazy direct message. I couldn't ignore that message. If no one's ever poked you in the butthole when you weren't expecting it, I can tell you...that's about as direct as it gets.

Later on in the night, after we had drank a little bit, I stuck my fingers up her ass when she bent over to plug in her phone in the floor outlet. At the time, it felt like appropriate (and fun) retaliation, but now looking back on it, I see how blatant that was...way more than flirting...a thing most guys probably go through their whole lives having never done to their crush of all people.

The funny thing is, she didn't react at all. I wonder, looking back, what that meant. I would have thought she'd at least flinch or at least take it as an opportunity to flirt back or tell me to fuck off.

She didn't do anything.

Later though, I was playing with her cat, and her cat was rubbing its nose against my fingers, and she asked her cat (with a grin) if my fingers smelled like butthole.

She's always playing with (or referring to) ass, which makes me think that's where she wants it. I've heard her say "butthole" so many times.

I searched for her panties the morning of the previous trip when I had the opportunity to sneak into the room she was staying in. I found her sweats and yesterday's shirt on the floor, but no panties, which made me realize she had to be wearing the same ones...

I had to go back home before I got the opportunity to find the good ones.

Last night when she stayed over, there was more flirting, but this time I did something that, a week ago, I never imagined I could bring myself to do.

I had just taken a shower in the bathroom that ajoined to the room she would be staying in (I timed it, because I knew she was on her way over), and made sure I was drying off when she came into the room.

I dried my hair as I listened to her talking to my wife, who was obviously still outside in the garage. I was shaking with excitement (I've never been an exhibitionist, but this had me excited like I've never known before). My cock was semi hard (as big as it was going to get), and hanging reasonably down the inside of my thigh.

When she opened the door, my face was hidden behind the towel since I was drying my hair (which I hoped made me seem even more innocent), and she yelled, "Oh my god!" and slammed the door behind her.

I didn't know if she was mad or not, and I got dressed fast to make sure she wasn't out telling my wife.

When I found them outside, they were both just talking about her work, and my wife seemed normal.

Her cousin had a beer and she said when she saw me, "I'm drinking one of your beers."

She couldn't make eye contact.

We talked throughout the night, and everything seemed perfectly back to normal, but I'm surprised she didn't overtly flirt this time or grin knowingly like I would have thought.

Part of my hopes I didn't just burn a bridge, but the other part of me wonders what the hell I'm trying to do since I've already decided that I shouldn't fuck her.

The next morning (this morning), I found her used panties rolled up in her shorts in the bedroom when she went down the street with my wife for lunch.

It's funny how my heart jumps up in my chest and I start to shake every time I find a girl's discarded dirty panties. It's literally the most exciting thing in the world to me.

I pinched the band between two fingers (they were full backs with a floral print), and by the looks of them, she'd probably worn them for a couple days. That must be normal for her.

I didn't expect much from the full backs (I would have LOVED to have found a little thong, but wouldn't we all)...Last night, however, I'd noticed her picking them out of her ass a couple of times, so I had hope.

I locked myself in the bathroom with them, and as is custom, I dropped my pants and knelt down over the toilet bowl, ready to explode from the pent up nut and excitement. This is the first time I'd ever found her panties before, and I had to literally remind myself to breathe.

I found the spot where her butthole had been, and took the plunge.

I could smell her ass musk before I even had my nose fully in there.

Those panties...let me tell you...I will never forget them. They smelled like she'd been flossing that thing with them for a few days, and that ripe smell of butthole was so thick that I only had to pump it a few times before I ejaculated a week's worth into the water.

I think I got those panties back (approximately) where I had found them, but part of me wants her to suspect something.

And who knows, maybe she left them for me?

I love these overtly sexual games we've been playing. I'd love ideas for more! The key is, they have to be crazy sexual and still give me a way to deny anything happened on purpose. She has to wonder if it was on purpose or not...

Thanks in advance :)

I think she’s coming over Christmas Eve to stay the night!