I always thought that my cousin's husband was hot. He's good-looking, has a great body, and a wonderful personality to match. Every time I saw him at a family gathering I'd feel flushed inside, and I wondered how my cousin got her hands on such a great guy. Now don't get me wrong. I think my husband is pretty good too, but...

Since I was a kid I suppose that I developed a certain degree of jealousy for my cousin's good fortune. As children she was always the one that had the upper hand on things. She was taller, had better grades in school, nicer clothes, a newer car. You name it, she was the winner, and she wasn't afraid to let you, and others, know about it.

For nine years I watched her flaunt her husband like he was some sort of trophy, and I guess that it got to the point where I couldn't take it any more. I began to wonder what I could do to take a little bit of the shine off of her trophy, and I found out what that was a couple of weeks ago at another one of our cousin's weddings.

A couple of hours into the reception I latched onto my cousin's husband at the bar. We made with the small talk over a few drinks, and my dislike for my cousin increased with every martini I had. On the other hand, my liking for her husband went through the roof. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. I started to rub my clit against the seat of my bar-stool, and the only thing that I could think of was that I wanted to fuck my cousin's husband.

I asked him if he wouldn't mind taking me for a walk so that I could clear my head. I was tipsy, but I wasn't drunk. I knew what I was doing. We strolled through the hotel lobby, (that's where the reception was and where all of the guest were staying), and down the hallway towards the elevators. I said that I needed something from my room, and upstairs we went.

I'm sure that my cousin's husband had figured out by then what my intentions were because his cock was already hard by the time I opened the door. He simply pulled my dress up and pushed my panty out of the way before he slid his throbbing cock inside of me. We fucked standing up with my back to the wall, and he dumped his whole load inside of me. He then told me that I was a hotter lover than my cousin, and that if I ever wanted to hook up with him again, he'd be happy to.

When we returned to the reception no one even noticed that we were gone. I fucked my cousin's husband one more time that weekend, in a more conventional position, and again he complimented me on my talents. I still dislike my cousin, but not as much, now that I know that I'm better than her in at least one thing. I still fantasize about her husband, but I'm not sure if I should fuck him again.