The time I let my husband fuck my 25-year-old cousin

The air was thick with lust, cheap wine, and the musk of sweat-slicked skin when I decided tonight would be the night Lucas finally took my cousin Ella. His birthday party had simmered for hours—glasses clinking, laughter spilling, hands lingering too long—before the real festivities began. By midnight, only the truly depraved remained: me, Lucas, my insatiable sister Kelsey, and his three best mates—James, Ryan, and Brett—all of whom had fucked me in every hole more times than I could count. But Ella? She was fresh meat.

She’d arrived late, all tight jeans and pouty lips, her 25-year-old body a fucking wet dream. I watched Lucas’s eyes darken as she bent to grab a beer, her tits straining against her crop top. Oh, he wanted her. And I? I wanted to watch.

“Ella, darling,” I purred, handing her a shot of tequila, “you’re far too sober for this crowd.” She giggled, tossing it back, her throat working as she swallowed. Kelsey, already half-naked and grinding on Ryan’s lap, winked at me. We’d planned this.

The game started innocently enough—strip poker. But when Ella lost her third hand and peeled off her lace bra, exposing pert tits with nipples like pink gumdrops, the room shifted. Brett’s cock twitched in his jeans. James licked his lips. And Lucas? He palmed himself through his trousers, eyes locked on Ella’s trembling thighs.

“Fuck the cards,” Ryan growled, shoving the table aside. He grabbed Ella’s wrist and dragged her onto the couch, his mouth crashing onto hers. She gasped, but didn’t resist—just arched into him, her fingers tangling in his hair. Good girl.

I slid into Lucas’s lap, grinding against his hard cock as I whispered, “Take her. I want to see you ruin that tight little cunt.” His breath hitched, hands digging into my hips. “You’re sure?” he rasped. I bit his earlobe. “I’ll hold her down.”

Chaos erupted. Kelsey was on all fours, Brett pounding her from behind while James fed her his cock. Ryan had Ella’s legs spread, two fingers plunging into her dripping pussy as she writhed. “Fuck, she’s soaked,” he groaned.

Then Lucas moved. He yanked Ella up by the hair, spinning her to face me. “Tell her,” he demanded, his voice rough. “Tell your cousin you want it.” Ella’s eyes were glazed, her lips swollen. “Please,” she whimpered. “I want your husband to fuck me.”

Christ. I came just hearing her say it.

Lucas didn’t wait. He bent Ella over the armrest, her ass in the air, and split her open with one brutal thrust. She screamed, her nails clawing at the cushions, but he didn’t slow—just pistoned into her, his balls slapping her clit. “Look at her,” I moaned, spreading my own legs for James. “Look how small she is around you.”

Ella sobbed as Lucas fucked her raw, her body jolting with every snap of his hips. Ryan knelt in front of her, shoving his cock down her throat until she gagged. Brett came on her tits, thick stripes of cum painting her skin. And me? I came again watching Lucas lose control, his rhythm faltering as he growled, “Gonna fill this slut up.”

When he finally came, it was with a roar, his cock pulsing inside her. Ella collapsed, her cunt leaking his cum onto the floor. I crawled over, licking it from her thighs, before kissing Lucas deeply. “Happy birthday, love,” I murmured.

Ella’s voice was hoarse. “When’s the next party?”