Getting Wild with My Married Cousin Riya – Part 1

Hello, friends. This is Sam from Goa with a story about my cousin Riya

This story begins after I moved to my new apartment in March 2023.

The heroine of this story is my hot distant cousin Riya, who got married in December 2021. She is perfect, like a hot porn star, with a flawless shape, round boobs, a sexy round ass, and a big butterfly tattoo on her back. No man can resist having her. Her husband is a project manager in a big MNC in Goa. His work requires him to travel often to other company sites. This is where my luck kicked in.

A school teacher by profession Riya is perfect in whatever she does. After securing her master’s degree and clearing the eligibility exam, she finally had her dream job as a high school teacher. All was good in her life before marriage, but things changed after.

Previously, her house was close to her school. But after marriage, she had to shift to South Goa, close to the Karnataka border. The daily commute was a nightmare for her with 150km of traveling; she was managing it somehow.

We met at my housewarming party in March 2023. It was on the weekend, and she came over after school. She was dressed in a yellow kurti and leggings. Her kurti was a little tight, perfectly exposing her curves and round boobs. I was dazed looking at her and said in a flirty tone, “You never miss the opportunity to look stunning, do you? She gave a weird look, blushed a little, and got busy with other relatives.

I was satisfied to see that look; she didn’t oppose. I never had any dirty intentions towards her, just normal attraction. But I was still flirting on odd occasions. When she was feeding my nephew, I was jealous, and stared at her, mumbling, “I am also hungry.” She didn’t resist, just nodding her head a little. The function was over by 8 pm, and all the guests had left already; it was Riya and me alone. It was too late for her to drive back, so I insisted Riya to spend the night and drive back the next day.

She was reluctant at first, but after confirming with her husband, she obliged. She changed into my t-shirts and shirts, looking stunning as always, thighs exposed, waxed, and perfectly toned like an athlete. She was beside me on the couch, my eyes on her, staring at her shape. Her eyes glowing, her liner still on, her lips perfect and juicy with a slight trace of lipstick, and her hair a little messy and loose still complementing her looks.

We had casual chats, me still flirting a bit, complimenting her eyes: “Your eyes are a perfect mix of beauty and danger.” She blushed a little, tugging her hair back slightly. Still normal, not resisting. I was happy about it, but it was casual between us.

We were then talking about everyday life and then some serious stuff. Her husband had a nuclear family with parents, an elder brother, his wife, and one 5-year-old kid.

There were occasional disagreements in the house on daily chores, with MIL against hiring any maids. There was hardly any privacy in the house. She was looking for a place near her school, but there were financial constraints. I thought she and her husband could move into my apartment and use one of the spare bedrooms, so I asked her directly.

But she was reluctant, thought for a while, and nodded, “Let me ask my husband about it,” and we continued our chit-chat. We had our dinner and slept by 11 pm. The next day I woke up late, around 11 am, but Riya was already gone and had reached her home by then.

The day passed with me managing the household stuff and cleaning up after yesterday’s party. In the evening I was chilling on my couch with beer; it was mostly around 8 pm. Suddenly I received a call from Riya; her husband was also in the conference.

They were ready to move in, but not for free; they wanted to pay at least some amount of rent. I was not okay with it, but I thought, Not a bad deal; at least I would have some company, and let them move in. But he was out on his business trip and was not supposed to be back for 2-3 weeks. So Riya was supposed to move in on Monday, and he was to follow later.

I had many meetings on Monday and told Riya to collect the keys from the neighbor. I reached home around 7 pm. As soon as I entered, I saw Riya on the couch watching a movie on Netflix. She greeted me with a gentle smile. “Hey, you are late, ha, busy day?” Honestly, I was exhausted, but her smile shooed away everything.

I was very happy to see her. She was looking extremely cute in her t-shirt and pajamas, her hair open. Perfect as always, with a little shyness on her face, her t-shirt showing clear curves of her bra. I greeted her, went to my room, and relaxed for a while. We had our dinner around 8:30 pm and decided to go for a beach walk.

I was in the living room, and she walked out after changing. She changed into a short, sleeveless cotton nightie. She was looking stunning, flawless as always. Those killer thighs, astonishing arms, no makeup, but still ideal as always. I was staring at her until she said, “Let’s go.” Maybe she didn’t notice me staring, but I complimented her looks. “You don’t have to look so stunning always.” She gave me a weird look, smacked my arm, and started walking.

I followed, and we went on her bike; she was driving. I maintained a distance between us, but with sudden jerks and braking, I was pulled close to her. My chest almost brushed her back, but she didn’t react; maybe it was normal. I leaned closer to her neck, willing to start a chat.

She braked suddenly, the signal turning red. At that moment my lips brushed her ear, and I shivered in a smash. I had an instant boner. But everything was still normal, she didn’t react. I rested my chin on her shoulder and got a view of my life, her cleavage, sexy and perfect.

I was aroused and wanted to kiss her and play with her cleavage as wildly as I could. The white bra hugged her boobs flawlessly. She was talking about something, but my mind was still on her boobs, her cleavage. We reached the beach, me still staring at her cleavage. She braked abruptly, and I got back to my senses, my dick still rock hard. I tried to hide it from her by walking fast.

The view was romantic: an almost empty beach, moonlight peeking between the clouds, a little windy and chilly. She was shivering due to the cold; her hair was messed up due to the wind. It was tough for her, to control her hair and her dress due to the breeze. So we decided to sit.

I was familiar with every part of the beach, so I took her to a place where we could sit and relax with good privacy. She followed, without any hesitation. We sat, and she seemed relaxed and satisfied, holding her arms, and caressing them slowly. We were quiet, just sitting, enjoying the view. She suddenly said, “Thank you; it’s been a while since I came for a beach walk.” Anytime for you,” I said, moving her hair slowly behind her back. She didn’t react or push me away.

She then started to open up about her relationship. Her husband was busy with work always and the spark in their relationship was lost already. Not much intimacy, plus constant nagging from MIL. It was tough for her, being a pampered child of the family, to suddenly move into such a situation.

I slowly put my hands around her, cuddling her gradually.
“Don’t worry, everything will be fine; you are staying here now, no nagging from anyone,” I said in a low tone, still caressing her slowly; she didn’t resist, nor did she react. We stayed like that for a bit.

After a while, she leaned her head on my shoulder, clasping my arm slightly, thanking me for letting her stay at my place. I was happy to hear that, but I didn’t push more; just a little caressing, and we were there. She was sad for sure, missing those intimate moments with her husband; it was perceptible from her low voice and her sad face.

Later, I took a wild move. Kissed her forehead and said, “I am here for you; you can share everything with me,” kissing her again, letting her feel special.

She moved quickly, staring at me, eyes watery, but before I could say anything, she leaned back. I was scared for a moment but relieved after her move. I didn’t push further, and we went back home after a stretch.

The next morning I was working from home and finished my work early. It was almost 12.30 pm; I decided to make something delicious. She was home by 2 pm, and we greeted each other and had our lunch. She complimented my cooking.

Days passed, and she was getting relaxed with me being around. Her clothes changed to normal attire and wild ones occasionally. For once, while cooking dinner, she wore small shorts and a sleeveless top up to the waist without a bra. I could see her nipples oozing out of the top in between.

And when she bent to grab plates from the cabinet, her top slid down from her body, exposing her nude boobs, round and perfect, with black nipples eager to be licked and kissed. I was dazzled at the view and had an instant boner. I turned around fast not to get caught. The view was mesmerizing.

We sat for dinner, but my mind was still on those boobs; I wanted to undress her and suck her juicy melons. I wanted to have her, but there were still 2 weeks left until her husband could come back. This was my window of opportunity, and I wanted to grab it badly.

We were on the couch after our dinner, chatting about daily routines. My eyes stare at her boobs, watching those nipples peek out in between. I wanted them badly. “You look good today,” I said, staring at her chest. She just nodded her head, busy on her phone. I wanted to connect more with her.

So I asked, “You wear such clothes at home?.” She stared at me for a while and said in a loud tone, “You think so? My MIL will eat me alive.” We laughed with all we could. I didn’t push more, and we both got busy with our phones. Suddenly she asked, “So when are you getting married?”

“Me? Don’t know yet; waiting for Mrs. Perfect.” I said jokingly. She replied, “Keep waiting,” hitting my head slightly. In the heat of this funny banter, I asked her directly, “Don’t you miss sex?” “I do, but there is no option; he is always busy.” She said, still calm and composed.

I poked her a little more and asked, “When was the last time you guys were intimate?” I thought she might ignore but she was quick to answer, “Maybe two months or more, I guess.”

I was stunned at the answer; her voice was casual, and there was calmness in her eyes. I didn’t expect that answer. I thought of teasing her more and said, “So you are eagerly waiting for him to come back, huh?” She was quiet for a while but then replied, “Not really, nothing would change; he will get busy again after coming back.”

Her voice was low this time, a little shaky; I could sense pain in her eyes, her face pale. Maybe I went too far this time, so I quickly apologized. “Not your fault. My life is fucked up now; my husband doesn’t care for me anymore.” She said, voice firm, eyes still on her phone. She meant what she said, no pain; maybe she had accepted the reality.

We left our chat there and went to bed. It was Friday the next day, and she was not traveling back home, so I decided to try my luck this time. I asked her out for dinner; she obliged directly. Her husband was off to a remote place, so the line was clear for me—no trouble from his end, no calls, no chats.

In the evening we were in our rooms; it was around 7 pm. She texted me, “When are we leaving?” “Around 8 pm,” I texted back, just a thumbs-up emoji from her in reply. I wanted to make this night special, so I texted back. “Wear something modern, would you?” No reply, almost 5 minutes, I was still waiting.

Suddenly a knock on my door. There she was holding a black one-piece, a short one, maybe up to knee-high. She just gazed her eyes at the dress, looking at me, with no words. I said thumbs up in return, just a hand gesture, no words from me either. She nodded and went back to change.

I was all set, waiting for her in the living room, visualizing her view in that dress. It was 8.15 pm, and still no sign of her. I thought to knock on the door but stepped back. Around 8:30 pm she was out of her room. I was stunned for a moment looking at her and even stood up from the couch.

Her dress was damn sexy, her skin glowing under the white light. The dress was a bit short, a little high above the knee. Sleeveless and tight, showing her body curves, those round boobs, ideal as always. Plus the cleavage, creamy as melted butter.

Eyes with a perfect touch of liner on them, fleshy lips with a sketch of lipstick, waiting to be kissed. And those arms, perfectly waxed, sexy as always. My mind was stuck on her body; she suddenly rolled her hand in front of me and said, “Hello, how do I look?” She said, turning around and exposing her back.

Damn, her back was sexier than her front, silky smooth, her butterfly tattoo bleeding out from her skin. Her dress was backless, almost going up to her waist, with no bra; maybe she was using bra pads. As she turned back, I could see the print of pads above her boobs, hiding them flawlessly, driving me crazy.

I got back to my senses, held her right hand, and kissed her gently on her fingers. She quickly pulled back her hand and said angrily, “Nautanki, what are you doing?”.

“Can’t resist seeing such a diva in front,” I said in a flirty tone, staring at her. She smiled, hitting my head slightly, and nodded, “Let’s go.”
“After you, madam,” I said, pointing my hand towards the door.

We went downstairs, I opened the car door for her, and she blushed, bowing her head down a bit in respect, just a funny banter I guess. I was already flattered; each move from her made me go crazy. I was driving, but my mind was still on her body, visualizing her naked, rubbing her boobs, kissing that tattoo, those nipples, caressing her back slowly, and letting her feel the tickling.

Although it was too much, I decided to flirt more. “I wish I could be your dress, clasping your body like mine,” I said, slightly brushing her cheek gently. She moved back quickly, citing a strict “focus on the road.” But I could see a glow on her face, a petite shyness; maybe she enjoyed being flirted with.

We arrived at the restaurant, an open-air one with a beach view. I had ordered a private table with privacy, no tables around us, perfect for our getaway. We sat close to each other, enjoying the beach sight. It was windy, making her hair a little messy. I quickly moved closer, tugging her hair behind her back a little.

She didn’t resist and slightly adjusted her hair with me. It was quiet out there, just the sound of wind and waves hitting the beach. That ambiance was breathtaking. I was staring at her, her eyelids, her side view, and her neck; it was amazing. I moved closer to her ears and whispered, “Like the view?”

She turned around in a flash, our lips almost brushing each other; that touch sent shockwaves through my body. I wanted to kiss those lips, making them mine like crazy, but I stood still, controlling my thrust. She blushed but didn’t pull back, gently held her hand on my cheeks, and mumbled, “Couldn’t have asked for anything better; thanks for this.”

I was lost for a moment, but before I could make any move, she pulled back and got busy with her phone. I ordered wine and a big-sized shrimp platter, enough for the starters. Food arrived in a while, but she was still busy with her phone. I cleaned up the shrimp and placed it on her plate; she was a little shocked, maybe didn’t expect me to do that for her.

She picked up one from her plate and, eating it, had a gentle smile on her face. I was relieved, seeing her smiling; my happiness was at its peak. After a while, she held her head on my shoulder, grabbing my arm with her hands. I didn’t see that coming but, was happy with her move.

After staying in that position for a bit, she said, “I always wanted such outings, but my husband is always old school.” Her voice was low; I could sense her pain again. I moved her hands and placed my hand on her arm, pushing her closer, her head resting on my chest. It was pleasant.

Her breath was faster now, and I could feel the heat of her breath on my chest. I started caressing her arm; she sighed a light moan, “Umm,” and hugged me gently, her boob pressing against my chest. Best feeling ever.

We sat in the same position. I was reluctant to move; she might come back to her senses. However, our main course arrived, and she quickly let go of me. We had a nice chat while having our main course, me still being a little flirty, brushing her cheeks in between, and holding her hands gently.

She didn’t defy my moves; maybe she enjoyed being cared for and loved. It was almost 10 pm. We finished our dinner and went on a nice walk along the beach. We were a little uneasy while walking due to the sand. But it was romantic, our arms brushing against each other often.

At a particular instant, I held her hand in my hand, and now we were walking like a perfect couple holding each other. No one could have spotted us; it was pretty dark, with no moon and no stars, perfect for us. After walking for a while, we decided to relax for a bit and found a perfect spot below a tree.

The beach was deserted by this time, with no hint of anyone, just us. I sat first; she was trying to sit beside me. I resisted; I wanted her to sit between my legs. I wanted to feel her; however, she sighed a strict “No.” But I was holding her hand, begging her with a flirty tone; she was not moved.

I pulled her hand, and she fell on me. I was holding her on my lap, and she resisted constantly. But I was not letting her go. After resisting for a while, she was calm and didn’t resist further. I placed her in between my legs, holding her stomach gently and pulling her back towards me.

Her bare back was touching my chest, her head above my chest. It was spectacular, the perfect trick for seduction.

We barely spoke a word. Seeing no movement from her, I moved her hair to the other side and started caressing her neck with my fingers. It was a bit chilly out there, enough to get anxious; a sensation rushed inside my body. I could feel that on her too. She was holding my other hand now, pressing it a bit, letting out a light moan.

Hope you guys liked this part, do wait for the next part it will be more exciting. Send your feedback to [email protected]. Any ladies out there looking for wild and discreet chat and fun, ping me too.