Wendy's Guest
Copyright© 2026 by Ribbleman
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A cousin comes to stay with Ralf and his wife Wendy. She admits to being turned on by the man. The flirting goes to extremes resulting in Wendy confessing secrets she has kept for years. This leads to Wendy performing sex acts in front of her husband.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Wife Watching Group Sex Swinging Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism
Wendy had been excited and anxious all day. She and her husband were expecting a guest; Ralf’s second cousin actually, who was coming to work in the area for a while. Not only had Wendy never met him but neither had her husband. A request had come from another family member asking if they could offer him some companionship and company while he was in the area. Of course, they had said yes and Wendy was preparing a meal for him. Ralf had arranged to meet the man at the station then bring him back for a meal after taking him to his hotel to check in.
When Ralf had shown his wife a photo of his cousin, sent so he’d recognise the man at the station, he noted the very admiring looks on her face as she studied the portrait shot.
‘He’s a very handsome guy,’ she said.
Now Wendy wasn’t a flighty, flirty type of woman, in fact she was fairly quiet and shy so Ralf wasn’t used to hearing her openly admire other men; but in this instance he noticed she seemed to have a strong attraction to this somewhat older relative of his.
‘You’ll have to dress up in something nice for him then,’ Ralf told her, testing out just how much she might fancy their imminent visitor.
‘I’m not going to go over the top trying to impress him,’ Wendy responded.
Ralf concluded that his wife wasn’t all that enamoured by him - until she added a further comment.
‘Anyway, I don’t think a guy like that would be impressed by someone like me.’
This comment was disturbing in several ways.
‘Hey, don’t put yourself down - lots of guys give you the eye. Though you do sound disappointed that he could be out of your class - do you mean he’d be in with a chance if he did take an interest in you? The other thing I must ask though, is what is it about him you find so attractive?’
‘Well he looks sort of, debonair and good-looking.’
‘Hope you’re not going to get all giddy and girlish when he’s here - like he’s some sort of celebrity! You’ve made me feel a bit jealous!’
‘Don’t be silly, I just think he looks a bit of alright!’
Ralf felt unsettled now he’d been made aware of this unknown side of his wife’s character; he wondered how many other men she fancied amongst the people they knew - and if she ever fantasised about them?’
‘Anyway, wear something nice - even if it’s only to boost your lack of self confidence!’
‘Don’t be so damn sarcastic!’ she told him sharply.
The journey to the station was slow and the wait for the arrival of the train tiresome due to it being very much behind schedule.
‘Hi, I’m Edmund, but call me Ed,’ the tanned prosperous looking guy said when he finally appeared. Ed certainly did look full of himself!
‘I’m your cousin Ralf, apparently, second cousin to be more precise. I’ll take you to your hotel to check in then back to mine - my wife will have a meal ready.’
Ralf observed him closely, especially when they reached the check in desk of the upmarket hotel and he had the staff jumping through hoops. Insisting he needed a stiff drink - in the room he tipped the hotel porter generously and requested the breakfast menu for the following morning then fired off a series of questions hardly giving the porter time to answer.
‘We can have a drink when we get to my house,’ Ralf told him. ‘Otherwise I’ll have to sit and wait - watching you drink - I’m driving and never consume alcohol when driving.’
Ralf had no intention of running around at this guys beck and call; he needed putting in his place! The display of assertiveness did the trick and the man became less domineering and bombastic.
‘Are you one of the big bosses in this company you work for?’ Ralf asked.
‘Erm ... I’m head of a section, I wouldn’t exactly refer to myself as a big boss. What do you do Ralf, work in sales, HR, perhaps?’
Ralf gave him a wry look. ‘No. I’m a big boss! But seemingly not earning the same sort of money you’re on. Though I am doing well given I’m much younger than you and have plenty time to develop my career. I expect you’ve gone as far up the ladder as you can - given your age.’
He decided it would be best if he shut up now before the atmosphere got too strained.
When Ralf introduced his cousin Ed to Wendy he thought she was going to flutter her eyelids and giggle like a schoolgirl might when meeting her favourite pop-star. He noticed that she had ‘glammed’ herself up but thought it cute and felt amused by the way she was enthralled by their guest and she was definitely going to enjoy having him round for a meal.
Ralf also correctly guessed his older cousin was a ladies man and probably thought himself God’s gift to women; he was soon flirting with Wendy. After the meal the three of them sat talking and drinking; Ralf had expected Ed would want to go back to his hotel but instead he made himself comfortable nursing a large glass of whisky that Wendy had poured for him. It was also noticeable that Ed kept running his eyes up and down Wendy’s body. When she lifted her foot and crossed her legs Ralf tensed up, almost alarmed at her action. This was not a pose Wendy often adopted, her skirt had ridden up and she was showing almost all her left buttock, knowing Ed was looking straight at her as he spoke. The skirt wasn’t especially short and it hadn’t bunched up so far just by accident; Wendy was intentionally giving him a flash of her thighs and Ed was clearly enjoying the view.
‘By the way,’ Ed said, ‘Don’t feel obliged to run me back to the hotel, I’ll get a taxi - then you can have a drink too.’
Wendy got up to pour the drinks and refilled Ed’s glass, then sat down making an obvious move to pull the hem of her skirt high up her thigh before again crossing her legs, this time slowly - slow enough to expose the small white triangle of material between her legs that was the gusset of her panties. Ralf told himself for the umpteenth time, this was not the way his shy quiet wife behaved.
It got late before Ed took the hint that it was time he left for his hotel. Wendy looked disappointed that the evening had come to an end.
‘How long have you booked into the hotel for?’ Wendy asked.
‘Only two nights,’ Ed told her, ‘I never initially book in more than a couple of nights chance the hotel isn’t very good. But as I’m up here for at least three weeks I was planning to rent a small cottage or self-catering apartment which will be more comfortable and practical - and more economical.’
‘You’re welcome to come round anytime, and you must come and have more meals with us.’
‘I’d love that Wendy - I’ll definitely take you up on that offer!’
No one bothered asking if it was okay with Ralf.
‘I intended getting the photo albums out to see if you could put names to some of Ralf’s older relatives, but the evening’s gone too quickly.’
‘I could come round tomorrow evening if it’s convenient. I don’t think I’ll be getting invited out to go clubbing or partying so I’ll either be sitting on my own at the hotel bar or sat in my hotel room.’
Ralf couldn’t resist having another sarcastic dig.
‘You could always watch a porn film on the hotels satellite TV’s continental channels.’
Ed laughed, then got the better of his host, much to the amusement of Wendy.
‘Well I could do that, I suppose,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘I usually bring one or two porn films of my own because mine are so much kinkier. Shame I didn’t bring any - we could have watched them together!’
Ed openly gave Wendy a sexy wink and a smile, staring right up her skirt. The usually shy wife blushed then giggled, fixing her eyes on their guest, giving him a look that said she’d love more of his company.
‘We might have to make do with the photo albums,’ she said sounding like she’d prefer the porn films.
‘Don’t you have any porn films Ralf - we can do both?’ Ed asked.
They said their good-nights at the door, Ed shook Ralf’s hand then leaned over and gave Wendy a tender kiss on the lips that was just a tad too long for a friendly good-bye kiss to someone who’s acquaintance had just been made.
‘The bloody cheek of the man,’ Ralf shouted when he’d gone, ‘Kissing you on the lips!’
‘He was just being friendly, maybe that’s how they do things where he comes from.’
‘Bollocks, they don’t even talk to their bloody neighbours in London! And what about you, Wendy, making your skirt hitch up and flashing the front of your knickers for him - crossing your legs and showing most of your arse cheeks - you don’t usually act sexy like that!’
Wendy thought for a few seconds.
‘Was I showing that much? Goodness! It was the gin making me feel a bit naughty but I didn’t realise I was going that far!’ She thought a bit more. ‘So did I really come over as being sexy.’
‘What, showing him the front of your panties and your entire thigh up to your waist almost? Of course you damn well looked sexy - it was like you were giving him the ‘do you want to come over here and fuck me’ look. Especially with that expression on your face!’
‘What expression?’
‘I’ll spell it out, as if you didn’t know already! Like you were having a wet dream and imagining you were both naked and his cock was inside you!’
‘I never was - it’s all in your imagination. I admit to enjoying his attention that’s all - it’s been a long time since a man paid me compliments.’
‘You mean you got a turn on from giving him a good view up your skirt, wanting to give him an erection. How far would you have been prepared to go if you had been alone with him?’
‘Maybe I’d have gone a bit further,’ she said, beginning to sound agitated, ‘Who knows, I’ve never been alone with a man, since we married.’
‘Is that what you dream about, being fucked by another man - you’d like to have sex with Ed - is that what you’re fantasising about - having his cock inside you? I’ve seen the way you look at him and how you’ve been acting. Are you fantasising about him now?’
Wendy, leaned in and hissed in Ralf’s ear.
‘Are you sure you’re not doing the same - picturing me alone with him and letting him undress me! Are you fantasising about us both having sex together? Oh, my God Ralf, this is probably the sexiest thing we’ve ever done!’
Ralf looked nonplussed. ‘What is, talking about how much you want another man?’
‘No, not that - us talking about it like we are. Us being able to talk about me having sex with another man. I know a lot of couples role play and fantasise, but this is sexier - talking about a real man, a man we know, and me leading him on, tempting him. Oh fuck Ralf, yes, it’s only our imagination running riot, but it’s so fucking arousing! Especially since I dared flash my panties for him right under your nose!’
‘So you admit it, you’d like him to shag you, you’d like his cock inside you?’
‘Hell, you’re turning me on even more now! In my imagination probably, yes! Were you not secretly hoping that I’d show him more, Ralf - be really naughty for both of you, give you both a turn on - make both your cock’s go hard?’
The husband was now rubbing up against his wife, pressing his groin into her.
‘Are you jealous and angry Ralf - or does thinking about it make you feel as sexually aroused as I am?’ Wendy was now pressing back, rotating her hips, wanting more stimulation.
‘The thought of being alone with Ed has really got you going, hasn’t it?’
Wendy whispered in her husbands ear. ‘It’s got you going too, hasn’t it, Ralf - picturing me and your cousin together, me letting him have his way with me!’
Her hand dropped to feel her husband’s crotch.
‘See, I’m right, you’ve got an erection! What are you seeing in your mind’s eye now, me and Ed naked - him fucking me?’
‘You don’t normally use that sort of language Wendy.’
‘I’m not normally this turned on! I like the way that us talking about this has made us both feel so aroused, Ralf. There’s no need for you to feel angry or upset about it - be honest, we’re both enjoying the sexy thrill.’
‘I’m amazed at how Ed’s visit has affected you. You know, Wendy, if I fuck you now, you’ll be imagining it’s Ed fucking you, not me!’
Wendy, kissed him passionately on the lips, working herself up into a breathless frenzy.
‘Yeah, you’re right, I will,’ she panted in his ear, ‘Imagining it’s him that’s got me up against the wall, pulling my knickers off, pushing his hard cock up my pussy. Feeling his hot sperm shoot up my cunny when he cums! Oh, it’s so great, we can talk like this and picture it happening! Do you wish you could watch me being fucked by another man, Ralf?’
Without another word she pulled her own knickers down and kicked them off, begging her husband to ram his cock inside her and fuck her hard.
‘If this is what you’re like after Ed’s first visit, what are you going to be like when he’s visited a few times?’ Ralf asked his wife between thrusts that lifted her off her feet.
With a very wanton look she answered him. ‘That might depend on you - if you think the flirting is going too far and you put your foot down - or if you let me know you’re happy for it to carry on!’
Hearing his wife say that made his heart pound.
‘So you’ve already decided you’re going to push the boundaries?’
‘No, not really,’ she said.
‘What does ‘not really’ mean?’
‘It means I won’t be doing any pushing, it’s not in my nature - but I might not complain if he attempts to take things further - note that I said attempts - I didn’t say I’d let him.’
‘But there’s a chance you would?’ Ralf said.
Wendy went wild, Ralf wished he knew what she was thinking and seeing in her head.
Both agreed later that it was the best sex they’d had for a long time.
The following day passed quickly with Wendy getting the kids to school then making the house look nice. Ralf had asked what she was giving their guest to eat that evening and approved of her choice of chicken with a tarragon sauce and vegetables. Sex or sexual attraction was never mentioned.
When Ralf came home his wife was dressed in a dark skirt with a slit up the side and a white blouse; her bra was just about visible beneath the cotton material. She wore make-up and mascara but it was not over the top.
‘You look very smart, hardly need to get dressed up though on a week-night at home.’
‘It’s customary and good manners if a guest is expected,’ Wendy replied.
Ralf held his tongue knowing a curt remark would cause unwanted tension.
‘I’ve given the kids their tea, by the way. They’re playing in their bedroom.’
It was all very domesticated and civil.
Ed arrived on time by taxi and they chatted about their day over a drink. There was a comfortable ambience and the meal went down well.
‘I’ve got the photo albums ready - but we don’t need to look through them all - it’ll get boring,’ Wendy said. ‘I’ll make some coffee first, unless you want something stronger. When I’ve got the kids settled in bed we’ll look at the pics.
Ed said he’d been looking forward to seeing pics of family members he’d never met, telling her coffee would be fine.
They finally left the dining room and retired to the lounge. Wendy went to sort the kids out leaving the two men to talk.
‘I hope I’m not intruding too much on your family life,’ Ed said, ‘I won’t come round too often, but maybe we can go out for a drink one night - all of us, or just me and you, whatever you prefer. Your wife is lovely, very cute, and a good cook too! I’d like it if I could buy you both a drink or two to show my appreciation.’
‘I’m sure we can arrange for someone to look after the kids,’ Ralf politely assured him.
Wendy came back into the room and picked up the photo albums.
‘Now so that we can all see them how about if I sit in between you both on the settee?’