
u/Business_Command8086

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reddit.comI have to confess this because it's burned into my memory. It was my cousin's wedding in Ahmedabad, and I was wearing a deep red saree. My cousin from the Australia, Rohan, was there. We'd been dancing around this insane tension all night.
Later, when the main party was dying down, I slipped away to a quieter corridor of the banquet hall, trying to cool down. He found me there. The corridor was dimly lit, with a long wall of dark, polished wooden paneling.
He didn't say a word. He just walked up to me, his eyes locked on mine, and caged me against that wall. The next second, his mouth was on mine. It wasn't a kiss; it was an assault. Hungry, desperate, and claiming. His hands were everywhere, one gripping my waist so hard it almost hurt, the other tangling in my hair.
He groaned into my mouth, and then his hand moved from my waist up to my breast. He grabbed it over the red fabric of my blouse, his palm hot and possessive. I arched into him, a soft gasp escaping my lips. It was exactly what I wanted, exactly what I'd been imagining all night.
Then, with a sharp tug on my hair, he turned me around to face the wall. The rough wood was cool against my palms. He pulled my head back by my hair, just the way I like it, baring my neck to him. I could feel his hard chest against my back, his breath ragged.
"Rohan," I breathed out, a mix of warning and plea.
He didn't answer. He just lowered his head and his lips were on my neck, kissing and biting a trail from my shoulder up to the sensitive spot behind my ear. His other hand snaked around my waist, holding me tightly against him as he ground his hips into me. I was completely at his mercy, pinned between the wall and his body, and I had never felt more turned on in my entire life.
We heard a door open somewhere down the hall, and we broke apart like we'd been electrocuted. We straightened our clothes, not daring to look at each other. The moment was over, but the feeling of his hands on me, the memory of his mouth on my neck... that's going to haunt me forever.
We did after that but it was in the next part!
I need some brutally honest advice because I feel like I'm in a complicated situation and I'm struggling to see clearly.
I'm 27, married for a short time in an arranged marriage. My husband is a good guy, a project manager. We're Brown, living in the UK. We're still getting to know each other.
Here's the problem: I have a cousin who I was incredibly close with for years. We weren't just cousins; we were physically and sexually involved from my 11th grade year through the first couple of years of college. It was a major part of my life. We stopped when I got a serious boyfriend, but we always remained close, just not physically. The last time we were together was when I was doing my bachelor's in Thailand.
Now I'm married. My husband has NO IDEA about any of this history with my cousin. None.
My cousin recently reached out and brought up the idea of a threesome with me and his friend, who lives in Australia with him. I've met his friend a few times and he seems like a decent guy. My cousin is saying things like, "I know you're into this," and "it's just for one last time," to pressure me into it.
Part of me is tempted, I won't lie. But a bigger part of me knows this is a terrible idea. I believe in monogamy in my marriage, even if I've had polyamorous thoughts in the past. The idea of doing this behind my husband's back feels wrong, especially since my cousin knows my husband is completely in the dark about our shared history.
It feels like my cousin is being selfish and not considering what this could do to my marriage. But the pressure is getting to me.
Reddit, what's your take? Is this as bad of an idea as I think it is? How do I shut this down for good without causing a huge family drama?