My Cousin 'S Husband


Cheating
Have you ever been so sot, that you do something you know you shouldn't do ? That you've been fighting with yourself not to do ? Yeah, that's where I'm at right now.

The night started out well. I went over to my cousin's sign, grabbing a few things to imbibe on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any time I DID drink, it was at Michelle's menage. We were closer than cousin-german, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a lilliputian bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some stratum I wanted him back. I would never say her, but her inherent aptitude were right on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would have already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my small Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to subsist together, albeit in separate bedrooms. So every time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a adolescent. The hot scantling on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my following door neighbor.

Over the age, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a duck soup, or basically any self-justification at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't arrest until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self conservation. Right in front of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous knocker, and that he wanted to palpate my pap. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few metre. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the same sentence, then just stopped talking, looking down at us. He then came out with"You know, if I had you both together, it would be like having Twin Falls !"I have to accommodate, he gave me thrill, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's husband, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed friends with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something wrong, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would recount me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make sexual innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my fingers. As often as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't further the situation. I would kip over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a minuscule. The first few times, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would amount downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one night, I was at Michelle's, and we were all imbibition. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that Night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring wino, and Michelle went upstairs to her elbow room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the living elbow room, where the futon had been arranged into a bed for me. I passed out pretty quickly. Later that night, I was awakened to a hand on my bosom. I opened my heart, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest of drawers. He didn't see me unfold my eyes, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my faulting, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my capitulum, and then I felt his mouth around my teat, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hired hand travel down my potbelly, to the shank of my underclothing, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be well-fixed to log Z's in blue jean. I felt his fingerbreadth in my short little lock, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his bridge player down a little advance, and slowly pushed a finger's breadth up into my tunnel, with his ovolo circling my clitoris. He started moving his finger in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a endorsement digit. He started fucking away at me with his finger's breadth, licking and sucking my bosom, rubbing the other one with his other paw. I couldn't assist it, my pelvic arch started lifting into his finger's breadth, trying to get them abstruse, and my hand moved to the excrescence in his knickers. I opened my middle again, this meter looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his gasp, releasing his cock. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his to the full nine inches, and I could experience the bead of wet at his tip. Without a Christian Bible, he dropped his pants to the reason, as I wiggled out of my underwear, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck opening, and fucking me with his fingers again, and I moaned low in my throat. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick cock up to my pussycat, and slowly started to get into me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull back out and try again. He was at least four in around.

Slowly working his hip back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his testicle bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one knife thrust seated himself completely inside me. He started fucking me in earnest now, barely pulling all the way out before pounding himself back in. I was raising and lowering my hips in time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to take more and more of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his back and I was riding him like a horse. Using my articulatio genus, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent tool as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my helping hand on his knees, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would affect him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, so I brought his human face up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my pussy clasp his strong cock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his thorax, and started banging me from behind. With his hired hand on my hips, he rammed his hard aching hammer into my pat lovemaking tunnel over and over again. All I could see was the smack, slap, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his Lucille Ball. He leaned forward, biting my spine and my neck, as his cock started shooting hot, thick R-2 of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive climax in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each jet, until finally, after at least ten jets of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten transactions, as I lay there trying to enamour my breath, trying to figure out what the perdition just happened. It was amazing, the considerably sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin's, no, make that my best friend's, husband. And though they were separated, I knew how bad this would be if she ever found out. I looked over at him, and instead of"This was a mistake, it can never happen again."leaving my backtalk, that same sass started kissing him. His mitt came up and started rubbing my back, as he kissed me just as deeply as I was kissing him. I drew back and looked at him, knowing this couldn't go anywhere, but also knowing that now that it had happened, it was going to keep happening. As I opened my mouth to address, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not retrieve about anything until tomorrow. Let's just stimulate tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to stir again against my leg.

Just then we heard a door open upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his knickers back on, then kissed me and walked into the kitchen as she started walking down the stairs.

"Dan ? What are you doing down here ?"

"I just needed a drink of water. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a establish helper on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the support room. I quickly shut my middle, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a minute or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some weewee, and walk back upstair. That was close. I then drifted off back to log Z's, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .
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