Have you ever been so drunk, 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 house, grabbing a few affair to booze on the way. I wasn't a labored drinker, but it seemed any clip I DID drink, it was at Michelle's family. We were confining than first cousin, more like advantageously friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her hubby. There was only a lilliputian bit of tenseness, because although she trusted me completely, she was surely that her married man wanted me, and on some tier I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her instinct 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 piffling Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live together, albeit in fork bedrooms. So every time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those hombre that everyone wanted to be with as a stripling. The hot rivet on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my next room access neighbor.

Over the long time, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a picnic, or basically any excuse at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't blockage until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self saving. right hand in front of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous titty, and that he wanted to sense my mammilla. She would get mad, and they would go nursing home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the same time, 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 twins !"I have to admit, he gave me tingles, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's hubby, 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 tell me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would puddle sexual innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry bush from my fingers. As lots as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't promote the situation. I would log Z's over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a little. The first gear few metre, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would number downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one Nox, I was at Michelle's, and we were all drinking. 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 up the stairs to her room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the life way, 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 tit. I opened my eyes, 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 open 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 defect, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his rima oris around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underclothes, and then under. I didn't clothing knickers when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to kip in jeans. I felt his fingers in my suddenly niggling Robert Floyd Curl Jr., and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his hired man down a little further, and slowly pushed a digit up into my tunnel, with his ovolo circling my clit. He started moving his digit in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a endorse digit. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my tit, rubbing the former one with his former hand. I couldn't help it, my rose hip started lifting into his finger's breadth, trying to get them rich, and my bridge player moved to the prominence in his pants. I opened my eyes again, this meter looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his trouser, releasing his tool. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his wax nine inch, and I could feel the astragal of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pants to the priming coat, as I wiggled out of my underwear, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck, and fucking me with his fingers again, and I moaned low in my pharynx. He took my backtalk with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick pecker up to my pussycat, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull back out and try again. He was at least four inches around.

Slowly working his rosehip back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his clod bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one 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 articulatio coxae in time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to shoot more and more of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his backrest and I was riding him like a horse. Using my knee, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my men on his knees, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would affect him. He placed his laurel wreath on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could finger myself getting ready to cum, so I brought his facial expression up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my climax rip through me and I squealed into his rima oris, feeling my snatch clench 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 chest, and started banging me from behind. With his hands on my rose hip, he rammed his hard aching cock into my slick making love tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the slap, smacking, slap of his thigh against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his tool started shooting hot, compact ropes of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm 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, ineffectual to move.

We didn't move for at least ten proceedings, as I lay there trying to take hold of my breath, trying to envision out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin's, no, make that my good 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 misapprehension, it can never hap again."leaving my mouth, that same mouth started kissing him. His hand 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 go along happening. As I opened my lip to speak, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just feature tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to call forth again against my leg.

Just then we heard a threshold unresolved upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his trouser 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 drunkenness of water supply. I'm going back to bed now. You should fuddle some too, it's a proven help on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the livelihood way. I quickly shut my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a instant or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some water, and walk back upstairs. That was close. I then drifted off back to kip, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .