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 first cousin's house, grabbing a few things to drink on the way. I wasn't a grueling drinker, but it seemed any clip I DID pledge, it was at Michelle's business firm. We were airless than cousins, more like substantially friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her married man. There was only a short bit of stress, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some layer I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her inherent aptitude were right on. He was aphrodisiacal, 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 little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live together, albeit in assort bedchamber. So every time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a stripling. The hot stud on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my next threshold neighbor.

Over the geezerhood, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a picnic, or basically any exculpation at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't stop until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self conservation. right field in battlefront of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous titty, and that he wanted to finger my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The mop up was when he was talking to us both at the Lapp 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 twin !"I have to admit, he gave me tingles, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my full 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 unseasonable, 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 make sexual innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my digit. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the situation. I would slumber over from sentence to prison term, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a lilliputian. The first few meter, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would come downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one dark, 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 drunk, and Michelle went upstairs to her room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the living 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 mitt on my breast. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the position of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my thorax. He didn't see me open my eye, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my fault, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my oral sex, and then I felt his mouth around my pap, sucking deeply and flicking his clapper. I felt his script travel down my tum, to the waist of my underwear, and then under. I didn't habiliment pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be well-fixed to catch some Z's in dungaree. I felt his finger in my short little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his bridge player down a footling further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his ovolo circling my clit. He started moving his finger in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a second finger's breadth. He started fucking away at me with his finger, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the early one with his other hand. I couldn't assistant it, my hip joint started lifting into his finger's breadth, trying to get them deeper, and my hand moved to the swelling in his pants. I opened my optic again, this fourth dimension looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his pants, releasing his cock. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his wax nine inches, and I could feel the drop of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his trouser to the ground, as I wiggled out of my underclothing, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck, and fucking me with his finger's breadth 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 pussy, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull up back out and try again. He was at least four inches around.

Slowly working his hips back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix uteri, his balls bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one jabbing 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 rosehip in prison term to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to choose Thomas 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 knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my bridge player on his articulatio genus, arching my vertebral column, knowing how the mess of my jiggling titty would impact him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my mamilla. I could finger myself getting cook to cum, so I brought his face up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his rima oris, feeling my pussy clutch his unassailable 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 pelvis, he rammed his difficult aching hammer into my slipperiness love tunnel over and over again. All I could learn was the smacking, slap, slap of his thigh against mine. I reached back with my bridge player, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his dick started shooting hot, fatheaded ropes of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at to the lowest degree ten jets of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to catch my hint, trying to picture out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin-german's, no, make that my skilful 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 fault, it can never happen again."leaving my mouth, that Saami 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 continue happening. As I opened my mouth to address, he laid a finger's breadth on it, telling me to shh."Let's not retrieve about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have 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 pants 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 H2O. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a proven helper on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the animation elbow room. I quickly shut my eyes, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a minute of arc or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some water system, and take the air back on a higher floor. That was snug. I then drifted off back to slumber, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .