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 business firm, grabbing a few thing to drink on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any time I DID imbibe, it was at Michelle's theater. We were closer than first cousin, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her hubby. There was only a little bit of latent hostility, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her inherent aptitude were veracious on. He was aphrodisiac, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would have already fucked him. But he had been her hubby, and they had a daughter together. Because of that girl, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to endure together, albeit in dissever bedrooms. So every fourth dimension I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guy wire that everyone wanted to be with as a teenager. 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 future door neighbor.

Over the old age, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a picnic, or basically any apology at all, Dan would salute. And not just one. He didn't stop until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sensation of self preservation. rightfield in battlefront of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous chest, and that he wanted to finger my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home plate. He even smacked my ass a few time. 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 similitude !"I have to allow in, he gave me tingles, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin's husband, and that was that.

After they split up, I stayed acquaintance with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something wrongfulness, 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 water sexual insinuation's, one clock time even sucking a blueberry from my finger's breadth. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the office. I would sleep over from time to clip, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a little. The first few times, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would arrive downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one night, I was at Michelle's, and we were all drinking. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my keystone, saying that I was sleeping there that night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunk, and Michelle went upstair to her elbow room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the support 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 breast. I opened my center, and Dan was sitting on the side of meat of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didn't see me undetermined my oculus, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my break, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my mammilla, sucking deeply and flicking his natural language. I felt his script travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underclothes, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be easy to catch some Z's in denim. I felt his fingerbreadth in my short little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his hand down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his thumb 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 digit. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my knocker, rubbing the other one with his former hand. I couldn't supporter it, my hips started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeper, and my hand moved to the gibbousness in his pants. I opened my eyes again, this clock time 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 wide-cut nine in, and I could feel the drop of moisture at his tip. Without a Son, he dropped his knickers to the soil, as I wiggled out of my underclothes, 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 mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick dick up to my pussy, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull out back out and try again. He was at to the lowest degree four inch around.

Slowly working his pelvic arch back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his balls bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one push 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 metre to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to take 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 knee joint, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent turncock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my manpower on his stifle, arching my back, knowing how the vision 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 cheek up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my pussy hold his unattackable dick. 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 hands on my rosehip, he rammed his backbreaking aching prick into my slick love tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the slap, smack, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his testicle. He leaned forward, biting my back and my cervix, as his cock started shooting hot, thick roach of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive sexual climax in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each jet, until finally, after at to the lowest degree ten super C 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 breath, trying to figure out what the Scheol just happened. It was amazing, the honorable sex I'd ever had, but this was my full 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 pass again."leaving my back talk, that same mouth started kissing him. His bridge player 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 speak, he laid a finger's breadth on it, telling me to shh."Let's not conceive about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to conjure up 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 water. I'm going back to bed now. You should pledge some too, it's a proven supporter on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the livelihood room. I quickly shut my heart, 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 closelipped. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .