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 thing to fuddle on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any time I DID drink, it was at Michelle's house. We were snug than cousins, more like best supporter. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her married man. There was only a short bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was for certain that her husband wanted me, and on some spirit level 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 girl, my lilliputian Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to endure together, albeit in separate bedrooms. So every time I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those bozo that everyone wanted to be with as a adolescent. 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 succeeding door neighbor.

Over the years, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a breeze, or basically any alibi 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 horse sense of self preservation. Right in front of Michelle, he would recount me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my pap. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few time. The spoilt was when he was talking to us both at the like clock 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 married man, 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 improper, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would enjoin me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make sexual insinuation's, one time even sucking a blueberry bush from my fingers. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the post. I would catch some Z's over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a slight. The first few times, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would come downstairs when everyone was sleeping, but that never happened.

Then one night, I was at Michelle's, and we were all drunkenness. I got pretty inebriated, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring rummy, and Michelle went up the stairs to her 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 breast. I opened my optic, and Dan was sitting on the side of meat of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my dresser. He didn't see me undefended my centre, 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 point, and then I felt his mouthpiece around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tummy, to the waistline of my underwear, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be well-to-do to slumber in denim. I felt his fingers in my forgetful little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his script down a niggling further, and slowly pushed a finger's breadth up into my burrow, with his thumb circling my button. 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. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the former one with his other hand. I couldn't help it, my articulatio coxae started lifting into his fingerbreadth, trying to get them cryptical, and my bridge player moved to the bulge in his pants. I opened my eyes again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hired man down his pants, releasing his rooster. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine column inch, and I could palpate the bead of wet at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pants to the ground, 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 pharynx. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick tool up to my snatch, and slowly started to inscribe me. He got about half way in, and then had to displume back out and try again. He was at to the lowest degree four inch around.

Slowly working his hips 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 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 pelvic arch in sentence to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to take more than and More of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his spinal column and I was riding him like a horse. Using my stifle, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent dick as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his articulatio genus, 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 teat. I could feel myself getting make to cum, so I brought his expression up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his sassing, feeling my snatch clutch his strong tool. 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 deal on my pelvic arch, he rammed his intemperately aching peter into my foxy love tunnel over and over again. All I could listen was the slap, slap, smacking of his second joint against mine. I reached back with my manus, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his egg. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his cock started shooting hot, thick-skulled roofy of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spirt, until finally, after at least 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 trip up my breath, trying to figure 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 best ally'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 lip, that same oral cavity started kissing him. His manus 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 speak, he laid a finger's breadth on it, telling me to shh."Let's not guess about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to put forward again against my leg.

Just then we heard a threshold exposed 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 beverage of water. I'm going back to bed now. You should tope some too, it's a proven aid on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the aliveness 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 take the air back upstair. That was fold. I then drifted off back to log Z's, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .