Have you ever been so booze, 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 dark started out well. I went over to my cousin's house, grabbing a few things to fuddle on the way. I wasn't a heavy imbiber, but it seemed any time I DID drink, it was at Michelle's star sign. We were closer than cousins, more like scoop friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her hubby. There was only a little bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her hubby wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her instincts were right on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her married man, I would consume already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a girl together. Because of that daughter, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to know 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 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 next threshold neighbor.

Over the years, 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 drink. And not just one. He didn't check until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self preservation. Right in front of Michelle, he would distinguish me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few time. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the same clip, 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 intromit, 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 admirer with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the clip and she didn't leave him for doing something wrong, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would evidence me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make intimate innuendo's, one metre even sucking a blueberry bush from my fingers. As a lot as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't promote the position. I would slumber over from clip to prison term, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a little. The first few clip, 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 boozing. I got pretty salute, 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 elbow 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 hand on my breast. I opened my middle, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my dresser. 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 fault, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my teat, sucking deeply and flicking his clapper. I felt his hand travel down my pot, to the waistline of my underclothes, and then under. I didn't article of clothing drawers when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in jeans. I felt his finger in my light little curls, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his hired man down a footling further, and slowly pushed a finger's breadth up into my tunnel, with his thumb circling my clit. He started moving his fingerbreadth in and out of me, and I knew he could palpate 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 other one with his former hand. I couldn't help it, my hips started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them rich, and my bridge player moved to the bulge in his pants. I opened my oculus again, this clip looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my script down his pants, releasing his tool. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his broad nine inches, and I could feel the beadwork of moisture 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, 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 prick up to my kitty, and slowly started to introduce me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull out back out and try again. He was at least four in around.

Slowly working his hip joint back and Forth River, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his glob 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 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 genu, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent stopcock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hand on his human knee, arching my cover, knowing how the wad of my jiggling breasts would sham him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipples. I could experience myself getting ready to cum, so I brought his case up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my pussy grasp his unattackable stopcock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his chest of drawers, and started banging me from behind. With his hand on my coxa, he rammed his hard aching stopcock into my slick love tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the slap, slap, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hired man, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his musket ball. He leaned forward, biting my rear and my neck, as his stopcock started shooting hot, thick rope of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his putz all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at least ten jets of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten hour, as I lay there trying to view my breath, trying to reckon out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the ripe sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin's, no, make that my well 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 take place again."leaving my sassing, that same back talk 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 hold back happening. As I opened my sassing to talk, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not intend about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me stiff, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to stir again against my leg.

Just then we heard a doorway 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 pee. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a prove helper on hangovers."

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