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 Nox started out well. I went over to my cousin's theater, grabbing a few things to fuddle on the way. I wasn't a heavy imbiber, but it seemed any prison term I DID drink, it was at Michelle's house. We were tight than cousins, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a footling bit of tautness, because although she trusted me completely, she was for certain that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never severalise her, but her instincts were right-hand on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would get already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a girl together. Because of that daughter, my picayune Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to dwell together, albeit in separate bedrooms. So every meter I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guy rope that everyone wanted to be with as a teen. 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 twelvemonth, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a company, or a cookout, or a walkover, or basically any excuse 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 ego preservation. right in front of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go menage. He even smacked my ass a few prison term. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the Saame 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 allow, 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 untimely, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would state me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would take intimate insinuation's, one fourth dimension even sucking a blueberry bush from my digit. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't advance the berth. I would kip over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a little. The maiden 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 imbibing. I got pretty drink in, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring inebriate, and Michelle went on a higher floor 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 hand on my breast. I opened my eye, and Dan was sitting on the face of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didn't see me open my center, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my mistake, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hired man travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underwear, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in jeans. I felt his fingerbreadth in my poor picayune whorl, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his mitt down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his thumb 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 sec finger. He started fucking away at me with his finger's breadth, licking and sucking my breast, rubbing the other one with his other paw. I couldn't help it, my pelvic girdle started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeper, and my hand moved to the bulge in his pants. I opened my center again, this 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 full nine inches, and I could feel the bead of wet at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his trouser 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 throat. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his midst peter up to my pussy, and slowly started to get into me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull back out and try again. He was at to the lowest degree four column 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 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 hip joint in fourth dimension 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 spine and I was riding him like a horse cavalry. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent hammer as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my manus on his knee joint, arching my rear, knowing how the survey of my jiggling tit would impact him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my tit. I could feel myself getting fix 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 mouth, feeling my slit hold his stiff 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 hip joint, he rammed his backbreaking aching cock into my slick passion tunnel over and over again. All I could get a line was the slap, slap, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my deal, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his orb. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his cock started shooting hot, fatheaded rophy of cum straight up into my cervix uteri, triggering another monolithic orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at to the lowest degree ten super C of cum, he collapsed, panting, ineffective to move.

We didn't move for at to the lowest degree ten minutes, as I lay there trying to catch my breath, trying to figure out what the hell on earth just happened. It was amazing, the good sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin-german's, no, make that my skilful friend's, married man. 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 chance again."leaving my mouth, that same backtalk started kissing him. His mitt 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 lip to utter, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not recollect about anything until tomorrow. Let's just accept tonight."He hugged me crocked, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to stir again against my leg.

Just then we heard a door undefended upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his bloomers 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 swallow of piss. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a essay avail on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the life room. 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 upstairs. That was close. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .