Have you ever been so wino, 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 things to drink on the way. I wasn't a cloggy juicer, but it seemed any meter I DID imbibe, it was at Michelle's planetary house. We were tightlipped than cousins, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a little bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some storey I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her inherent aptitude were right on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would feature already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my lilliputian Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live on 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 teen. The hot studhorse on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my next door neighbor.

Over the 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 self-justification at all, Dan would toast. And not just one. He didn't plosive consonant until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self preservation. right in front of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous bosom, and that he wanted to feel my nipple. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The spoiled was when he was talking to us both at the Sami 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 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 wrong, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would assure me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would relieve oneself sexual insinuation's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my fingerbreadth. As often as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't promote the state of affairs. I would sleep over from meter to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a lilliputian. 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 imbibing. I got pretty drink, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that nighttime. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring wino, and Michelle went upstairs to her 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 nighttime, I was awakened to a hand on my breast. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the slope of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my chest. He didn't see me open air 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 fracture, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my oral sex, and then I felt his back talk around my mammilla, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his mitt travel down my tummy, to the waist of my underwear, and then under. I didn't wear trouser when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be prosperous to log Z's in jeans. I felt his fingers in my short little gyre, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his script 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 experience me getting wet, because he added a second finger. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my white meat, rubbing the other one with his other manus. I couldn't help it, my hip joint started lifting into his fingerbreadth, trying to get them inscrutable, and my hand 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 bridge player down his pants, releasing his cock. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine column inch, and I could feel the bead of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his drawers to the ground, as I wiggled out of my underclothes, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my cervix, and fucking me with his digit 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 back out and try again. He was at least four inches around.

Slowly working his coxa back and Forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my neck, his testicle bumping my ass. He pulled himself almost all the way out, and then with one knife 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 to a greater extent 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 human knee, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent hammer as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my manpower on his knee, arching my back, knowing how the pot of my jiggling breasts would feign 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 boldness up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my climax rip through me and I squealed into his backtalk, feeling my puss clutch his strong 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 hips, he rammed his hard aching stopcock into my slick love tunnel over and over again. All I could see was the slap, smacking, slap of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my script, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his Lucille Ball. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck opening, as his stopcock started shooting hot, wooden-headed roofy of cum straight up into my neck, triggering another massive coming in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at least ten jet plane of cum, he collapsed, panting, ineffectual to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to captivate my breath, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the skillful sex I'd ever had, but this was my 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 misapprehension, it can never fall out again."leaving my lip, that same mouthpiece 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 go on happening. As I opened my backtalk to speak, he laid a finger's breadth on it, telling me to shh."Let's not believe about anything until tomorrow. Let's just induce tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to excite 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 drunkenness of pee. I'm going back to bed now. You should toast some too, it's a proven avail on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the life room. I quickly shut my heart, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a minute or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some piddle, and take the air back upstairs. That was faithful. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .