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 full cousin's house, grabbing a few affair to drink on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any metre I DID imbibe, it was at Michelle's household. We were secretive than cousins, more like best 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 as shooting that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her instincts were veracious 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 daughter, my piddling Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to hold out together, albeit in separate bedroom. So every sentence I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a stripling. 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 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 picnic, or basically any excuse at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't occlusive until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of ego preservation. right wing in front of Michelle, he would severalise me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my teat. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few times. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the same 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 shiver, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my full 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 incorrect, 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 innuendo's, one sentence even sucking a blueberry bush from my finger. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't promote the post. I would log Z's over from clip to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a little. The first few time, I was worried, and almost hoping, that he would descend 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 toast, and Michelle took my tonality, saying that I was sleeping there that Nox. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunk, and Michelle went upstairs 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 Nox, I was awakened to a hand on my breast. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the side of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my breast. 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 defect, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, 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 waist of my underwear, and then under. I didn't vesture trouser when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to slumber in jeans. I felt his digit in my inadequate little curl, and then his finger's breadth was rubbing my clit.

He put his manus down a trivial further, and slowly pushed a finger up into my tunnel, with his ovolo circling my clit. He started moving his finger 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 white meat, rubbing the other one with his early hand. I couldn't help it, my hips started lifting into his digit, trying to get them bass, 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 handwriting down his pants, releasing his stopcock. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inches, and I could finger the beading of moisture at his tip. Without a word, he dropped his pants to the ground, 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 throat. He took my back talk with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick dick up to my snatch, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to extract back out and try again. He was at least four inches around.

Slowly working his articulatio coxae back and Forth River, 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 drive 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 cover and I was riding him like a gymnastic horse. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent turncock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his human knee, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling white meat would affect him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipple. I could feel myself getting prepare to cum, so I brought his face up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my climax rip through me and I squealed into his backtalk, feeling my pussy clench his strong putz. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his breast, and started banging me from behind. With his hired man on my articulatio coxae, he rammed his strong aching prick into my slick lovemaking tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the smacking, smack, slap of his second joint against mine. I reached back with my bridge player, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my back and my cervix, as his cock started shooting hot, thick ropes of cum straight up into my uterine cervix, triggering another monolithic sexual climax in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each squirt, until finally, after at least ten spirt of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to enchant my breath, trying to project out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the best sex I'd ever had, but this was my full cousin's, no, make that my trump 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 happen again."leaving my mouth, that Same mouth 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 keep happening. As I opened my mouth to talk, he laid a digit on it, telling me to shh."Let's not conceive about anything until tomorrow. Let's just let 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 room access 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 wassail some too, it's a proven helper on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the aliveness way. I quickly shut my center, 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 .