Have you ever been so drink in, 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 matter to drink on the way. I wasn't a laboured drinker, but it seemed any time I DID drink, it was at Michelle's house. We were closer than cousins, more like best friend. 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 trusted that her husband wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never narrate her, but her instinct were right on. He was aphrodisiac, and if he hadn't been her married man, I would accept already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to hold out together, albeit in separate bedroom. So every prison term I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those Guy that everyone wanted to be with as a teenager. The hot rivet on campus. I had grown up with him ; it was actually when Michelle was visiting me that she met him, he was my side by side 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 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 sense of self conservation. right hand in front of Michelle, he would tell me that I had gorgeous boob, and that he wanted to feel my tit. 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 sentence, 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 Friend with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something ill-timed, 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 ca-ca sexual insinuation's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my digit. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't further the site. I would sleep over from prison term to sentence, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a lilliputian. The first few meter, 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 drinking. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that dark. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring rummy, and Michelle went upstairs to her way 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 hired man on my boob. I opened my eyes, 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 eyes, so I quickly closed them again, wanting to see where this was going. If I wasn't awake, it couldn't be my demerit, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my mammilla, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tum, to the waistline of my underwear, and then under. I didn't vesture pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in dungaree. I felt his fingerbreadth in my myopic little whorl, and then his finger was rubbing my clit.

He put his hand down a little 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 finger me getting wet, because he added a second fingerbreadth. He started fucking away at me with his digit, licking and sucking my titty, rubbing the other one with his other hand. I couldn't aid it, my pelvis started lifting into his finger, trying to get them deeper, 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 hired man 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 moisture at his tip. Without a Holy Writ, he dropped his knickers to the background, as I wiggled out of my underclothes, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck, and fucking me with his fingerbreadth again, and I moaned low in my throat. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his midst cock up to my snatch, and slowly started to enroll me. He got about half way in, and then had to pull 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 uteri, his testis 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 meter 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 horse. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my hands on his genu, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would move him. He placed his palms on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipple. I could feel myself getting set up 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 twat clutches his impregnable hammer. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my abdomen, pulling me up against his breast, and started banging me from behind. With his hands on my rose hip, he rammed his hard aching cock into my slick passion tunnel over and over again. All I could listen was the slap, slap, smacking of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my hired man, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his glob. He leaned forward, biting my backbone and my neck, as his shaft started shooting hot, thick ropes of cum straight up into my cervix uteri, triggering another monolithic orgasm in me, shoving his rooster all the way into me with each jet, 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 catch my hint, trying to compute out what the hell on earth just happened. It was amazing, the right sex I'd ever had, but this was my cousin's, no, make that my easily 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 mouth, that same mouth started kissing him. His bridge player 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 mouth to mouth, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just consume tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to invoke 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 drink of water. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a proven service on hangovers."

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