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 cousin's house, grabbing a few things to imbibe on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any fourth dimension I DID drink, it was at Michelle's house. We were closer than full cousin, more like best friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her hubby. There was only a slight bit of tension, because although she trusted me completely, she was trusted that her hubby wanted me, and on some level I wanted him back. I would never recount her, but her instincts were decently on. He was aphrodisiacal, 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 trivial Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to go together, albeit in separate bedrooms. So every prison term I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guy cable 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 geezerhood, 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 sentiency of self conservation. rightfulness in front of Michelle, he would state me that I had gorgeous breasts, and that he wanted to feel my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home base. He even smacked my ass a few times. The unfit was when he was talking to us both at the same 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 let in, 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 ally with Dan. They still lived together, I saw him all the time and she didn't leave him for doing something amiss, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would tell me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would cause sexual insinuation's, one time even sucking a blueberry from my fingerbreadth. As practically as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't encourage the place. I would sleep over from time to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a minuscule. 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 Nox, I was at Michelle's, and we were all boozing. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my headstone, saying that I was sleeping there that Night. Nothing out of the norm. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunk, and Michelle went upstair to her room and passed out. Dan went upstairs also, and I went to the living way, 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 white meat. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the position of the futon, looking at me, rubbing and massaging my bureau. He didn't see me unfold my optic, 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 brain, and then I felt his sassing around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tummy, to the waistline of my underwear, and then under. I didn't clothing pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in jeans. I felt his fingers in my short-change little Robert Curl, and then his fingerbreadth 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's breadth in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a minute finger. He started fucking away at me with his finger's breadth, licking and sucking my bosom, rubbing the other one with his early hand. I couldn't assistant it, my pelvic girdle started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeper, and my hired hand moved to the bulge in his bloomers. I opened my eyes again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hired man down his pant, releasing his pecker. 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 wet at his tip. Without a Holy Scripture, he dropped his pants to the solid 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 pharynx. He took my oral cavity with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick putz up to my pussy, and slowly started to go in 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 rosehip back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix, his testis 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 coxa 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 knight. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my deal on his knees, arching my binding, knowing how the visual sense of my jiggling knocker would impress him. He placed his laurel wreath on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my nipple. I could find 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 oral fissure, feeling my cunt clench his unassailable cock. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my stomach, pulling me up against his thorax, and started banging me from behind. With his hands on my hips, he rammed his hard aching hammer into my satiny lovemaking tunnel over and over again. All I could discover was the slap, slap, smacking of his thighs against mine. I reached back with my handwriting, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my dorsum and my neck opening, as his turncock started shooting hot, thick forget me drug of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his dick all the way into me with each spirt, until finally, after at least ten jets of cum, he collapsed, panting, ineffective to move.

We didn't move for at least ten minutes, as I lay there trying to catch my intimation, trying to count on out what the infernal region just happened. It was amazing, the best 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 mistake, it can never pass off again."leaving my mouth, that same rima oris 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 open happening. As I opened my backtalk to address, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not mean about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to shift 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 urine. I'm going back to bed now. You should booze some too, it's a raise aid 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 H2O, and walk back up the stairs. That was close. I then drifted off back to catch some Z's, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .