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 drink on the way. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it seemed any time I DID pledge, it was at Michelle's house. We were closer than cousins, more like dear friends. We had gotten even closer after she split up with her husband. There was only a little bit of stress, because although she trusted me completely, she was sure that her husband wanted me, and on some horizontal surface I wanted him back. I would never tell her, but her instincts were right on. He was aphrodisiacal, and if he hadn't been her hubby, I would have already fucked him. But he had been her husband, and they had a girl together. Because of that daughter, my lilliputian Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to live together, albeit in separate bedrooms. So every fourth dimension I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guys that everyone wanted to be with as a teenager. The hot macho-man 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 twelvemonth, they got together, got married, and had a kid. But whenever there was a party, or a cookout, or a breeze, or basically any excuse at all, Dan would drink. And not just one. He didn't check until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self preservation. rightfield in front of Michelle, he would recite me that I had gorgeous boob, and that he wanted to palpate my nipples. She would get mad, and they would go home base. He even smacked my ass a few times. The worst was when he was talking to us both at the Sami 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 quiver, 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 wrong, she had just grown apart from him. When he was sober, he would distinguish me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would make intimate innuendo's, one time even sucking a blueberry bush from my finger's breadth. As very much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't promote the situation. I would sleep over from fourth dimension to time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a minuscule. The world-class 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 boozing. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that Night. 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 bread and butter elbow 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 optic, and Dan was sitting on the English 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 fault, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my head, and then I felt his mouth around my mamilla, sucking deeply and flicking his knife. I felt his hand travel down my potbelly, to the shank of my underclothing, and then under. I didn't wear pants when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to log Z's in jeans. I felt his fingerbreadth in my short little lock, and then his digit was rubbing my clit.

He put his hand down a little further, and slowly pushed a finger's breadth up into my tunnel, with his thumb circling my clitoris. He started moving his finger in and out of me, and I knew he could feel me getting wet, because he added a second fingerbreadth. He started fucking away at me with his fingers, licking and sucking my boob, rubbing the other one with his other hand. I couldn't assistance it, my rosehip started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeper, and my paw moved to the hump in his pants. I opened my eye again, this sentence looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his trouser, releasing his rooster. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full-of-the-moon nine inches, and I could feel the bead of moisture at his tip. Without a Christian Bible, he dropped his pants 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 pharynx. He took my back talk with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick turncock 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 hips back and forth, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my cervix uteri, his egg 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 rosehip in time to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to take aim more and more of him inside me. Suddenly he rolled us, so that he was on his vertebral column 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 articulatio genus, arching my backrest, knowing how the sight of my jiggling tit would move him. He placed his medallion on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my tit. I could finger myself getting quick to cum, so I brought his font up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my climax rip through me and I squealed into his mouth, feeling my twat clench his strong dick. 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 work force on my rosehip, he rammed his strong aching stopcock into my slick passion tunnel over and over again. All I could hear was the smack, slap, smack of his thigh against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his balls. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck opening, as his stopcock started shooting hot, heavyset roach of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive orgasm in me, shoving his cock all the way into me with each spurt, until finally, after at least ten reverse lightning of cum, he collapsed, panting, unable to move.

We didn't move for at to the lowest degree ten minutes, as I lay there trying to grab my breath, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. It was amazing, the good sex I'd ever had, but this was my first 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 happen again."leaving my rima oris, that same rima oris started kissing him. His hired man 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 back talk to speak, he laid a digit 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 shake 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 drinking of water. I'm going back to bed now. You should booze some too, it's a try out help on hangovers."

He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the living elbow room. I quickly shut my eye, breathing in and out deeply, pretending to be asleep. After a minute or two, I heard her go back to the kitchen, get some body of water, and take the air back on a higher floor. That was finale. I then drifted off back to log Z's, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .