My Cousin 'S Husband
CheatingHave you ever been so drunkard, 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 first cousin's menage, grabbing a few thing to fuddle on the way. I wasn't a heavy imbiber, but it seemed any metre I DID drink, it was at Michelle's family. We were closer than cousin-german, more like full 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 grade I wanted him back. I would never order her, but her inherent aptitude were powerful on. He was sexy, and if he hadn't been her husband, I would have already fucked him. But he had been her hubby, and they had a daughter together. Because of that daughter, my little Lissy, even though they were split up, they continued to know together, albeit in fall apart bedchamber. So every sentence I came over, he was there. Dan was one of those guy that everyone wanted to be with as a adolescent. 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 adjacent 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 hitch until he was wasted. And when he was drunk, he had no sense of self preservation. Right in front of Michelle, he would narrate me that I had gorgeous chest, and that he wanted to feel my mamilla. She would get mad, and they would go home. He even smacked my ass a few sentence. The whip 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 Gemini !"I have to admit, he gave me shiver, I was very sexually attracted to him. But he was my cousin-german's husband, and that was that.
After they split up, I stayed Quaker 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 tell me how much he loved her, and wanted her back, but when he was drinking, he would have intimate innuendo's, one sentence even sucking a blueberry from my fingers. As much as it turned me on, I stayed away and didn't boost the site. I would sleep over from metre to clock time, if I was hanging out with Michelle and drinking a trivial. The inaugural 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 imbibition. I got pretty drunk, and Michelle took my keys, saying that I was sleeping there that night. Nothing out of the average. We proceeded to get rip roaring drunk, and Michelle went up the stairs 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 night, I was awakened to a hand on my titty. I opened my eyes, and Dan was sitting on the side 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 geological fault, right ? I felt my shirt being lifted over my promontory, and then I felt his mouth around my nipple, sucking deeply and flicking his tongue. I felt his hand travel down my tum, to the waist of my underwear, and then under. I didn't wear knickers when I slept over, knowing it wouldn't be comfortable to log Z's in dungaree. I felt his fingerbreadth in my abruptly fiddling coil, and then his digit was rubbing my clit.
He put his hired man down a piddling further, and slowly pushed a digit up into my tunnel, with his quarter round circling my clit. He started moving his finger in and out of me, and I knew he could sense me getting wet, because he added a back finger. He started fucking away at me with his finger's breadth, licking and sucking my tit, rubbing the other one with his early hand. I couldn't assist it, my hips started lifting into his fingers, trying to get them deeper, and my hand moved to the bulge in his pants. I opened my middle again, this time looking right into his, so he knew I was awake, and put my hands down his knickers, releasing his shaft. I slowly started stroking up and down on him, until he grew to his full nine inches, and I could feel the astragal of moisture at his tip. Without a intelligence, he dropped his pants to the ground, as I wiggled out of my underwear, and he laid on top of me. He started kissing my neck opening, and fucking me with his fingers again, and I moaned low in my pharynx. He took my mouth with his, kissing me deeply, as he lined his thick peter up to my pussy, and slowly started to enter me. He got about half way in, and then had to pluck back out and try again. He was at to the lowest degree four inch around.
Slowly working his hips back and Forth River, he finally got all the way in, bumping against my neck, 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 articulatio coxae in metre to his, meeting him as he came down, trying to use up Thomas 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 horse. Using my knees, I lowered and raised myself on his magnificent cock as fast as I could. I leaned back, bracing my paw on his genu, arching my back, knowing how the sight of my jiggling breasts would feign him. He placed his medal on me, sat up, and started sucking and biting on my mammilla. I could experience myself getting ready to cum, so I brought his expression up to mine and started kissing him. I felt my orgasm rip through me and I squealed into his lip, feeling my slit clench his impregnable prick. When I was done cumming, he pulled me off of him and flipped me over onto my breadbasket, pulling me up against his chest, and started banging me from behind. With his hands on my hips, he rammed his hard aching cock into my slick sexual love tunnel over and over again. All I could listen was the slap, slap, smacking of his second joint against mine. I reached back with my hand, underneath, and started cupping and fondling his lump. He leaned forward, biting my back and my neck, as his turncock started shooting hot, thick roach of cum straight up into my cervix, triggering another massive coming in me, shoving his tool all the way into me with each jet, until finally, after at least ten honey oil of cum, he collapsed, panting, ineffectual to move.
We didn't move for at to the lowest degree ten bit, as I lay there trying to enchant my breathing time, trying to cipher out what the hell 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, married man. 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 hap again."leaving my oral fissure, that same backtalk 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 observe happening. As I opened my oral fissure to speak, he laid a finger on it, telling me to shh."Let's not think about anything until tomorrow. Let's just have tonight."He hugged me tight, and I hugged him back, feeling him starting to stir again against my leg.
Just then we heard a door open upstairs. It was Michelle ! He quickly jumped up, putting his knickers 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 water. I'm going back to bed now. You should drink some too, it's a shew assistant on hangovers."
He then walked upstairs, and I heard her walking towards the life room. I quickly shut my optic, 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 on a higher floor. That was nigh. I then drifted off back to sleep, planning how I could do this again, without her ever finding out .