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I've Fucked Up
Not two months ago, I attended the wedding of a family member. Everyone was there, including my brother-in-law whom I've had a crush on since meeting him. Now, when I say brother-in-law, allow me to elaborate.
My step-dad has two daughters and one of them is married to this man. For now, we'll call him Mr. R. While not technically my brother-in-law, I've called him that on a few occasions.
The wedding had long finished and we'd all headed back to our hotel rooms. I'm not much of a drinker and I was pretty sober so I logged onto my laptop for a few hours (I stay up late, it's my curse).
About an hour after everything had settled down, I heard someone knocking on one of my neighbour's doors. Most of them were relatives in some way or another, so I poked my head out to see if someone had maybe locked themselves out of their room or something.
There was Mr. R, knocking on K (my actual brother's) door, quite loudly. I asked him what was wrong and he asked me where K was because he'd had an argument with his wife and needed a place to sleep tonight. K, I knew had gone out of the hotel at the end of the night because a few of the men had wanted to keep drinking and I told Mr. R this and invited him to stay in mine instead.
At this point, anything happening was the furthest from my mind, please understand. I love my sister very much and the guilt I'm feeling right now can't even be described.
I was a little worried because I knew they'd been having difficulties and I didn't want to see the guy put of his room for the night. He seemed okay with sleeping in mine, so in he came.
So, yeah I'd always had a crush on him but it was just that. A stupid crush because we have the same interests and he's downright handsome, especially in a suit. There was only a single bed in my room, because duh, single person and he offered to take the armchair in the corner.
I wasn't fussed but he still seemed like he wanted to talk, so I opened the minibar and poured him something to take his nerves away. Eventually, we ended up sitting on the floor and he was just spilling his heart to me about how tough things were getting between them. I still wasn't drinking much at this point.
We talked for ages, leaning against the foot of the bed and as he got slightly more drunk from whatever I was taking from the minibar, he got slightly more cheerful. He said something really funny and I was laughing, I remember, trying not to wake the people on the opposite side of me and I recall Shaun of the Dead being on the TV as well. Stupid thing to remember at this point, yeah, but it's crazy how much I can recall.
I leaned on his shoulder when I was finished laughing and he kissed the top of my head. I didn't think that was weird. He'd done it before. We wrestled all the time too, because he did it with my other sister and he said since I was part of the family now, I wasn't being let off with it.
He grabbed me around my neck and pulled me to the floor and I was going to yell at him because the beer went everywhere but I didn't get the chance because he went and kissed me full on the mouth.
I was so surprised I didn't do anything for ages until he pulled away and began to say he was sorry. I was so shocked but I still tried to calm him down because he looked like he was about to freak out. He kept apologizing and I just, didn't think. I kissed him and I feel like such an utter bitch for it.
I'm the worst person in the world and I know it, and I was thinking it right then but it didn't stop me and what the fuck does that say about me? I can't blame alcohol because I was sober. I could have stopped it at any time and kept my stupid crush where it belonged.
We ended up on the bed, having sex. I don't even think we got our clothes off all the way for fuck's sake. How was it? Amazing. When I was in the moment, I was loving it and thinking back on how much I was enjoying it makes me want to cry.
I loved every second with him. He knew where to touch me and how to make me shake and I still remember shushing him in case anyone else heard because we were getting quite loud.
We had sex again about an hour later, without clothes that time and it was even better, I'll admit right here.
But the best and worst part was when he climaxed and he moaned my name. It was the best feeling at the time and when I think about it, I get a little rush of pride followed by a colossal shadow of guilt for even thinking that way.
When he'd sobered up the next morning, we talked about it and what was going to happen now. We both agreed to just keep it between us. No-one else has to know and it's better that way for everyone.
We've gone back to normal now. Though I've noticed he's finding chances to be alone with me more. We don't speak about that night but his touches linger a little longer and he stands a little closer than he used to. The worst part is, I don't mind. I let him do it.
What am I going to do?
My best friend was getting married I was her maiden of honor. She is 23 little heavy set but beautiful. I am 18 big tits amazing body and a naughty girl. We got our dresses on I was naked underneath as usual. My nipples were hard and it was obvious. Her husband to be was a catch plus she said he had a big dick and knows how to use it. Her hubby knocked on the door but she said no you can’t see me she asked me to take him to the other room. I took him there. Telling him he can’t see her. Fuck he is so hot my nipples were rock hard and he was staring at them I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. I said you can’t see me stop staring at my nipples he said ok then you can stop staring at my dick. Then we kissed. I got on my knees and sucked that monster. Fuck it was big. I took off my dress he was naked. Omg he fucked me so hard. I came so many times then he came inside me. We were standing up on the stage. They got married before they left he looked down saw a puddle of cum on the ground smiled and left with his wife.
You know what you are going to do the very next time you two are alone.
You gonna fuck him again and again and again till you get pregnant
Yeah, I can't have children. My doctor made that very clear. But thanks for the odd, very unhelpful comment. At least it made me giggle.
Well this ones simple.
You two are either going to have an affair or you're going to become a home wrecker. I'm sorry I'm being blunt but that's how I am. My suggestion is this: you've already had sex. It was great, you admitted that. It's obvious you both want to again. So, have a serious talk with him. Throw down some I breakable rules (like no phone calls, set everything up by anonymous email example: RedSticker123@gmail and refrain from using names.) Be sneaky for the good of your family and most important be honest with each other. If lust becomes love tell one another and make rational decisions to divorce and hook up OR to break off the arrangement for the good of everyone.
IMHO the key is to be at least honest w each other, if neither of you can so that, walk away now & use the memory as a "visual aid" when you need one!
Thank you for your advice. As ashamed as I am to admit it, we are now exchanging emails over an inconspicuous email address. We have yet to do anything again but the emails are risque to say the least.