My last appointment with my sex therapist was just a few days after the Fourth of July. He told me I’d made good progress and that even though our sessions were over I should go to Sex Addicts Anonymous meetings for “maintenance” treatment. That was three months ago. I started relapsing yesterday. I’ve had sex with three guys since then, all of them married dudes I met on Grindr. I never did go to those meetings.

My first relapse was with Larry, a guy I’d first met a couple years earlier. He likes to wear his wife’s slutty lingerie and her makeup. I know he’s an important guy in town and that he owns a very recognizable business. He has probably 100 people working for him, but when he cross-dresses, he’s a total submissive slut. Like me, he had a secret sex life his wife didn’t know about. We reconnected on a Monday morning around 10. Both of us were on Grindr looking for a hookup. We chatted a while, and he invited me over.

Larry lives in a brick, two-story McMansion in a new, high-end subdivision just outside of town. His wife travels for work a couple times a month, which means Larry’s house is often available for hookups. I parked behind his black BMW SUV, went up to the front door and knocked softly, as if I were afraid someone would hear. My heart was racing. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t believe I was doing it again.

The door opened a crack, and I slipped inside. Larry was standing on the other side, careful to be sure no one could peek through the opening and see him. All the shades in the house were drawn. When he closed the door and locked it, I had a chance to take a look at him. He had on his wife’s lacy, white bra, matching panties and thigh-high stockings. His face was painted with heavy, black eyeliner and mascara and bright, red lipstick. He didn’t look close to passing as a woman, but I loved that he was playing the role.

I lunged at him. My body collided with his, and I shoved my tongue into his mouth. He inhaled sharply in surprise but quickly relaxed. He draped his arms around my neck and accepted my kiss. I noticed he was wearing his wife’s perfume as we made out in the foyer. My hard cock pressed into the warmth of his body. His hard cock pushed into my thigh.

After a minute of passionate tongue lashing, Larry pulled his head away.

“Let’s go fuck on my wife’s side of the bed,” he said.

“Fuck yeah,” I said.

I watched his ass swing back and forth as he led me to the bedroom. Larry was definitely letting out his inner twat. His smooth ass wrapped in those lacy panties almost could’ve passed for a woman’s behind.

As soon as we passed into the bedroom, I grabbed Larry by the hips and stopped him in his tracks. Animal instinct took over, and I damn near tore off his panties. My cock was ready for some love.

“I’m already lubed,” he said.

I spun him around and pushed him onto the bed. He landed flat on his back with a bounce. I pulled off my T-shirt and pushed my jeans and boxers to the floor. Larry was laying there with his legs spread. His throbbing cock poked toward the ceiling.

“Want to be my wife?” I asked.

“Yeah, baby, make me your wife,” he said breathlessly.

This was how we initiated the game. We were pretending to be married. He was the wife. I was the husband. We were doing what wives and husbands do.

I slid my naked body between Larry’s legs and positioned my hard prick between his butt cheeks. I let the head press against his bunghole but didn’t enter. Our eyes met and locked together. The feeling was ultra-magnetic. An unspoken “I can’t believe we’re doing this again” passed between us.

“I love you, baby,” Larry said.

“I love you, too,” I said. “Do you want my cock?”

The swollen head of my member breached his hole ever so slightly.

“Oh, baby, yes,” he said, and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he meant it.

So I thrust forward. Larry inhaled deeply muğla escort and scrunched his face into a wince as my prick pushed into him. His ass felt like a tight, warm glove around my cock. I started rocking my hips softly. Larry’s wince quickly faded into a pure bliss trance. I started pumping faster. Soon my balls were slapping off his ass cheeks. I heard myself grunting. It kept getting harder to hold in my jizz. I knew I would have to blow my load soon.

“Do you want me to cum inside you?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” Larry said breathlessly. “Make me be your wife.”

I lost it right there. My eyes locked with Larry’s, and cum gushed from my cock in hot spurts. He moaned with pleasure. I came for a long time. Larry’s bunghole adsorbed every last drop.

Something magical happened when I pulled out. I’m usually ready to bolt as soon as I bust a nut, but this time I noticed the pre-cum leaking from the tip of Larry’s engorged cock. He was ready to burst, too. Without even thinking about it, I plunged my mouth over the head. My head bobbed only two or three times before his hot, salty cum blasted into my mouth. I let him squirt until he was ready to pull out. With his jizz in my mouth, I positioned my lips over his. He knew what to do. Larry opened up, and I let his jizz ooze into his mouth. When the transfer was complete, I flicked his cum-drizzled lips with the tip of my tongue and stood up.

I felt so dirty yet so good.

“Let’s do this again soon,” I said, while reaching for my pants.

Larry swallowed his own load and said, “Fuck yeah.”

I dressed as quickly as I could and bolted for the door. Shame washed over me as I opened the door and stepped into the mid-afternoon sun. I got into my car and nearly squealed the tires while pulling out of the driveway.

All the familiar regrets started parading through my brain as I made my way home. “I shouldn’t have done that.” “I’m never doing that again.”

Yeah, right.

By the time I was home, I wanted to do it again. I opened my laptop, brought up a compilation video of transsexuals fucking each other up the ass and started looking for another hookup on Grindr. My luck was unbelievable. A married guy I’d been wanting to fuck for weeks was on the app. His screen name was Panties, and he had a thing for raiding his stepdaughter’s lingerie drawer. She was 19 and had a huge collection of Victoria’s Secret lingerie. He liked to model her bras and panties for the camera.

I sent him a quick “hello,” and we chatted for a while. I could tell he was super horny. He told me his wife and stepdaughter were out of town for a few days, and he kept asking me about my most recent hookup and what I did during it. I told him about fucking Larry, and then he asked when I did it.

“Actually, just an hour ago,” I wrote.

“Want another?” he asked.

By now, you probably know my response: “Fuck yeah.”

Twenty minutes later, I was pulling into his driveway in a suburb just south of town. Panties lived in a white, two-story home with black shutters. A well-manicured lawn spread out in front of the house. I parked and walked up the concrete path to the front door. I didn’t have to knock. Panties opened the door as I approached. I stepped inside the darkened foyer, and we nodded greetings to each other.

“Let’s fuck in my stepdaughter’s room,” he said, while closing and locking the door.

Blood rushed to my cock.

“Oh, hell yes,” I whispered.

Panties led me up the stairs and down a hallway. Even before we turned to enter his daughter’s room, I could hear the moans. He had a laptop on the bed playing a video of a barely legal blonde getting fucked by about 50 guys. One after the other, they were taking turns cumming on her face and in her pussy.

Next to the laptop on the fluffy, pink comforter was a lacy, black bra and matching panties.

“Those muğla escort bayan are hers,” he said while gesturing to the lingerie.

My eyes quickly scanned the room. On a shelf hung over a desk by the window stood a photo of four young women, all wearing bikinis. They had their arms around each other and were smiling. A palm tree stood in the background. I picked up the photo and took a close look.

“Is one of these her?” I asked.

“The red bikini,” he said.

She was stunningly beautiful and totally fuckable with her big, natural titties threatening to spill out of her bikini top. When I looked closely, I could see the slightest camel toe between her legs.

“Want to smell her pussy?” Panties asked.

He snatched the lacy, black panties off the bed and handed them to me.

“Check out the crotch,” he said.

I turned the garment inside out. A whitish crust covered the black fabric. I pressed it to my nose and inhaled the must. Panties was totally turned on. I looked him in the eye and dragged my tongue across the pussy juice stain.

Panties totally lost it. He pulled down his khaki pants.

“I want you to fuck me now,” he said.

We both stripped naked, throwing our clothes to the side. While Panties greased his ass with KY Jelly, I grabbed the bra and wrapped it around my chest. I put it on backwards first. It was a sexy bra with only one clasp. As soon as I fastened it, I spun the cups around to the front and threaded my arms through the straps. I loved how the bra felt on me. It was like two pairs of hands feeling my tits.

Panties climbed onto the bed and got on his hands and knees, facing the laptop screen. I got into position behind him. We didn’t even discuss whether to use a condom. We both knew it wasn’t happening.

“Show me how you would fuck my stepdaughter,” Panties said.

The head of my cock slipped inside him. I didn’t even think about it. My cock just knew where it wanted to go. I eased my entire fuckstick into him very slowly.

“Ooooooooh, fuuuuuuuck,” Panties said.

Then I started pulling back just as slowly. Panties gasp. I started pumping him slowly, like an oil derrick on the plains. He loosened his body as he adapted to my prick inside him. I looked over at the picture of his stepdaughter and tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck her pussy. She had blonde hair. Her pubes were probably the same color.

“I want to fuck your stepdaughter’s cunt,” I said.

My body instinctively started picking up the pace. I heard my balls slapping off Panties’ butt cheeks.

“What’s her name?” I demanded.

“Sarah!” he said.

“You want to fuck Sarah’s little pussy?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah,” he moaned. “Use my ass like Sarah’s pussy.”

I was really fucking him hard, thrusting with all my might.

“Cum inside me!” he said.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My jizz gushed long and hard. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms of my life.

When I pulled out, I sat on the bed with my back against the wall. Panties’ cock was hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

“Cum in Sarah’s panties,” I said.

Panties’ eyes lit up. He grabbed Sarah’s panties off the comforter, quickly found the crotch and rubbed the white stain on his cock. After only a few strokes, he covered his dickhead with the panties and hunched over. He grunted while shooting his load right into the crotch. When he finished, Panties unfolded the garment and showed me the slimy messy covering the white stain.

I locked eyes with him and rolled into doggy-style position. Then I seductively crawled across the bed to where he was holding the panties laid out in his hands, as if offering me a pie. A cream pie. I lowered my head and licked Panties’ jizz out of the crotch. The look on his face was priceless. It was clear we would be hooking up again soon. I could just feel escort muğla it.

I got dressed quickly and bolted for the door without a word.

The shame began to hit on the drive home. I couldn’t believe I had done it again. I’d cheated on my wife with two guys. I couldn’t even make it four months without a hookup. What was the matter with me? At the same time, I was having a lot of fun. The day’s festivities consisted of two of the hottest hookups of my life.

As I pondered all this, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my wife: “Have to work late. Sorry! Don’t wait up for dinner.” I looked at the clock in the car’s radio. It was only 3:45. I had at least three hours before she was home, probably more like four or five.

My heart raced as I rounded the corner into our driveway. I parked, took a breath and decided to go for one more hookup. I dashed inside and did a couple bong hits. Then I fired up the laptop and checked Grindr. I was in luck. A married guy who lives a block away was online and looking.

“Wanna fuck?” I asked. “Right now. For real.”

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Come over now,” I wrote. “I’ll be in the bedroom wearing my wife’s bra. Ass will be lubed. Just fuck me.”

“Five minutes,” he wrote.

As you may have guessed, we’d done this many times in the past. There was no need to trade photos. We could just get right down to it.

I went to my wife’s lingerie drawer and plucked out a red Victoria’s Secret bra with sheer red cups. I clipped together the clasps in front of my chest and spun the cups to the front. Then I strung my arms through the straps. I felt like such a slut.

Then I grabbed some KY Jelly out of the nightstand drawer and lubed my bunghole with my fingers. I wiped the excess on a towel in the bathroom. My heart thumped. I knew the front door would swing open at any moment.

I ran to my laptop and frantically searched for a compilation video of transsexuals fucking other transsexuals. I found a great one and hit play, cranking the volume to the maximum level so the grunts and moans echoed off the walls. Then I laid on my back with my legs spread. I positioned the laptop to the side so we both would be able to see.

The married guy arrived right on cue. I heard the door open, then shut and finally his tennis shoes creaking the floorboards. When he came into the bedroom, our eyes met. I could see his surprise.

“Come fuck me,” I said. “No condom.”

He tore off his T-shirt, shoes, jeans and boxers. He stroked it twice to get hard and climbed on top of me.

“Don’t hold back,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”

He slid his prick between my butt cheeks. Then he looked down to confirm his rod was lined up with my hole. Once he was in position, he rammed his meat inside me. It was like a lightning bolt to the brain. He started pumping hard and fast. Each stroke felt like another crash of thunder.

“You fucking whore,” he said breathlessly.

“Fuck me, baby,” I said. “Punish me for being gay.”

That really got him riled up. He was hitting me with all he had. My cock was hard and dripping pre cum.

“You faggot slut,” he said. “You dirty, gay homosexual.”

The guy was deep in a lust trance. So was I.

“Cum inside me,” I said.

He busted his load at that moment as if on command. Feeling his sperm blast into me made me shoot my load. I hit myself in the face.

The married dude pulled out and immediately started getting dressed. He knew the drill. No conversation. Just get dressed and get out. He was gone in under a minute.

I went to the bathroom and used a towel to wipe the jizz off my face. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. There I was wearing my wife’s bra with a married guy’s load up my ass. In a single day, I’d fucked two married guys in the ass and let one married guy fuck me up the ass.

The shame started to creep through my body, as I took off my wife’s bra and folded it as neatly as I could. I put it back in the drawer and then got dressed.

Like I said, all that happened yesterday. What happens now? When will it end? Who knows? All I know is I am relapsing hard. As I write this, I’ve got Grindr open on my phone.

And it just buzzed.