At one point, I made it seven months without cheating on my wife. That may not sound like much to most people, but it was huge for me. Without the constant craving for cock, I had more time for work, exercise and hobbies. But it doesn't take much to send me reeling back down the hole of porn, Grindr and secret hookups. This time it was a billboard for a strip club. Two sultry eyes rimmed with heavy, black eyeliner peered at me from the side of the interstate on the way home from work. Every time I passed by, I had to grit my teeth and force myself to think about anything but acting out. I would recite the names of state capitals, or try to remember the lyrics to old Def Leppard songs. It worked for weeks, and then one day it didn't.
The air conditioner in my office made a loud knock one Tuesday morning and then started spewing hot air. It was an absolute scorcher outside, and my office quickly turned into an oven, so I headed home to work from my living room. Those two eyes reached out and grabbed me as I whizzed by on the interstate. I suddenly realized I was heading to an empty house and that my wife wouldn't be home for hours. I didn't even try to distract myself. I already knew what I was going to do.
As soon as I got home, I grabbed my personal laptop off the kitchen counter and headed for the bedroom. I got into porn-viewing position with a pillow on my lap and the laptop on the pillow. I leaned back against the head board and found a video of Kirsten Price stripping off a tight, purple dress. I've never tried heroin, but it couldn't be any better than the first rush from looking at porno after months of abstinence. I downloaded Grindr to my phone and began my search.
After about a half hour, I found a married guy named Harold. We had chatted many times before, and we almost hooked up a couple times, but he backed out at the last minute both times. I sent him a quick "hi," and we started catching up. He apologized for backing out of earlier encounters and asked when I was free again.
"How about now?" I asked.
Harold was serious about meeting this time. His BMW pulled into my driveway about 25 minutes later. By the time he arrived, I had on my my wife's lacy, black bra and matching boyshort panties. I had spritzed myself with her perfume and put on her fire-red lipstick.
I could hear from behind the closed front door as Harold turned off his car, opened the car door and then shut it. My heart pounded in the silence as he made his way to the front door of the house. He knocked lightly, as if he didn't want anyone to hear. I opened the door and stood to the side to let him in. I was pleased to see he was just as he advertised himself-- a typical middle age guy with a dad bod dressed in khakis and a green button-down shirt.
Harold nodded at me without saying a word. I could tell he was nervous. He was probably less experienced than he had claimed in our conversations. No matter, though.
"Let's go fuck in the bedroom," I said.
He followed me down the hall to the bedroom, where I had a porno video playing on the laptop. It was a compilation of guys double-penetrating sluts and cumming on their faces. I found myself identifying with the sluts. Harold just kind of stood there looking at me, wondering what to do.
"Do you like foreplay, or do you want to get right into fucking?" I asked.
"Let's just fuck," he said.
I nodded and slipped off my panties, while Harold stripped off his office wear. I left the bra on. I loved how the cups squeezed my tits. It made me feel feminine. I laid back on my wife's side of the bed with my legs open and put a pillow under my ass to make access easier for Harold. When he was totally naked, he crawled between my legs and guided his prick between my butt cheeks.
Harold paused for a moment, as if he were having second thoughts, and then he pushed himself inside me. It hurt like it always does when a prick pierces my hole. What's really strange is that I could almost feel his hesitancy slip away the deeper his cock went. The whole time his ice, blue eyes burned into mine like an invisible laser beam. I felt something I'd never before experienced. It was a new emotion so odd and ephemeral it almost defies words.
"Fuck me," I gasped. "Make me be your new wife."
Harold's sausage suddenly quit making forward progress up my anal love hole. It seemed he had reached maximum penetration.
"Do you want this cock?" he whispered.
"Yes," I said.
"Tell me how bad you want it," he said.
"Give it to me, baby," I said. "I'm your new wife. Fuck me good."
Without another word, Harold thrust his hips forward. He must've had three inches left to shove inside me. A lightning bolt of pure pleasure shot through my body. I heard an involuntary "uh" pop from my mouth and echo off the bedroom walls.
"You like that?" Harold asked.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I said. "Gimme more."
