The next time I met Larry was exactly one week after our first hook-up. I never learned specifics, but apparently his wife was out of the house and had little chance of coming home each Wednesday morning. That bode well for the future of our "marriage." As any secretly bi married guy will tell you, the hardest part of hooking up is finding a place to do it. But Larry's place was consistently available, at least for a few hours once a week.
I knocked on the door a few minutes after 10, and he answered wearing a pink body suit. He stepped to the side so I could slip into the foyer. He closed the door and locked it behind me, then turned to face me.
"Do you like my wife's lingerie?" he asked.
He stood in the half-light of the mid-morning sun with a sly grin on his face. He had on fire-red lipstick and heavy black eyeliner. It did little to mask his masculinity. Larry totally looked like a dude wearing makeup and women's clothes. The neckline plunged almost to his belly button, leaving his hairy chest exposed. His cock looked like a log covered in hot-pink lace.
"Yes, I like your wife's lingerie," I said, "and I love how you look in it."
Larry took a step forward and draped his arms daintily around my neck but stayed far enough back that the rest of our bodies remained a few centimeters apart. His perfume smelled like juicy citrus wrapped in sultry vanilla. We looked deep into each other's eyes.
"I want to be your wife today," he said. "Make me feel desired, make me feel loved."
"She doesn't do that for you, does she?" I asked.
He shook his head and whispered, "No."
"I can," I said.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled his body against mine. Our lips came together like magnets, and our tongues started darting in and out of each other's mouths. Kissing him felt so right. Even though he was dressed like a woman, the energy he gave off was mostly masculine. My cock stiffened. He began to dry-hump my cock through my khaki pants. I felt at one with him. The vibes emanating from our bodies sprung from our shared truth.
Larry grabbed me by the hand and led me to the bedroom. I watched his ass on the way. The back of the body suit crept up his ass crack like it was trying to crawl up there. It made his butt look surprisingly feminine despite the light hair on the cheeks.
We turned a corner and were in the bedroom. The gray blanket with white stripes was spread across the bed again, and porn was playing on the wall-mounted TV. We paused to watch. This time the video was a split-screen compilation of women getting fucked missionary style. In each of the three vertical panels, the woman was looking right at the camera while a guy reamed her. All that was visible of the guy was his prick. Every 20 or 30 seconds one of the panels switched to a different woman. Moans and ecstatic shrieks from all three panels mixed together poured from the TV's speakers.
I slipped behind Larry and wrapped my arms around his body. My hands slid from his waist to his tits. No one would call him fat, but he did have very slight man-boobs. I squeezed them gently and kissed his neck. Larry's pressed ass into my hard cock, and I instinctively found my way to his ass crack. The lump in my pants positioned itself like a hot dog in a bun. I started dry-humping him. We watched the sluts on the screen take cock in their pussies. I loved how they made eye contact with the camera the whole time. In my mind, Larry became a sultry blonde with big tits.
"I love you, baby," I said. "I want to be inside you."
My tongue flicked Larry's ear. It triggered something inside him. He just about tore off the bodysuit. I took the cue and quickly stripped naked, flinging my collared shirt and khaki pants into the corner. Larry flopped onto the bed and spread his legs like a whore. I climbed on top of him.
"Fuck me," he said. "I'm your wife, and my hole is already lubed."
My cock slipped between his butt cheeks and hit an impenetrable wall. Larry reached down to guide my head to his hole. It was just then that reality of what was happening hit me. Larry had cum in my wife's panties and I in his. But anal sex was a giant step beyond, at least in my mind. It was the ultimate taboo. I knew that once I entered him we would cross a line. It wouldn't be my first time, but still the weight of it all hung on me.
