Fucing Fans of My Stories

One of my favorite parts of writing for Literotica is the comments from readers. It is so hot to know how many married men have as much or more sex with married men than I do. When I first started, I felt like the only one. But the internet has brought us together, and now we can be the total sluts we want to be.

Quite a few emails flooded my inbox after publication of my most recent story, "Cumming in Our Wives Panties." I replied to as many as I could and ended up in a correspondence with a married man from the Atlanta area who goes by Bi Married. Our ages, stories and motivations sounded similar from the start. It turned out that he travels to my town four-five times a year for business. He stays about a week on each visit and has to work only half days. He cross-dresses, edges to porn and tries to hook up with guys in his hotel room the rest of the time. I asked where he stays when in town. I popped a boner as soon as I received his reply. His regular hotel is not even five minutes from my office.

"We need to hook up next time I am there!" he wrote.

"Fuck yes," I replied.

We found each other on Grindr and continued our conversation there. Mostly we shared stories about our sex lives. It turned out that Bi Married was having an affair with a woman in his neighborhood. She would invite him over when her husband was at work or traveling out of town. They usually fucked in the bed where she slept with her husband, Bi Married told me. He got off on doing this woman in the same place her husband does and enjoyed learning from my stories that others also liked desecrating the marital bed. He told me that he hooks up with guys usually about six or seven times a year, almost exclusively when he travels for work. His most recent encounter had been on a trip two months earlier when he blew a married guy in his hotel room. What I really loved about Bi Married was that he was clearly a sex addict living a double life, just as I was, and his wife had no idea.

The app usually showed that he was about 150 miles from me, but one day I checked and saw he was four miles away. It was a total shock. He hadn't mentioned anything about a business trip. My heart started to pound.

"Are you in town," I asked over the app.

"Yeah," he replied. "Work emergency. Came in late last night. Wrapping up soon. Wanna fuck when I'm done?"

I sent him a picture of my hard dick. He popped it with a heart.

"I'm thinking a quick fuck-and-go the first time," he wrote. "I'll leave the door slightly open and will be on the bed doggy style. I'll pull aside my thong. You breed me and go. No talking."

"Totally down with that," I replied. "I need to be totally honest-- I'll probably cum in like three strokes. I am super horny."

"That's perfect," me replied. "Cum inside me as quickly as you can, then just go. I'll probably want to do more later."

I hit his message with a heart.

"Will text you when I am ready," he wrote.

"Perfect."

I tried to concentrate on work but could not. Instead I watched videos of Twistys girls doing stripteases on my phone. My body was a hurricane of sexual frenzy by the time my phone buzzed with Bi Married's next message.

"Ready in 5," he wrote. "Room 1110. First hallway on the right, follow the signs."

"On the way," I replied.

My chest thudded as I rushed to my car, started the engine and headed for the hotel. Traffic was light in the hot midday sun. I looked at Twistys striptease videos at the red lights. It was 12:01 on my dashboard clock when I pulled into a space next to the three-story Hampton Inn. Even after all these hookups, I had that moment of hesitation before opening the car door and stepping toward the entrance.

"Should I do it?" I asked myself.

After a heart beat's pause, the sexual beast within roared back, "Yes, of course, you should!"

A glass automatic door slid open, and I walked intp the lobby. I found the hallway to the right, more resolved than ever to fuck Bi Married up the ass. His room was at the end of a long hallway. The door was propped open as promised, purplish darkness filling the crack between the door and the jamb.

When I pushed my way into the room, my eyes fell upon a middle-age white guy wearing a pink pixie-cut wig. He was on all fours with his ass at the end of a bed, illuminated only by the flashing images from a Julie Roberts movie on the TV. He wore a white half-shirt, a neon pink thong bikini bottom and sheer white stockings with lace around the thighs. Bi Married didn't come close to passing as a woman. That was hot to me. I like passable, but there is something about sex with a non-passable CD that is super-charged with filth.

I closed the door behind me.

"I'm lubed," he said. "Just fuck me."

I tore off my shirt and undershirt, then kicked off my shoes and socks and dropped my pants and boxers. Bi Married unscrewed a small brown poppers bottle and took two giant whiffs, one for each nostril, and replaced the cap. I waved off his offer of a snort. I didn't need any help getting hard, and I already knew my prolonged state of sexual agitation was going to cause me to blow my load more quickly than I wanted.

Bi Married reached back to pull aside the strip of neon pink thread strung lengthwise in his ass crack, and I stepped forward with my engorged love rod. The head found his proffered hole with no awkwardness, as if by instinct. I pushed my hips forward, and suddenly I was inside him. It felt so good to merge with this man who understood my depravity in a way few did.

"Uhhhhhhhhh," he said softly.

I wish I could say we fucked for three hours straight, but it literally lasted about 10 seconds. Something about him cross dressing, being married and willing to go bareback swirled my sexual storm into a Category 5. It was impossible to hold back. I dumped a powerful load inside him in a series of body-shivering spurts.

As soon as the last drop squeezed from the tip, I pulled out and immediately started dressing. The old familiar shame flooded my veins as I pulled on my pants. I could see Bi Married was feeling it, too. He remained frozen in the doggy style position as I finished putting on my clothes. Neither of us spoke a word. I broke the silence only when I was inserting my foot into my second shoe.

"Be safe," I said.

"You, too," he replied.

I reached for the knob on the door, stepped out and headed for the car. I drove back to the office with the radio off. Bi Married and I didn't hookup again that week but have been in touch and will likely be seeing each other soon on his next trip to town.

One thing I learned from the encounter: It was super hot to fuck a reader, and I'd do it again.

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This is a pretty good representation of how my hookups go. Probably about half of them have lasted five minutes or less. Either the other guy or I cum, and it's all over. The brevity doesn't make them any less exciting or satisfying than longer sessions. What I like about quick cum-and-go hookups is how obvious it becomes that the other guy and me are using each other for sex. There is nothing more to it, no complications. I also love violating taboos. Nothing is so hot as telling a stranger my darkest secrets and then meeting for an impersonal cum-dump that lasts about as long as the commercials on a TV show. Think about how that would look in the real world:

"What did you do for lunch, Fred?"

"Fucked a total stranger up the ass in the same bed where he fucks his wife."

I mean, really, how would a regular person take that?

Almost all of the 80 or 90 guys I've met have been married, and most of the rest have had serious girlfriends or fiancees. It turns me on to know that when we are done, these guys will have to go home and look their women in the eye, and my presence will still be there, even if it's only in their minds. My lips will still be on his cock, his lips will be on mine and my sperm will be swimming inside his asshole.

I love that Bi Married wanted my dick, and he loved feeling dirty for wanting it. I know both sides because I flip-flop between the two as the situation dictates. In both situations it's as if the other guy and me are playing a game of chicken and don't want to be doing it, but feel a deep urge to continue. Most of the time someone bows out, makes up an excuse for why he can't meet or just disappears from the app. But sometimes the stars align, and we collide. For those of us who go through with it, we have to do it to continuously prove to each other it can really happen. This first-hand experience will fill our porn-fueled fantasies until the next hookup, sometimes hours away, sometimes months.

Longer hookups have their own appeal. Some of my best have been the basis of my other stories, which are mostly true with a few embellishments for spice. I won't go over what I like about longer hookups here because I think I've laid it out in my other stories. But I'll say that I think my longest encounter was about a half hour when I drank a couple beers with a guy while edging to porn for about 15 minutes. Then I fucked him up the ass, and watched porn about 10 more minutes. Then he blew me, and I shot my load in his mouth.

As of the writing of this piece, I've had only one more hookup since meeting Bi Married. There isn't a whole lot to tell about that one, except that I met a guy on Grindr, he invited me to his house while his wife was at work, we stripped naked and I jacked him off while we watched porn in his living room. Then I left.

But I can feel my sex addiction rapidly advancing. As little as a couple years ago I had my extramarital hookups down to three-four guys a year. This year I am already at nine still with nearly a half of a year to go. Lately, I've been watching porn for at least three to four hours a day, but usually more like seven or eight. While writing this, I've been checking Grindr every few minutes. A guy who came in my mouth about four months ago just buzzed me, and I'm about to see what's up for today.

How about you? I'd love to hear more from my readers. How long was your shortest quickie? Did you like it? Have you ever met someone through Literotica? What happened? What other naughty adventures have you had lately?

Before I go, I want to thank Literotica for bringing Bi Married and me together, and I'd like to thank Bi Married for some of the hottest, nastiest sex I've had in a while. I'm looking forward to spending more time with you soon.