Cumming in Our Wives Panties Ch. 03 by Married_Bi_Horny,Married_Bi_Horny Larry and I met again the following Wednesday. He answered the door wearing a short black cocktail dress with a plunging neckline. A pearl necklace hung across his hairy chest. His lips shone brightly with fire-red lipstick. Heavy black eyeliner rimmed his eyes. He still looked totally like a dude in women’s clothes, just more feminized. I loved the look. It was just the vibe that turned me on. Larry didn’t say a word as I stepped inside, and he closed the door behind me. An invisible force drew our bodies together as soon as we were alone inside. We embraced and kissed. He smelled like his wife’s perfume. My hands ran down Larry’s back to his ass, and I gave a squeeze. His tongue responded by plunging deep into my mouth, while his hands played with the hair at the back of my head. My arm hairs stood on end. Properly channeled, the sexual energy between us could have lit up New York for a year.
Larry suddenly pulled away and looked into my eyes.
“Would you like to have a glass of wine with me?” he asked in his best feminine voice.
“I’d be delighted,” I said.
This was a surprise. We usually jumped right into sucking and fucking.
I followed him to the bedroom, where the gray blanket with white stripes was laid across the bed. Julia Ann, one of the hottest porn stars of all time, was doing a striptease in a video on the TV. Larry took a bottle of red wine from the dresser, dug in the corkscrew and pulled out the cork with a pop. He poured us each a glass, and handed me one.
“To us,” he said.
“To us,” I replied.
Our glasses clinked, and we drank. It was a zesty wine with hints of lemon. Larry sat on the bed and patted the space next to him. I joined him, close enough so that the sides of our bodies touched.
“I thought maybe we could chat a bit before we got down to it,” he said.
“That’s a great idea,” I said. “We’ve had great talks on Grindr and hot sex in person but we’ve never had a real conversation in person, have we?”
“Not much at all,” he said.
Larry took a big gulp of wine and refilled his glass. He splashed a bit more in mine, too. I took a big drink.
“I’ve got something I really want to tell you,” he said.
“What is it?”
I put my hand on Larry’s knee and slid it up to his thigh. The sexual energy in the room seemed to crackle.
“It’s just that you don’t know what these Wednesdays have meant to me,” he said. “It’s as if I’d been searching for something my whole life, and I’ve finally found it with you. For the first time, I can be sexually free. I love giving myself to you, I love pleasing you. You make me feel loved, desired and accepted. No one has done that for me before. But I also like that what we do is a game. We can help each other satisfy our sexual and emotional needs without having to go all the way gay.”
“I totally get it,” I said. “I feel the same way.”
Larry nodded.
“I’m not sure if we are in love or pretending to be in love,” he said. “It really doesn’t matter because what we are doing makes our relationship that much more intense. Whatever the feeling is, we can keep it confined to what we do on Grindr and in this bedroom. I am not going to get jealous of your wife or anyone else you fuck, and I have no fear that you will get jealous of me. Do you know what I mean?”
“Yes, I absolutely do,” I said. “You’ve described it perfectly. It’s as if we have this perfect garden, and we’ve built a wall around us that lets nothing in or out.”
“It’s more than sex, but not too much more,” Larry said.
“We are so perfect for each other,” I replied.
I drained the wine out my glass, and Larry did the same from his. He took the empty glass from my hand and set both glasses back on the dresser. He opened a drawer and pulled out a small bottle of Rush poppers. Larry strutted over to me like a stripper, hiked up his dress and straddled my lap. I leaned back, digging my hands into the mattress and using my arms as supports. Larry’s eyes locked onto mine as he twisted the cap off the bottle. He plugged one nostril and inhaled deeply, then switched nostrils for a second hit. His hard cock poked into the front of his white, satin panties.
“Now your turn,” he said.
Larry handed me the bottle. My hands trembled as I lifted the rim to my nose. I pressed my finger against my left nostril and inhaled slowly buy forcefully with the right. The chemical smell filled my insides, and my cheeks heated up. By the time I switched to the left nostril, the blood was rushing to my cock.
Larry dipped his head to mine and shot his tongue into my mouth, as he began dry-humping the bulge in my jeans with the bulge in his panties. He was such a good kisser. He knew how to channel all of his lust and passion and then transfer to me with flicks of his tongue. Larry moved his lips to my cheek and then my ear. He nibbled gently and then whispered, “I need to be your wife. Make love to me.”
I sprang forward while twisting to the side, tossing Larry onto his back on the mattress. He wriggled out of his panties as I stood to strip naked. Larry spread his legs, his hard half-footer poking up at the slowly spinning ceiling fan.
“I’m already lubed,” he said. “Come make love to me.”
I slid between his legs and guided my dick to his puckered asshole, pushing forward just enough to hold the head in place. Larry inhaled sharply. Goosebumps popped on my forearms, his, too.
“You are my true wife,” I whispered, while gazing his eyes. “What I should want with her, I have with you.”
“I love being the wife,” Larry whispered. “You make me feel like a woman. This is how I want to be.”
My lips dropped to his. Our tongues were fencing as I gently pushed my cock inside him. The “uh” that emanated from deep inside Larry vibrated inside my mouth as we kissed. Something magic passed between us as my cock head breached his hole. No words could ever capture it, but what I can say is that Larry and I became one in body and soul. We were joined in rapture as I began to slowly rock my hips.
“We’re so gay,” I said.
“Oh, God, yes,” Larry gasped. “Let’s be gay together.”
“No one can know,” I whispered.
“No one will know,” he said breathlessly. “It’s our secret. I love you so much. Fuck me good, I”m yours.”
“I’m so glad I married you,” I said. “You are what I really want.”
“I love you so much,” Larry said. “I want to make you feel so good.”
The pressure rising in my cock was getting too powerful to control so I took a big stroke and buried myself deep inside Larry. Then I froze in place. I wanted to make this magic last as long as possible, although I knew a big squirt was inevitably coming soon. As I caught my breath, the threat of premature ejaculation subsided.
“Whose dress are you wearing,” I said.
“My wife’s,” Larry said. “She wore it on our last date.”
“Jack off on it,” I said. “Cum all over it while I am inside you.”
Larry wrapped a hand around his rod and started pumping. The o-shaped ring of his mouth made it clear he would shoot soon.
“Let’s cum together,” I said.
I started pounding his ass, trying to hit his prostate with everything I had. It took only a few strokes before Larry started unloading. The first spurt hit him in the face but left plenty on the dress, too. The rest deposited gooey white streaks across the black fabric from the tits to the scrunched-up hemline around his waist. There was no holding back for me. I was looking at all that cum and wondering what Larry’s wife would think of that goopy mess as I emptied myself inside him. But I wasn’t just cumming. I was sharing my love juice with him.
When I pulled out, I wasn’t ready to let it end. I needed to taste Larry. I licked the cum off his chin first, then cleaned up the mess he had left on the dress, starting at the fabric stretched over his tits and working my way down the dress. A little cum residue glistened from the tip of his cock, and I finished off by dragging my tongue across it.
Cumming returned me to reality, and I started to fill with shame, although not as intensely as our first two hookups. Still, it was time for me to go. I got dressed, while Larry stripped out of his wife’s dress. As I headed toward the bedroom door, I turned back.
“I’m glad we’re married,” I said.
Larry smiled.
“I am, too,” he said, and he blew me a kiss.
When I walked out the front door, the sun was shining brightly. I headed back to the office, knowing Larry and I would meet again soon.
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