Coming Inside Our Wife's Panties
Larry and I met through Grindr. We were both married to women, enjoys cheating with married men and skilled in hiding our secrets. I've been having affairs with men like Larry for the last 14 years of my marriage. What made him stand out was how we talked for almost three months before meeting in person. Most men I met online were looking for a one-time hookup ASAP. But Larry and I found each other at a crucial moment in our lives. We had both cheated numerous times and tried to quit, but couldn't resist pornography and hookup apps. It became apparent from the beginning that we were kindred spirits.
I'm not expecting anyone to understand the bond that formed between us. Perhaps it's worth mentioning that we often watched porn while chatting on Grindr. He would stroke his cock while I pinched my nipples and dry humpped a pillow. We shared stories about previous hookups. It was like our minds were clones of each other. Generally, most of our hookups followed a similar pattern: We'd get incredibly horny, find a guy on the internet, typically Grindr, then meet for sex, cum, and feel ashamed.
As we got closer, I began to desire a deeper connection with Larry. I wanted to make him my "side wife." He understood my sexual tendencies better than anyone I'd ever met. He knew how porn distorted the mind and made straight men desire other men. He knew the excitement of cheating with men, not just once or twice, but many times. He understood the deep regret that cut to the core after each encounter. He understood the urge to indulge in it again.
Let me clarify that Larry and I were still straight in real life but once we were under the influence of porn, we became willing to do almost anything. Neither of us wanted to change this dynamic. I'll never be seen at gay parades wearing leather chaps and waving a rainbow flag. I'd never bring a guy home for Thanksgiving dinner. "Normal" people can do those things, but for Larry and me, it's about satisfying the animal urges that emerge during extended periods of porn consumption.
Our online relationship took an unexpected turn a few weeks ago when I decided to tell him how I felt:
"I love you," I messaged him while watching striptease videos. "I want to be gay married to you. Not in reality, but in our fantasy world."
"I love you too, baby," Larry replied. "I want to make you feel so good."
That's when it hit me.
"I've got an idea!" I wrote. "Would you want to have a 'gay marriage' ceremony with me?"
"What do you have in mind?" Larry asked.
It took a week to arrange a meeting. He invited me to his house on a Wednesday morning while his wife was at work. He lived just a couple miles away in a fashionable neighborhood. We created a cover story in case his wife returned home while I was there. If she did, we'd have to quickly change clothes and pretend I was a colleague dropping by to drop off some documents. Ideally, it wouldn't come to that.
I approached his house, my heart pounding as if it was trying to break through my chest. I walked up the white stone path towards the front door, feeling like I was in an out-of-body experience. I reached the top step, and the door opened before I could knock. He stood there dressed like he was headed to the office, just an average middle-aged white guy. I walked into the foyer. The scent of a woman's perfume mixed with homosexual shame filled the air.
Larry led me down the hall to the master bedroom. A gray blanket adorned with white stripes was on a large king bed. A black lacy bra and matching panties were laid out next to the pillows. A television mounted on the wall was playing a montage of women taking facial cumshots.
"Are you ready for the wedding?" I asked, smiling inappropriately.
Larry returned the expression. "Prego," he said.
I unpacked my groceries, which included a red silk teddy and matching panties from my wife's closet. Both items had been neglected by her for several years. Larry and I had planned certain aspects of the ceremony, but we hadn't established the beginning, so I decided to make the next move.
My fingers grabbed the teddy bear by the straps, holding it in front of me. Taking my time, I walked over to Larry. His grin was visible through the sheer fabric.
"I bring you your wedding dress, taken straight from my wife's lingerie drawer," I stated.
Larry took it. He brought the teddy to his nose, inhaling deeply, engrossed in fantasy. Porn sounds filled the room. Larry exhaled and turned his attention to me.
"And I present to you, your wedding bra and underwear," Larry announced, gesturing to the items on the bed. "I selected these from my wife's lingerie drawer too, just for you."
We both understood what was to follow. I began to undo the buttons on my shirt, and Larry did the same with his. As we watched the women on the screen take on multiple men's facial ejaculations, we stripped naked. Then it was time for a change. I stepped into the panties first. The boy-short style allowed my penis to fit in front while the rear hugged my butt. Being able to feel the underside of my hard cock where his wife's pubic hairs would be was the hottest sensation in the world. The bra was a 36C with thin lace cups. I fastened the metal clasp around my chest, then turned it around and slipped my arms through the shoulder straps. I pushed my breasts into the cups. The underwire pushed up my chest, making my breasts appear larger than reality.
I felt like a whore.
So did Larry. I could almost read his mind. When I was dressed, he had put on the teddy. His body stretched it out. The teddy was ruined, but it didn't matter. I was likely damaging his wife's lingerie as well. Larry wore the thong panties. The tiny triangle of fabric didn't come close to containing his genitals, so he simply left them hanging out the side. His enormous erection stood up in front of me.
"Shall we commence?" I inquired.
"Yes," he replied. "Let's start."
A mound of my wife's lacy, white panties lay on the bed next to the empty grocery bag. I picked them up with shaking hands, arranging myself behind Larry. I pressed the front of my body against his buttocks, placing the cock bulge of his wife's panties between his cheeks. The cum shots on the television screen provided us with visual encouragement.
"With these panties, I marry you," I whispered in his ear.
I began stroking Larry slowly at first, starting with a light grip.
He breathed heavily. "Ohh, yes," he said.
"You are the one I truly desire," I proclaimed. "I wish for you to be my secret wife."
"Fuck yes," Larry exclaimed. "I love you so much."
I ran my hands around Larry's waist as I slogged his dick with greater force. I had had sex with various men in bedrooms, hotels, and public restrooms throughout the country, but no handjob, blowjob, or anal sex was as hot as this. The desire to be one, linked by deception, secrecy, infidelity, and remorse, overtook us. We both desired this moment to last forever, but the intensity was overwhelming. It was inevitable we would both cum soon.
I sped up the pace of Larry's stroking. A blonde slut on the screen stared right at us, her face coated in the semen of various men.
"I'm going to cum," Larry confirmed.
"Do it," I instructed. "Cum in my wife's panties."
Larry's body shook during his orgasm. I slowed down, allowing him to unload. His semen spilled out of the panties onto my hand. My orgasm followed, coating my hand in his wife's crotch. I stumbled, nearly losing my balance, but managed to stay standing.
Our previous conversations on Grindr had outlined the next steps. The deep shame of adultery and clandestine homosexual intercourse was beginning to set in, but we had both vowed to complete the full ceremony.
Larry turned to face me. I examined the cum-covered panties, then extended my tongue to taste them. His salty cum filled my mouth. I swallowed and continued to clean the mess until I had licked up all the semen before the jizz dripping from my hand.
After finishing, I delicately took off Larry's wife's panties. There was my semen seeping into the black material along with a few leftover globs. I passed the panties to Larry who licked my cum as I did to his.
The guilt was setting in, it was time for me to leave.
Without uttering a word, we both undressed and returned the lingerie we had been sporting. I slipped back into my khaki trousers, put on my collared shirt, and stashed my wife's ruined teddy and cum-stained panties in the grocery bag. Larry was by my side as I sprinted to the front door.
"Let's talk about this on Grindr," I proposed.
"Certainly," Larry agreed.
After he shut the door, I entered my car and headed to my job. Midway through, I stopped at a Walgreens to purchase a bottle of water. The realization struck me while standing in line—no one could've known the filthy, disgraceful act Larry and I had just engaged in. I pondered if there were others in this store, buying vitamins and gift cards, who had committed something akin to that.
By the time I got back in the car, I opened Grindr and reached out to Larry.
"I can't believe we just did that. I feel filthy."
"I understand," he responded. "Let's do it again."
"Definitely," I responded.
Then, I drove to the workplace, attempting to push away, at least temporarily, what happened.
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