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51 - Bi/married/discreet - All day Friday I was writing gay/bisexual fiction. Fun stories. Putting some of my Grindr buds into different scenarios. One got me really hot.

Gravel truck driver. Bi-married. We’ve been chatting and swapping pics. Planning a hook up in a few weeks. Anyway, I made this story about him on his knees holding my ass up and rimming me like a wild beast. A great story. I read it over and over. Told him about it. He sent me a picture of his tongue in another guys ass. I lost it.

Wife downstairs. I pulled my cock out, spit on my fingers and fingered my ass. For the fist time, I pulled it out. Smelled it. Not gross. Musky. Spit on my hand again and went back. Two fingers. Cock pumping. Pulled out again. Same smell. Began flicking my asshole like he was licking me and pulled back out. All wet from my spit now.

I put it in my mouth. As soon as I did, I felt the rush of a nut heading to the tip of my cock. I couldn’t cum. I needed it to fuck my wife later. I stood up. Clamped my cock as hard as I could. Realized it was too late. I pushed my cock back into my pants and the cum trickled out. I just stood there. Shocked, horny, shamed, and disappointed with a confusion in my chest I hadn’t felt before. A small dot of cum on the front of my shorts. Heart racing.

I didn’t clean up because I thought it was a small amount, but apparently I came down my leg and it eventually soaked through my jeans. I didn’t notice. My wife did.

Thank god I was cleaning the bathroom at the time and could blame it on the rouge shower head.

I haven’t told gravel guy yet. Not sure if I will. I kinda like it as my dirty secret. Pretty tame though.

Should I confess how my head was flooded with all kinds of deviant thoughts about my wife and her friend while we were having coffee?

(Wife knows I am bi, hasn’t gone much past conversation and explained fantasies/feelings)

51 - Bi/married/discreet - All day Friday I was writing gay/bisexual fiction. Fun stories. Putting some of my Grindr buds into different scenarios. One got me really hot.

Gravel truck driver. Bi-married. We’ve been chatting and swapping pics. Planning a hook up in a few weeks. Anyway, I made this story about him on his knees holding my ass up and rimming me like a wild beast. A great story. I read it over and over. Told him about it. He sent me a picture of his tongue in another guys ass. I lost it.

Wife downstairs. I pulled my cock out, spit on my fingers and fingered my ass. For the fist time, I pulled it out. Smelled it. Not gross. Musky. Spit on my hand again and went back. Two fingers. Cock pumping. Pulled out again. Same smell. Began flicking my asshole like he was licking me and pulled back out. All wet from my spit now.

I put it in my mouth. As soon as I did, I felt the rush of a nut heading to the tip of my cock. I couldn’t cum. I needed it to fuck my wife later. I stood up. Clamped my cock as hard as I could. Realized it was too late. I pushed my cock back into my pants and the cum trickled out. I just stood there. Shocked, horny, shamed, and disappointed with a confusion in my chest I hadn’t felt before. A small dot of cum on the front of my shorts. Heart racing.

I didn’t clean up because I thought it was a small amount, but apparently I came down my leg and it eventually soaked through my jeans. I didn’t notice. My wife did.

Thank god I was cleaning the bathroom at the time and could blame it on the rouge shower head.

I haven’t told gravel guy yet. Not sure if I will. I kinda like it as my dirty secret. Pretty tame though.

Should I confess how my head was flooded with all kinds of deviant thoughts about my wife and her friend while we were having coffee?

(Wife knows I am bi, hasn’t gone much past conversation and explained fantasies/feelings)

I’ve been recently introduced to the click of the brown bottle. Love the way I feel and perform. Mouth full of ass while holding it in is like I’m being swallowed by his ass and swimming in bliss. Where can I get my own bottle discreetly and not by mail? Is it rude to ask a FWB how to procure or if they’d supply? I live in a small ruralish community. No bodegas. It’s not necessary but sooooo much better. I think I’d easily become a popper whore. Open me beyond my limits. Oof. Got me all worked up. Let me submit.

I’ve been recently introduced to the click of the brown bottle. Love the way I feel and perform. Mouth full of ass while holding it in is like I’m being swallowed by his ass and swimming in bliss. Where can I get my own bottle discreetly and not by mail? Is it rude to ask a FWB how to procure or if they’d supply? I live in a small ruralish community. No bodegas. It’s not necessary but sooooo much better. I think I’d easily become a popper whore. Open me beyond my limits. Oof. Got me all worked up. Let me submit.

I’ve been recently introduced to the click of the brown bottle. Love the way I feel and perform. Mouth full of ass while holding it in is like I’m being swallowed by his ass and swimming in bliss. Where can I get my own bottle discreetly and not by mail? Is it rude to ask a FWB how to procure or if they’d supply? I live in a small ruralish community. No bodegas. It’s not necessary but sooooo much better. I think I’d easily become a popper whore. Open me beyond my limits. Oof. Got me all worked up. Let me submit.

I recently experienced using poppers. Wow.

I’m mostly straight but play on the side and my guy started to feed me poppers while I was sucking his cock. Made me delirious and I started to rim him. Never done it before and totally lost all inhibition.

Now, I sit here with my heart racing wanting it again.

I just want to goon all day and let my brain dissolve.

Coming here is a delightful trigger.

I recently experienced using poppers. Wow.

I’m mostly straight but play on the side and my guy started to feed me poppers while I was sucking his cock. Made me delirious and I started to rim him. Never done it before and totally lost all inhibition.

Now, I sit here with my heart racing wanting it again.

I just want to goon all day and let my brain dissolve.

Coming here is a delightful trigger.