'Come on, we can go now, if you're ready.'Despite feeling a wimp for doing so, I obediently followed him out.Having left the hot stale air of the club...we walked to a corner where it was easy to hail a taxi. For something to say I asked him about the woman he had been dancing with. 'Not going to be jealous because of that, are you? Who am I with now?' Then, as an afterthought, he added, 'Besides, I am bisexual, you know.'I did not know, and thought it highly unlikely. He was no more bi than I. Although she has enjoyed Variations or Forum with me on numerous times for masturbation or fore play, she has never really opened up any fantasies with me until we got married. Risqué, for us was mutual masturbation or a quick flash at a Kid Rock concert. Once we were married, things started to get more exiting for both of us. Most men that get married often get asked the question, How is married life treating you? and for most I would expect the answer to be Its alright with a. There's a good, safe for trannies, area of bars and clubs in a cityvery near me, that I visit a couple of times a month. I drive down inthe afternoon, stay at a tranny friend of mine, who lives a 10 minutewalk from the area. That way, we can get dressed together and walk downto the bars.By 2 am we are in the main TV and admirers club, and I'm pretty drunk,my friends about somewhere, but not seen her for 15 minutes or so. I'mdancing by the bar, wearing a tight white top, a little black. His balls thwacked hard into me as he buried into my asshole, my butt-jiggling from his groin. His dick spasmed in my bowels. Hot cum shot into my depth. I smiled, savoring the thrill of having two men's cum filling my body. Both my holes.I was a true whore now.“Oh, Daddy, yes,” I panted as he shoved a silver dollar into my hand. I gripped the coin and groaned as he pulled his softening dick out of my asshole.“Get dressed, whore,” Daddy grunted. “I'll drive you home.”“Yes, Daddy,” I smiled, my.