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HI have been married for 12 years now. Trim and dapper, this 35-year-old's marriage was satisfactory enough and I played the role of husband well. Sex with the wife was still good, with both making out at least once a week or on rare occasions, once monthly. Twelve years on in this heterosexual relationship, I decided I wanted to take a walk on the wild side. And transvestites or trannies were just the tonic..... to bring back some excitement to a middle-class existence. I have admittedly taken regular sex for granted. It just wasn't exciting anymore. But playing with trannies was a different ball game, and would certainly inject the sense of excitement into my sex life again.

I have had always wanted to experiment with a tranny after setting eyes on these exotic creatures with breasts and balls five years ago crawling the sidewalk. Some people find them repugnant and sleazy. Not me. I was fascinated by them. To me, they are the third sex that embodies all that is desirable in a man and woman. The thought of copulating with a tranny gets me all hot and bothered. It is the sense of thrill and excitement of doing the unknown. Trannies had always been a bit of a mystery to most guys, really. Not only are most better endowed than women, they have of course that appendage to boot, an asset that closet gays like me yearn to touch, carress, stroke - and suck.

Some are drop-dead gorgeuous, like mannequins in a showroom. So beautiful you want to be close to them, to feel them, fuck them and be fucked. I have only begun to wrestle with this bisexuality in recent years, and succumbed to it in moments of weakness. When this bisexuality came about, I know not but it was in the recent past, when sex with girls had lost its ardour.

It was also around this time that I discovered dildos and butt plugs, and the intense pleasure of shoving them into my anal chute while masturbating. This had always resulted in a harder ejaculation, leaving me well-spent and satiated. One thing led to another and since two years ago, the fixation with trannies grew, partly fuelled by megabytes of tranny video clips downloaded from the Internet. I soon grew weary of watching them fuck and suck on celluloid; I wanted to taste them in the flesh. To shrinks, this is a natural progression of an addiction, that moves from viewing to acting out. It's easy to label the condition I'm in but hard to extricate myself from it because the temptation is so overwhelming.

My first superficial tranny experience also started in 2001, back then when I was satisfied with just getting a blowjob and getting my partner to shove a dildo up my ass. But Jan 6, 2004 was a turning point as I would go full tilt towards fulfilling a fantasy that was long in coming. Before this, I had considered gay sex with men I met online but never had the nerve to come around to doing it because of its, ahem, peculiarity. Engaging in sex with other men would have been easy. Meeting guys in a bathhouse or hotel room for a quickie was too easy. In the early days, I would agonise over the sexual confusion - to do or not to do - and in the end, always avoided the issue by not doing anything.

The indecision often leaves a void inside, frustrating the baser instincts, which was mildly relieved by jerking off or humping one of the girlfriends I kept away from the wife's radar. Once I went to a downtown massage parlour, well-known as a gay haunt. With heart thumping loudly, I walked in and asked to be massaged. As the blind masseur went about his work, kneading and pummelling the body with expert precision, a customer in the same room on the other bed watched my nakedness being kneaded.

I could sense the guy was hot for my body, as out of the corner of my eye, I could see him looking longingly at my flesh. While nervous, I quite enjoyed the attention, like a teenage girl being gawked at by the boys. I thought of making use of the sauna room next, where I would be just a step away from being sodomised and having my fill of cockmeat and hot jism jetting down the throat. I chickened out at the last minute, and instead went home and jerked off to visions of being thoroughly sodomised.

With camcorder set up in the apartment I rented for the week, I called up Mila, Eve and Esther, trannies I met on the streets months ago who were game for a recorded group session. For posterity, you understand. Not unlike the seedy motivations of the late leading star of Hogan's Heroes, who recorded his sexual liaisons with women.

The wife had gone to her mother's place for the weekend, and it was the moment to make a fantasy come true. At 7, the trio showed up at the apartment, all decked in their best sluttish evening wear. Mila looked like the schoolgirl next door, Eve was a real head turner with big tits and Esther was sensational with her perky firm ass and tight anal hole. Esther still managed to maintain a tight fuck hole despite having slept with countless guys.

The stage was set.

We settled down on the sofa to have a bit of beer and crackers and chat while watching a tranny porno video to set the mood for the evening. Soon enough, we got to work. It felt like being raped by three girls. They rubbed and carresed my body. Mila didn't waste anymore time, unzipping my fly and sucking my hardened cock, Eve mashed her tits in my face as Esther had her cock out and made me to alternately suck Eve's tits and her cock. Esther's cock was the biggest of them, thick, meaty and six inches of glorious throbbing shaft. The musky she-male cock was intoxicating and I went to work on Esther with gusto, greedily pulling her cock all the way into my throat like a vaccum cleaner.

The finale was going according to schedule. I sandwiched myself between Eve and Mila. It was an effort but joyfully Mila and Eve managed to slid their big beautiful cock up my asshole. It was sodomy par excellence. Not wanting to make Esther feel left out, I worked on her cock as she rammed it into my mouth, fucking it like it was a tight 18-year-old pussy. She groaned, we all groaned, at the sheer pleasure our coitus were having on our sensory systems. The camera was taking it all in. And so was I. It was so wickedly weird and beautiful at the same time. They rode me and I rode them. They sucked me and I return the favour.

The moment when two cocks rammed my ass felt strange yet so good. Esther took a breather, stroking a cock and her tits as she watched the scene unfold before her. Eve clambered on top my cock and rode it like a wild mustang. Delicious. I could see Esther was about to climax. I signalled her to come close to my face. Gripping her by the hips, I pulled her into my mouth, wanting her to shoot her load in my mouth. she obliged with a creamy spurt that went on for more than half a minute.

As I felt the hot salty taste of sperm gushing into my mouth, I lost it completely. My cock was just ripping into Eve, pummelling her anal hole with man cumm. Mila was next, giving me what i deserved, pumping in what seems like gallons of liquid protein into my anal hole.

We fell onto each other exhausted, still with our cocks impaled in each other's body.

The next day, before breakfast, we had another go. Esther was the first. With my legs up on her shoulders, I savour the hot sensation of her cock ripping into my ass.

There was going to be more days like these.

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