I’m a married guy, last month was our six year anniversary, but sometimes I like to dabble in the naughtier side of sex, without my wife’s knowledge of course. We have a pretty good sex life together; she likes to fuck five or six times a week, so I’m never wanting for release. However, sometimes I’m just looking for something different. I like to masturbate, sometimes even a couple of hours after I’ve had sex with my wife, and I like to do it in front of the computer, enjoying the kinkier side of porn. Lately my favorite type of porn to browse has become shemale related stuff. For the past six months or so I’ve been surfing the web and visiting various shemale sites searching for the best in tranny porn. I’ve found a bunch of sites that I really like, but none better than yours, ShemaleCrawler.com. A couple of months ago I followed a link from another site and found myself at your homepage, perusing the many options for content that you’ve made available.

Since then I’ve visited the site almost daily, sometimes to enjoy a long masturbation session and other times just to take a quick look through some shemale pictures or watch a quick video. The first place I love to visit is the picture galleries and movie galleries pages. I visit all the new galleries for the day and click through all the pictures that I find hot. I like to download the new movies as well, watching the hot tranny babes get fucked. If I’m really feeling frisky I head to the premium sites section and pick out a new site to join so I can enjoy the full quality videos that most of those sites post.

Anyway, the reason I’m writing in is that I noticed that you recently added a Surfer’s Corner and I wanted to contribute something. To me, there’s nothing hotter than reading someone else’s real life experiences and putting yourself in their shoes, imagining just what it would be like to live that life and experience those things. Just last week I had a very interesting shemale experience that I wanted to share with you. Sometimes my wife and I like to act as if we’re still in college and we head out to a local dance club for a long night of hard drinking and dancing. It’s always an erotically good time with lots of alcohol being consumed, lots of crotch grinding, and a fair amount of making out going on between us. She loves to turn her back to me and grind her ass into my dick; it drives me wild with desire and never fails to get me rock hard. When I’m good and stiff she turns around again and grinds her crotch directly into mine, stimulating her clit through the thin material of her skirt and panties (if she’s wearing any).

This particular evening we went to a hot new club that had just opened and it was packed with people. There was a line out the door that we ended up waiting in for an hour, but eventually we found our way inside and onto the rocking dance floor. We had picked up a few drinks at the bar on our way in (in addition to the few we had before driving over) and we were well on our way to getting fully drunk. After an hour in the club we were both terribly drunk and I was incredibly turned on, with my cock making a somewhat embarrassing tent in my pants if I stood at the wrong angle. My wife was drunk as a skunk as well and she suggested we leave and catch a cab home so we could fuck like rabbits. I wanted to slide my dick into her pussy badly, so of course I agreed with her. She said she was just going to run to the bathroom and then we could go.

I wanted her walk over, her cute ass swaying back and forth, and take her place in what was a surprisingly long line. I figured she was going to be there for a while so I settled against the wall and watched the sexy bodies writing on the dance floor.

I was totally caught up in watching the people dancing and flirting, so I was completely caught by surprise when a beautiful blonde girl walked right up to me and slid her left leg right between mine, her upper thigh coming in contact with my crotch. I looked down in surprise, staring at a skirt covered upper tight and beautiful milky white skin. When I looked up again she was staring right into my eyes, the tiny straw from her drink twisting in her mouth erotically. I was dumbstruck, and drunk enough that I had completely forgotten about my wife for the moment. The girl leaned in and spoke quietly into my ear.

“I saw you dancing out there. You looked like you were having a good time, and that thing in your pants pressing hard against my leg only confirms my suspicions. Would you like to feel the hard thing in my panties?”

I was puzzled by her question, but she was definitely right about me being turned on. In fact, with her tight, hot body so close to mine I was getting more turned on, my cock growing even harder in my pants. She was very gently sliding her leg up and down in my crotch, grinding against my shaft and balls.

I didn’t know how to answer her question so I simply said nothing, choosing instead to stare into her eyes while moaning ever so slightly at the pleasure she was giving my crotch. As she continued to work me her left hand came up and grabbed my arm, guiding it down to her crotch. She pushed my hand down to her thigh and then guided it up, heading towards her pussy. As my fingers came closer I could feel the heat pulsating from her area, she must have been quite turned on as well. With a quick thrust she pushed my hand directly into her private area. I was expecting to find a flat, and perhaps wet, area where her pussy should be. Instead I bumped right into a large bulge which could not have been anything other than a shemale cock. Clearly anticipating that I would be shocked the blonde kissed me full on the lips in the very moment in which my hand met her crotch. As my hand was cupping her panty covered cock her tongue was diving into my mouth, dancing with my own.

My mind was swimming with thoughts and feelings. First, I was a little dismayed that I was gripping a cock instead of fingering a pussy. However, that thought quickly fled my mind as I realized that I was making out with a genuine sexy shemale. Once this became the dominant thought running through my mind I responded with vigor, grasping the back of her head with my free hand and groping her now thick cock with my other hand. Knowing that my wife could return at any second also added a delicious flavor of danger to the entire situation, serving to turn me on even further. After a minute or so we broke the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. We stayed like that for another 30 seconds before I told her that my wife was in the bathroom and that I had to go.

As I walked away, trying to hide my boner, I look back a few times. Each time I looked she was still staring at me, the final time blowing a kiss my way. I headed over to the bathrooms to wait for my wife and to try and sort through my feelings, which were a jumbled mess. Did this mean that I should abandon my wife and attempt a relationship with this girl? Should I just block out the incident entirely and move on with my life? Maybe I needed to have a one night stand with a tranny to get it out of my system. I pondered those thoughts for a few more minutes before my lovely wife returned and we headed out to catch a cab.

Since that day I’ve continued to wrestle with these feelings, bouncing ideas back and forth in my head. I’ve even just considered telling my wife and seeing what she would think about bringing a shemale into our bedroom for a threesome sometime. I’ll be sure and write you again if I decide to do that; it would surely be a great story to tell.