I suppose Ellen and I didn’t really date long enough before I proposed. I was just really lonely, and, right when I was almost losing hope of finding anybody, not just a woman, but the perfect woman, walked into my life. I think I knew after our first date that I wanted to marry her; certainly after the first time we had sex. That’s the thing. We are great together, but the key word is “together.” She’s a workaholic.

I don’t think she actually tried to hide it from me. I think I was just something new, until we were married, and then her attention went back to her job. Ironically, I think knowing that Joey had a parent at home gave her an even greater sense of freedom. I can’t imagine what her reaction would be if she knew what I was doing with my freedom.

I’m fucking the daylights out of my hot-as-hell trans stepson’s bonus hole. I swear, if she had just stayed home, I would have been faithful for life and never thought of anybody but her. I’m that kind of guy. But I got married because I was lonely. I have needs. It’s no excuse, but she’s not here and Joey is, and he’s strutting around the house, flirting with me, seducing me.

I should set limits but, damn! This morning I woke up with Joey asleep in the bed beside me. That’s another bad habit. I try to make him sleep in his bed, at least. I like having someone in bed with me, though. It’s just cozy and comforting. Last night Joey stayed up late waiting on me to get home, wanting my cock and, of course, I fucked him, and let him sleep with me.

So, there he was this morning curled up next to me, his breath nothing more than a quiet sigh, his hair ruffled up, eye lashes slightly twitching. Was he dreaming about us? I just had to touch him; to trace my fingertips along the curve of his shoulder. His ivory skin almost glowing in the soft morning light. Just a touch. I didn’t even mean to wake him up, but of course I did.

He didn’t pull away, or act irritated, though. He just snuggled back against me like a warm kitten, almost purring. I know how to make my boy purr, though, and moan, and squeal, and say, “Oh, daddy! You’re going to make me come!” I usually have to get my dick into his pussy to do that though. Well, I want to do that with my dick plowing into his sweet body.

I reached down between his legs and discovered that he had slipped his underpants back on before he got in bed. I don’t think he showered after I fucked him last night. Maybe he wanted to keep my cum from leaking out on the sheets. He’s such a smart boy. It was easy enough to slip my fingers under the hem of his shorts, though, and thrust them up into his warm moist bonus hole.

He was already getting excited, ready for another hard ride on his step dad's fat cock. I wanted to eat him out first, though. I wanted him all the way turned on, revved up to the max, begging for dick before I fucked him. Then, of course, being the good boy that he is, he wanted to return the favor and suck my cock. I fucked his throat until I couldn’t stand it any more. Then I had to have him, and I’m done with self control. I fucked my hot sexy boy long and hard, until he begged me to stop, and I’ll do it all over again as soon as he lets me!

Ellen is coming home tomorrow, but I already know she’s leaving again next week. It’s ok, though. I’m generous and understanding, and I support my wife’s career, even when she has to travel. I’m just that kind of guy.