Anal sex - first time

The first time I had anal sex is as clear in my mind as the first time I slept with a girl - (more about sleeping with boys later!!!). Shortly after I got engaged I met a girl at a party who came on to me really strongly despite the fact my fiamce was there with me. Something about her was really sexy - a certain animalism, if there is such a word, which I found irresistable. I can't recall how, it was a number of years ago now, I acquired her phone number and was therefore able to contact her a few days later to go for a "drink". We both knew where this was leading and she was quick to bring up my recent engagement, mainly, I think, to test my resolve which was frankly non existant. Eventually after much skirting around the issue we found ourselves back at here parents house watching TV and cuddling up on the sofa. Inevitably this ended up as a petting session rapidly developing into a fuck situation. However, I guess girls have an inbuilt guilt thing that makes them unhappy about cheating on each other because as we got to the point of penetration she suddenly said "No, you cant fuck me. It would not be fair on your future wife!" - she had already sucked my cock by that stage so I am not sure if that counts as being unfair or not! You can imagine my frustration - however all was not lost as she turned round and offered her butt to me as though this was not being unfair on quite the same scale. Where is the logic in that I ask you? Anyway, I wasn't going to say no and the tightness and warmness of her arse closing round me still remains printed on my memory to this day. There is something deliciously dirty about anal sex and although many girls are not keen, those who are tend to be addicted to it, like me. Mmmmmm!

So the other day I was at a party with good friends and the wine was flowing freely as usual. As I rarely drive home form these events (another bastard trait I guess), I take the opportunity as usual to see what interest there might be amongst the girls there. All married and mostly friends to a varying degree but despite the obvious risks, I just cant help myself. Leaning against a radiator talking to a frined of my wifes I suddenly find her also leaning against it - and also my hand which was already there! She must know that it is there surely as her rather soft buttocks, covered only by a flimsy cocktail dress, are nestled up against my fingers. Anyway, she does not make any attempt to move away so in a slightly alcoholic haze I think to myself "what the hell" and start to run my fingers around the crevice of her bum. Does she move away? Does she hell! Leans there talking to my wife and others whilst I play with her butt! Ooooh - the frission of a dangerous situation! But she is no better than me I think! Have seen her more recently when picking up my daughter fro her house and there was no indication that anything happened. Does she not remember?

Done it again!

In the supermarket today there was a gorgeous blonde whom I just undressed with my eyes. Despite myself, I found that I really wanted her and as she caught me watching her, she was packing her shopping bags, her eyes sparkled and she broke into a beautiful smile. I cant help but feel she knew what I was thinking - but perhaps I am deluding myself - probably. However, as I look back there is no doubt in my mind that there was a life changing event in the flitatious world I live in. What was it? Getting engaged and subsequently married. Prior to this event is always seemed a struggle to chat up women and get them between the sheets. Ever since getting engaged everything has seemed so much easier. Is it because I am unavaible? Men may be bastards but women dont seem to have any issues with chatting up a friends husband! Delicious!

I know I am a bastard - but I cant help it, can I?

I read about sex addicts in America and think - what a load of rubbish, pathetic sad individuals who cannot control their desires! But then I am one of them. When I meet a woman my first thought is - "what is she like in bed" and "is she thinking the same about me".

Sad but true.

Does that make me one of a pathetic minority or am I actually one of many? Is it a bloke thing or do women go through the same mental process? I need to find out with your help! Answers on a postcard please!