Mar 4, 2009


Two tales, both of them involving a person's significant other coming home. Strangely enough, the second one, "An Afternoon with Marcy" wasn't based on any kind of old magazine story, it was taken from my life.

The real story didn't involve cuckolding at all. It started off similarly; leaving work one afternoon to meet up with a local transvestite. We played around for a while, me going down on her. Shortly after she came, I heard the key in the lock. It was his girlfriend. No, no cuckolding happened. Instead, I excused myself and basically got the heck out of there before the screaming began.

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