For the record, my name is Matthew. The story I am about to tell is true, though I'm not sure I believe it myself anymore. In the beginning it all seemed so innocent. When John and I first moved in together it was supposed to be a temporary thing. His old roommate bailed on him and I needed a place to live that was closer to where we worked.
Author's note: This is a one-shot, irredeemable stroke-fest, dub-con roommate-fucks-roommate fantasy. Christ, my roommate was crying again. It was Friday night, just on midnight, and I assumed he'd just arrived back from his girlfriend's house. I came out of my room and dropped down next to him on the couch.
It was late and I should have been in bed but I was waiting for daddy to come home. I was wearing a silk nightgown that stopped just above my smooth ass. When I shaved my legs and put on a wig, I would look exactly like a chick. And daddy had specifically asked that I dress up tonight. It was his poker night and he would get wasted, he told me he really really wanted to bang a chick tonight.
I never dreamed I would be able to write about the fulfilment of a fantasy of mine. For years I, that is James, have secretly wanted my wife to have sex with another man. Erica my wife is 36 years old. It was my first year as an upperclassman, and I was finally the starter at shooting guard.