" Oh come on! We were just talking, you can't be mad." I'm not. Really... I have no idea why, and I don't even know if I should tell you this, but it ...urned me on."This is the classic 'hey, I'm just as perplexed by my crazy brain as you are' strategy. It's not 100% honest, but you've probably been confused about your desire to be cuckolded in the past. You're just fudging the timeline so you can act out your confusion in front of your wife.SCENARIO 4You say, "remember that time you had to go to. We’ll have you down in a minute.”“What do you think?” Laurie asked as she moved a bed table underneath the net. “She asked to see the Queen. Who do you suppose she is – I mean, was?”“Two years?” Ivory yelped, and tried to climb out over the side of the net. “Shit! That can’t be! Frank can’t hold out for two years! I’ve gotta find him! Whoops! Help! Yow!” Ivory landed hard, halfway on the bed table and halfway in Laurie’s arms as the girl tried to catch her.“Damn you’re slippery!” Laurie grunted. And don't worry, Eric, your cock will suit well for my mouth," Sarah said flatly.Ben looked at me and said, "Eric, I won't do this if you don't want me to." He wants you to," Sarah interjected. "He likes me to enjoy myself. Eric, you know you'd love to watch this monster ream my little cunt."I looked at my girlfriend's dainty hands pump Ben's massive erection and whispered, "Yes."Sarah giggled and sat back with anticipation as we undressed. When we were both naked, she had us sit next to each. He came up to the side of my bed and asked what the hell it was all about.Now my dad is an intimidating man, 6”4” muscular, toned, in his mid forties, about 220 lbs, with short black hair. He came up to the side of my bed and pulled away the covers, only to discover his son, dressed as a high-class whore. He kind of jumped back, looked at my body and then in my eyes. He just shook his head and walked out the door and into the hall muttering "my son is a fag” over and over. I could hear him.