‘Me too,’ Jack said. And that was how it began. Another round of drinks later and they had told their life stories, the Reader’s Digest version ...nyway. She was married, but he was never around. No children, big house in the city, luxury cars, the works. He told her of the condo he had just bought, the promotion he got so he could buy the condo, that he had no girlfriend, but there had been someone a year or so ago. He told her he lived the bachelor life and loved it. He lied. They ate together. Maybe she was in the tub soaking. The only hint I had given her as to the festivities I had planned was to be prepared to be swept off her feet. The candles were lit, the house smelling like vanilla and a hint of lavender. I checked the mail that was on the counter as I passed the kitchen. I heard her voice from the backroom. I smiled and made my way to her sweet melody. I slowly opened the room door and scanned the room, she wasn’t in the bed, so I went to the bathroom. I could tell the water. “I fucking knew he was up to something! I just fucking new it!” there was a fire in her eyes.“What? Who? What are you talking about?” I was holding my cheek where her hand landed.“Oh bitch don’t even try. I had a feeling my Dad was cheating on my Mom so I followed him….and I watched him fucking you through the window!” she was enraged. “Are you even 18? And why the fuck were you calling him Daddy?”“OK, OK. I can explain everything. Just please calm down.”“Fuck you Emily! You’re fucking my Dad. My tall,moderately athletic frame was a good match for the thick, swollen hardonprojecting prominently from beneath my shirt, and Greg's slighter build alsowent well with his cock- it was almost as long as mine, but not nearly sothick, its slimness making it look longer than it was by proportion.He said, "Well, who's going to go first?". I suggested that we do him first;I was eager to get that possible humiliation in Cathy's eyes over with assoon as possible, and also after I come my doubts.