Oh, my name is Brad, but my friends all call me 'Bud.' The sperm donor of my daughter is named John, but I guess my lying, cheating wife called him 'J...o.' How cleaver to swap names in her story, no one who knew us casually would ever guess... Right!She hid our identity so well; I suppose that's why dozens of anonymous 'friends' mailed it, or its link on an erotic story site to me. I don't suppose there's a good way to find out your wife cheated on you, or that your first child isn't actually. They all sat back in their chairs, obviously full up from the meal, each toying with their boxes, curiosity taking over.“so, what’s for dessert then gorgeous?”. That was Nick, always the most forward being a salesman.I had my back to them and stopped what I was doing. Taking a breath and a large sip of wine, I turned to them and walked across to the table. “I am”. They all looked at me, mouths open not sure if I was joking or not. Tony got up, took my hand and helped me onto the table top.. Then, on my floor i noticed a new girl moving in across the hall and struggling with a dresser. Being a gentleman, i offered to help and introduced myself. Her name was alyssa, she had strawberry almost red natural blonde hair, a very young petite body with tiny breasts and was around 22 years old.I told her i read tarot and commented on her mariah carey poster and immedietly hit it off. I soon met some of her best friends (beth and renee) as they were her main drinking buddies she met in a. He soon joined me in the room, holding a bottle of opened champagne and two empty wine glasses. ‘You can tell me a bit about you whilst we drink and make out at the same time,’ he beamed. He sat down next to me and I felt sexual heat return again. My nipples were tight against my bra as I grew excited wondering what would happen with me and him tonight. I was surprised that I really wanted us to fuck after knowing him for such a little time. But it felt like it would be really right if we did..