DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...
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As Greg heard the cab pulling into the driveway he went to the front door to meet his wife. Serena had gone to bed, so he had been keeping himself up until Wendy got home from her girls' night out. He was quite certain that she would want to stay up to watch the tape of Greg fucking her daughter, and he was hopeful that he would wind up getting some action as a result of it.
Wendy stumbled up the stairs, noticeably drunk, and then wrapped her arms around Greg, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. He reached down and grabbed her by the ass, picking her up off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him and he carried her inside, closing and locking the door behind them. He led her into the bedroom, where he tossed her onto the bed.
"So?" she asked as he stood over her, removing his clothes. "Did you do it?"
"Did I do what?" he asked innocently.
"You know damn well what I'm talking about," she said. "Did you fuck her?"
"Right where you're sitting," he said, pulling off the last piece of clothing he had been wearing.
"Oh my god, really?" she asked as he started to remove her clothes. "You fucked her in our bed?"
"And got it all on camera, just like you asked. Are you ready to watch it?"
"Wait," she said, now naked. "I have a confession to make."
"I'm listening," he said.
"I didn't exactly behave myself tonight."