I Don't Remember

This is a cuckold story so if it is not your thing, please do not read it. Thank you. **** Monday came & Lisa went to work as usual. When she came home she said to me, "I had a meeting with Mr. Albright this morning. He gave me a promotion and raise." "Congratulations. Anything else I should know?" "He also said he and his wife had a great time at our house." "I thanked him for the compliment and told him we would be there Friday night." "The meeting was very cordial which surprised me. I thought he was going to say or do something different." The week went by quickly and before we knew it, Friday was upon us. We were a little apprehensive but still looking forward to an I interesting weekend. The drive took us about an hour to get to their house...which was a mansion. We took our weekend bags out and rang the doorbell. Adrien opened the door and welcomed us in, giving each of us a hug and a kiss. Her husband joined us and we all

I Don't Remember Faces or Names I'm forgetful. Not everything, just names and faces. I've always been this way. My wife, Marge, swears I'd forget her if I didn't see her several times a day. She might be right - even though we've been married 21 years. ~~~ One day I was at the mall looking at Henley shirts (I particularly liked the Forest Green) when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, and this beautiful brunette with hazel eyes said; "Jon? I thought that was you. God, I haven't seen you in forever. How are you doing? You look fit, have you been working out again? Marge says you go on cycles with that. I couldn't, I'd balloon out in no time." She finally took a breath, so I held her at arms length, and did a quick up-down scan. "I don't know what you're doing, but what I can see looks pretty good." She slapped me on the chest and gave me one of those 'don't stop now' smiles. She slipped an arm through mine