I was waiting in the checkout line at the grocery store, when the guy right behind me said, "Hello."
I said, "Hello."
"How's it going?" He asked.
"Pretty good," I said, "You?"
"Good, man... it's good."
I smiled, nodded and turned forward.
"How's your wife?"
I turned back and looked at him a little more carefully, "She's... uh... good," I said - he looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. I was racking my brain: What was his name? How did I know him? Where had I met him?
He smiled conspiratorially, "You don't remember me, do you?"
"No... I apologize," I said, "Please... remind me of your name."
He told me his name and the party where we had met. I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I suddenly felt short of breath, my ears felt red hot and I could hear the blood roaring through my head. I remembered... not him, but the party where we had met. The orgy. The guys lining-up to fuck my wife, Daisy, while she went down on the hostess. Sucking my friend's dick while his wife rubbed her clit watching me.
"Jesus..." I gasped.
He smiled, "It's all good, man. That was a Helluva party."
"Yes," I said, "Yes, it was..."
"You tell Daisy I said, 'Hi' Okay?"
It was then I got distracted. The cashier had finished with the person in front of me. The line advanced. It was my turn. I began to unload my basket.
When I turned back, he'd gone.
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