Cliff Bennett blended into the fabric of his small town, just another man with a wife, kids, and a life that ticked all the expected boxes. He’d married young, started a family, and built a respectable business running the local bar. But beneath the surface of his comfortable existence, something festered—an itch for freedom. As much as he loved Beatrice, their marriage had long since lost its spark. Their bedroom, once a place of connection, had gone cold, and the constant demands of parenting felt suffocating. Camden needed more medicine. Penelope wanted a trip to the park. And after long shifts at the bar, Cliff had nothing left to give.

His buddies saw the frustration creeping into his every word, his every sigh. Over time, they chipped away at him, planting the idea that what Cliff needed was something new, something thrilling—maybe a lady of the night. At first, he brushed it off, dismissing the thought as too reckless. But after yet another night where Beatrice rejected his clumsy attempts at intimacy, something snapped.

It wasn’t hard to come up with an excuse. Expanding the business in the city was plausible enough, and soon Cliff found himself on a night out with the guys, tossing back drinks in a darkened bar. The liquor burned warm in his throat as he scanned the room, the dim lighting casting shadows over the faces of strangers. By the time they stumbled into the red-light district, he was buzzing with anticipation, the night air cool against his flushed skin. His friends quickly disappeared, each selecting their distraction for the night, but Cliff wandered aimlessly until he saw them. Something about them stirred something dormant inside him. Confidence, or maybe just desperation, pushed him forward as he sauntered over with a grin. After a few minutes of playful back-and-forth, the deal was sealed with a roll of cash, and they led him to a dimly lit, questionable hotel just a few blocks away.

At first it was just kissing, their lips meeting in a heated embrace that made Cliff's head spin. But soon they started to undress, the sound of fabric rustling filling the small room. Cliff, feeling particularly gentlemanly, wanted to eat them out, just because Beatrice never wanted to. But he found himself pulling down a skirt to reveal...

“W-What the fuck?” Cliff said, his eyes widening as he took a step back, his heart pounding in his chest. He saw a cock. “You got a cock!” He said in absolute horror, clearly embarrassed that he had been and still was slightly aroused. “I didn’t know I was gonna fuck one of them faggots! Why would you dress in them girly clothes?!”