I had one cuckold experience over 30 years ago and the idea of that man using my wife for that one night still makes me go crazy.
Three years after she spent that night with George, my wife got very drunk one night and blurted how she enjoyed that night. I believe she was so drunk that she did not remember what she revealed to me that night. Sandra never mentioned anything about that night with George ever again.
The guy that got to fuck her was a nasty mean person that was clearly enjoying the fact that we had no choice but to accept his proposal.
He was telling me that my wife was going to find out what a real man was. My wife at that time was young, pretty and blond. She was 5 ft 3, had great curves and had ample breasts.
The back story to what led to this is that we were married two years at that time. Our credit was non existent and this was before credit scores.
You had to write down what assets you had, how long you were employed and what you got paid. If you could afford a decent percentage for a down payment, then it was easy to get a car.
Sandra and I couldn’t do that. My old clunker finally gave up and was sold for scrap. Three used car lots denied us credit even though they advertised easy credit.
The last guy took me aside and told me I would have better luck at another used car lot. He told me flat out that if my wife would “service” the owner, he would approve the bank loan. He said to come late in the evening, choose a car and finalize the deal.
Honestly, these were the type of stories you heard about but you never believed it would happen to you. I told Sandra when we got home. She was angry and shocked. I didn’t expect her to be ok with it.
That night in bed, Sandra was frisky. She asked how would I feel if this middle-aged big belly used car dealer fucked her. I played along and we had great sex.
The next morning, Sandra made sure that I knew that it was just a fantasy talk we had and that she will not do such a thing.
For three days we took the bus to work. Sandra’s job was further away and it took her an hour and a half to get to work by bus. With the car, I would drop her first in the morning and pick her up in the evening.
After 3 days of taking the bus, Sandra figured a few hours of having to fuck a guy wouldn’t be too bad. I assured her that I was ok with it.
We will never see the guy again. This scenario was turning me on so much that I understood the thrill a cuckold felt. The idea that my wife would do this was crazy.
So we went to the lot and in the evening the owner was alone. When we got there, he was outside smoking a cigarette. He was overweight with a big belly and he was wearing shorts.
I noticed sweat stains under his armpits. He immediately sized up Sandra. He was gruff and tried to look uninterested.
We looked around and luckily we found a car we liked. We did the credit application and he said that this won’t be approved.
So I asked if anything can be done. He said that he could get the bank to approve but the rate is going to be higher and that they usually don’t do this but because he had connections, he could make it work.
It was explained that Sandra would have to spend the night at his place. We thought it would be just a couple of hours but this was more than Sandra imagined.
She hesitated and got scared. He got out of the trailer to smoke another cigarette and told us to discuss it. George said we could take the car tonight if we agreed and to drive my wife to his place and pick her up anytime after 7 am in the morning. Also he told us that the paperwork on the sale would be done the next day.
Sandra was not happy with this arrangement and I was trying to convince her to do it. George walked in and was impatient because we were still on the fence.
He said he had to close the lot and threw the application and paperwork in the trash bin. I said to give us another minute. Sandra unhappily nodded. George was all smiles and said she won’t regret a real man fucking her.
He gave us his address but he said we could just follow him home. His home was a smaller home in a middle class neighborhood. He checked his mail and opened the front door.
He looked at us still in the car. Sandra got out after a minute, walked to the door and got inside. I couldn’t believe that when I pick her up in the morning, she would have been fucked by another guy.
Sandra was very quiet when I picked her up Saturday morning. She showered right away upon reaching home and in the afternoon we went to the car lot and processed the paperwork. Thankfully, George was out in the lot showing someone a car.
A worker in the trailer had all the papers and we tried to finish up quickly as Sandra was very uncomfortable in case George walked in. Unfortunately George did come in and asked us if I liked the car. Sandra was looking down and he kept staring at her with a smile. We finally got out and George shook my hand with a smirk on his face.
Getting back to the night Sandra got very drunk. We had some friends over and my wife drank a lot more than what she normally does. We left everything in the kitchen for the morning and she started talking a lot sitting on the sofa. Our friends had gone home already.
She starts with, “You know that guy George.” It took me a few seconds to figure out who she was talking about. She never mentioned anything ever about that night before. She said he was huge and she was able to put it all in her mouth barely.
Sandra didn’t like to suck my dick and here she was talking how she sucked and licked George’s dick all the way down to his balls.
She said he was rough and fucked her many times on his bed. She said she came so hard and quite a few times. He called her a slut and a whore. He made her get his dick hard with her mouth and she said he liked it when she tongued underneath his balls.
He left his spunk in her and told her to have me clean her up at home. After that I didn’t understand much of what she said and she knocked off right there on the sofa.
FUCK MY WIFE!