She sends me back to the mixer

"Nothing fixes a broken heart like getting you some dick," she said through a smile. "And there are millions of dicks in the sea."

I really hadn't expected to feel as bad as I did. I mean, I wasn't looking for a relationship, but I had least expected to get a proper fucking out of this. Somehow I felt both used and rejected at the same time.

"I just want to go home," I told her.

"Home? I don't think so. You came here to get fucked in the ass, and we aren't going home again until I get to see that."

"I'm just not interested right now," I said.

My wife suddenly held up her phone.

"I have fifteen minutes worth of video of you sucking that big young guys cock," my wife said. "You put on a pair of my panties and go back down to that mixer to find you another man, or I send this to all of our friends and family. Do you want your mom to find out what kinda sissy she raised? Or do you want to man up and fulfill your wildest fantasy?"

I stared at her for a moment, not believing that my own wife was blackmailing me to pickup a man. It was shocking. It was also kinda hot.

"I love you and want to see you sexually satisfied," she said. "Trust me, its for your own good."