Selling My Wife

I can’t stop fantasizing about my wife whoring around.

She’s fucked other guys for me before. Right now, she’s on this business trip. I’ve been telling her to pick up a guy at a bar, suck his cock, maybe take him and his friend back to her hotel room. Satisfy two men in one night. I want her to ride them until they empty their balls into her, cum dripping down her sexy, slutty little body.

I’ve been so **** for her to take another man’s dick. I can’t explain it. But this time, I want them to pay for the privilege.

She’s always been an obedient wife. When I told her I wanted to share her, she obeyed. She started picking guys up on Tinder and bringing them home. I watched man after man fuck her brains out.

She slept with college boys, older men cheating on their wives, and even one of our coworkers. She was 29 with a great body, dark hair, and innocent, doelike eyes. I loved watching her with the younger boys, who had so much to prove. They would work so hard, abs glistening with sweat as they tried to make my wife cum. She was always satisfied, but she seemed to like the older men more, especially “the daddies,” as she called them. Giving a 50 year old man a night with a young woman was fun for her. She said she loved their self-assurance, their experience, and how much they treasured her beautiful body and tight pussy.

One night, one of these older men, who appeared to be quite wealthy, offered to pay for a hotel room. We accepted. He treated her to a magical night in a five-star hotel, the nicest I’ve ever seen. She was enamored with him. At the end of the night, he left a few hundred dollars on the dresser without a second thought.

“Oh...that’s not — I’m not a, uh…” she stammered.

“I know,” he said with a laugh. “It’s just for your time.”

That transaction sparked something in me. What would it be like to sell my wife?