********** Post for "**** My Wife"
In 2010 my wife experienced this while we were looking for dates on **********. We agreed to meet with a man who wanted to "test" her to see if she would be someone he could **** out. She admitted to me and later to him (his first name is Sean) that she always fantasized about being ****ed by a real **** since she was a teen.
After some time of getting to know each other over private phone and email conversations (it was a different era), Mr. Sean (she always called him Daddy) set up a date for them, and I was allowed to meet him.
My wife and I met Mr. Sean at a bar in Queens NYC. Just to paint the correct picture for you, the moment we entered the bar, she recognized him and immediately left my side and embraced and kissed him open mouths as if they had known each other for years. He took immediate charge of her the moment we walked into the bar. She already knew his appearance from the emailed pictures and the conversation. Interesting that no one sitting at the bar seemed to care. Maybe that is where he took his whores? Nonetheless, my wife although shy with me decided to dress the part that night with little left for the imagination. After I picked her up at her job, she immediately changed her clothes in the car while driving out of Manhattan to Queens. I was shocked because she had a bag of clothes with her, although I thought it was just a quick meet-and-greet. After a short conversation between him and me, she immediately began flirting with him in front of me (they had been talking on the phone for weeks before the meet-up). I **** for his drinks as she cuddled up to him across from me. After a short conversation, he told her to hand over her cell phone, which she immediately reached into her handbag and gave it to him. He told me that if I needed to reach her, I would need to speak with him first, which was exactly what happened from that night on.
After a expensive drinks, he said to her “Let’s go” which I wasn't sure what was happening. Part of their agreement was that after the meetup, she would leave with him to undergo some “testing” (that information wasn't conveyed to me until the time he told me at the bar). Nonetheless, her first (and only test) was a night with him and a friend alone (of course, I was not invited).
hey left together in his truck.
Her **** was gracious enough to send me a short video of that night and from time to time, he would send me pictures of her with other men (as long as the man agreed). At first, she did a little street work but later he placed her in a brothel in lower Manhattan (yes, they really did exist then and probably still do) so that it would be easier for her to commute from her daytime job which was Midtown Manhattan. Nonetheless, that only lasted for about 6 months because it became hard for her to maintain her full-time job and obey her **** so she asked him out. Thank goodness she didn't get pregnant or catch an STD but, Mr. Sean had called her from time to time as he made money off her for bachelor parties and Superbowl parties which she felt compelled to do because he seemed to have power over her. She was so obedient to him and barely respected me
After some time of getting to know each other over private phone and email conversations (it was a different era), Mr. Sean (she always called him Daddy) set up a date for them, and I was allowed to meet him.
My wife and I met Mr. Sean at a bar in Queens NYC. Just to paint the correct picture for you, the moment we entered the bar, she recognized him and immediately left my side and embraced and kissed him open mouths as if they had known each other for years. He took immediate charge of her the moment we walked into the bar. She already knew his appearance from the emailed pictures and the conversation. Interesting that no one sitting at the bar seemed to care. Maybe that is where he took his whores? Nonetheless, my wife although shy with me decided to dress the part that night with little left for the imagination. After I picked her up at her job, she immediately changed her clothes in the car while driving out of Manhattan to Queens. I was shocked because she had a bag of clothes with her, although I thought it was just a quick meet-and-greet. After a short conversation between him and me, she immediately began flirting with him in front of me (they had been talking on the phone for weeks before the meet-up). I **** for his drinks as she cuddled up to him across from me. After a short conversation, he told her to hand over her cell phone, which she immediately reached into her handbag and gave it to him. He told me that if I needed to reach her, I would need to speak with him first, which was exactly what happened from that night on.
After a expensive drinks, he said to her “Let’s go” which I wasn't sure what was happening. Part of their agreement was that after the meetup, she would leave with him to undergo some “testing” (that information wasn't conveyed to me until the time he told me at the bar). Nonetheless, her first (and only test) was a night with him and a friend alone (of course, I was not invited).
hey left together in his truck.
Her **** was gracious enough to send me a short video of that night and from time to time, he would send me pictures of her with other men (as long as the man agreed). At first, she did a little street work but later he placed her in a brothel in lower Manhattan (yes, they really did exist then and probably still do) so that it would be easier for her to commute from her daytime job which was Midtown Manhattan. Nonetheless, that only lasted for about 6 months because it became hard for her to maintain her full-time job and obey her **** so she asked him out. Thank goodness she didn't get pregnant or catch an STD but, Mr. Sean had called her from time to time as he made money off her for bachelor parties and Superbowl parties which she felt compelled to do because he seemed to have power over her. She was so obedient to him and barely respected me
1 year ago
