Barbara began to look around the barn, and for the first time she noticed all the lights and cameras. She could also see all the people in the shadows behind the bright lights. What she didn't know was that I, her husband, was one of those people.
The economy, debt, credit cards, car loans, and a mortgage had put us on the brink of losing everything. My wife didn't know it, but we had been just a few days away from losing our house. That was when Sherman, the branch manager at our local bank told me he had a way out for us. When I asked him how, he smiled and said, "Your wife Barbara". Sherman saw the puzzled look on my face and got right to the point. It turns out Sherman was part owner of a filthy, perverted, bondage-sex web site. "Just say what's on your mind Sherman", I stated. Sherman smiled, looked me right in the eyes and said, "Sell Barbara." "What???? Sell my wife? How?". Sherman already had the contracts drawn up. All I had to do was sign my name and forge Barbara's signature. "Look Jim, it's up to you, sell your wife's c*nt to my company for 24 hours a day for 30 days, or lose your house." When I saw the bank check with my name on it that would clear all our debt, I signed the contract. "Smart decision Jim, besides, Barbara strikes me as the kind of c*nt who just may enjoy being reduced to a cumpig. Hey, who knows, she may like the business so much she may sign on to do more after this contract expires. I mean, by the time we're done with her your wife Barbara will be a famous web cumpig, so there really won't be any other job for her anyway."
Sherman was tall and fat. He stood 6'2", weighed close to 300 pounds, was bald with a beard. He always stared at Barbara whenever we were in the bank. I knew he always wanted to fuck her. He would email her really perverted porn clips. She didn't like Sherman at all and wasn't attracted to him. She always called him an "ugly perv" and a "fat pig". In his emails to my wife he would always try to get her to agree to a 3way. "In your dreams", is what Barbara would always reply.
As I walked out of the bank that day I thought to myself how I just sold my wife to Sherman, to do anything with her he wanted, anything! I signed over my wife's married c*nt to him by contract, and took the money. I sat in my car in the parking garage and couldn't keep my cock in my pants. Selling my wife into porn had given me an aching hard-on. With visions of fat Sherman fucking my bride and cumming inside her tight, married c*nt, I jerked off in my car.
If this is being enjoyed it will be, to be continued.....
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