Some years ago, one of my co-workers spent the night with my wife because his team beat my team in the Super Bowl. We made the bet when we were all drinking. He bet several thousand dollars against my wife's ass. It's seemed like a sure thing and with the drinking she agreed. When we got beat, just barely but we did. My wife asked me to offer him the money instead but he refused. He was dead set on fucking my wife. After a lot of arguing and heartache. my wife agreed to spend the night with him as long as I never asked her anything about it which I agreed to do.

He set up an overnight stay at a hotel in Rhode Island. He picked her up at noon and dropped her off the next day around 8pm. All he asked for was for her to dress casual on the ride down, bring evening wear and lingerie and our starting QB's replica game jersey. I had to buy her a kid's large because she is so petite.


After they left, I paced around and barely slept picturing what they were doing. After she got home, she took a long shower, told me everything was ok and that she "had a nice time" and that he treated her well. Then stabbed me in the heart saying "it was actually a lot of fun I'm glad I went thru with it." Then she said she was exhausted because they "barely slept" and went to bed. I was beside myself picturing him fucking her all night, her enjoying it, loving it while I was at home worried sick. She woke the next day like nothing had happened, didn't mention it again. I was resentful for years even tho I knew I shouldn't be.