I have been chatting with this guy for several weeks now. He claims that he wants to be cuckolded and demeaned and abused, but I suspect that he really doesn't have the bottle to actually go through with the fantasy. He keeps telling me how he wants his wife to experience a real man, but when I started spinning out a mild bull fantasy, and telling him in detail what I planned to do to his wife, he was at first flabbergasted, and then highly turned on. We continued on in this vein for a couple more weeks when I started to suspect that he was just another time waster and was getting ready to freeze him out. Then I received a very odd communication. At first I suspected he had suffered a stroke or was quite drunk, but after a few minutes it became quite clear that his wife had stumbled onto one of his chats, was very upset and unhappy about being dangled as bait to draw men into his sick fantasies! I spent a few minutes chatting with her and explained how to review the history. Turns out he cleared his history regularly., so I got her email address and sent her some of the logs from my system. Then I held tight to my chair as I knew that shortly there was going to be a firestorm! Based on some of his conversations, I had some suspicions that she was not aware of his trolling for well-endowed men, and figured that she was not as 'on-board' with his fantasies as he claimed. I was correct. She knew NOTHING about him organizing studs to have sex with her and was livid that he was sending out intimate pictures of her. We chatted a long time that day as she needed to understand why he would betray her like that. I explained as best I could that he still cared about her, and I suspected that he was discovering his gay side and wanted to explore it, At the same time he did not want to betray her, and didn't want to leave her in the lurch. I explained how he needed to experience certain taboo fantasies, but that since he really cared for her, wanted her to enjoy a healthy and very active sex life too. As she calmed down, she kept asking how I came up with all the ideas I had for her, and why I thought she would even be interested. I explained that I had a fairly fertile mind and enjoyed imagining doing these things with her. At this point I needed to head to work, so I sent her my number and we talked for the whole 90 minute commute. Eventually, she admitted that some of the things I told her hubby that I planned for her got her really hot, but that she would never have the courage to act any of them out. We talked a lot on the phone over the next several days, including once while I was chatting her husband up! I was sending him the most demeaning scenarios and totally belittling him and his manhood. I shared each conversation with her and she was shocked and amazed that he was so turned on by this. I talked her into meeting me for lunch so we could talk and brought along the most recent chat log, one where he told me he wanted me to take her and make her mine, to own her body and soul. She was so angry she was speechless. To regain her compose, she finished off her water and then grabbed mine and drink it down. When the waiter stopped by for refills, she ordered a bottle of wine and two glasses, and proceeded to drain the first glass in one go and refilled it to the brim and drank half of that. She carefully put down her glass and looked me in the eye and asked, "Are you on the level, or just some wanker?" "What do you mean?" "What do you think I mean," she retorted, "Can you do even half of the stuff you told him, or are you just as full of crap as he is?" Then she points her finger right in my face, waves the printout and says, "For instance, when was the last time you gave a woman 5 orgasms before you finished? Answer honestly!!" "Well, " I replied, "A gentleman shouldn't kiss and tell. . . " "Ah HA!!!" ". . . But since we are already in a somewhat compromised position, two weeks ago.” She just stared at me open-mouth, thinking. She started to blush a little and timidly asks, "and you want to do this stuff to me...."? "Why?" "Well, yes. Not all of it and not all at once, but when you are ready..." "Because I think you are gorgeous and deserve better than an occasional partially satisfying fumble from that pathetic wanker!" She was quiet for a very long time, then looked up at me and whispered, "Ok. . ." It was a quick drive home, the details aren't important, once I got her to the bedroom, she trembled like a virgin while I undressed her, and got goose-bumps as I kissed her and gently touched her body. She grabbed my hair and held me to her as I licked her to her first orgasm, and arched her back and moaned throughout the second. Then she pulled me up and told me she needed to feel me inside of her NOW! In spite of her being incredibly wet, she was very tight. She winced and gasped and I could feel her stretch as I slid inside of her. I am not overly large, in fact, I am remarkably average in size, but she begged me to go slow and be gentile. Once she got used to feeling me inside of her, she giggled a bit and said, “Well, that little weasel told the truth about one thing. . . . I love the feel of a real man inside me. I am going to tell him that we did this and that we are going to do this again and again!!!”