Meeting the Minister's Wife
I'm not sure why I didn't give up on him sooner. I have never spent more time with a husband trying to figure out whether or not he wanted me to fuck his wife. Not before him. Not after. Not ever. And probably never again. We met in an AOL chat room. Back in the day, I spent a fair amount of time hanging out in rooms with names like "Fuck my wife" or "Make my wife your slut". I still miss AOL chat. Even if I didn't connect with someone (and I often did), I heard some interesting stories, made up or otherwise. Like a lot of guys, he messaged me outside of the group chat. Apparently, we had chatted previously when he was using a different screen name. Or so he said. It was the beginning of a series of moves on his part to cover his tracks. Rather than bore you with the details of our weeks-long conversation, I'll cut to the chase. He was a minister; a pastor of some church in a mid-sized town not too far from where I was living at the time. He was de