For some time I have chatted online with a man who shares an interest with me. We both enjoy the idea of women being blackmailed into sex. I have always fantasized about my 51-year-old wife being blackmailed by a strange man.

vic, the guy I chatted with knew this from our conversations. He also knew it turned me on when he talked about my wife, so he told me things he would make her do. The more he talked the hornier I got. I sent him a few photos of Sandra, my wife. 

They weren't dirty pictures, just every day stuff,but enough to let him know what she looks like. He seemed to approve.

After awhile he knew my name and I knew his. He owned a small auto body repair shop about 20 miles from me.

one night Sandra went to a business dinner for the company she works for. By the way, I've always kind of thought that she was having an affair with her boss. A few drinks and she zones into being flirtatious. I always encourage this so she is aware of my cuckold tendencies.

She came home about 2 a.m. , tipsy and in a panic. She had hit a man on a bicycle and knocked him off the street and into sidewalk. Realizing she was drunk, she panicked and drove home. I calmed her down with a couple of Valium. Added to the booze, she was really spaced. She told me the details of the accident. We decided to remain silent. 

For the next few days we watched the news. They reported on the hit and run, adding that the old guy on the bike could only tell them it was a dark car.After a couple of weeks it died down and Sandra was relieved. She was contrite and swore off drinking. For about a week.i had come up with a scheme so I called Vic and told him I had to see him. Next day I took the car to his shop. I had told Sandra that the car needed repairs to the front fender and that I had found a shop which advertised discretion. 

When I got there I met Vic face to face for the first time. He was about 30, and black. I was surprised. Hadn't known his race.

somehow that made my plan even hotter. I admitted to him what had happened, knowing that he might not see things my way and now had the power to send my wife to prison. But he was amazed and delighted to go along with it.

we decided that this was what happened . He asked about insurance and I said not to report it. Blah blah... he went through some channels and realized that this was indeed the car the cops were looking for. He said he would think about it and let me know the next day. Meanwhile he would keep the car and send me home in a cab. This was the story I told Sandra.