My BBW Wife and Her Lovers

I don’t know when I became a cuckold but thinking back on how I met my wife I do remember that the first thing I did was give her away.
Back in the early 70s you could call a number and listen to the time of day repeated on some kind of loop.
Eventually some kids found out that it was also kind of a party line. So that if 2 or
more people were listening to the time and one shouted into his phone the other

people connected could barely hear what he said. So kids would call “time”, shout out their phone number and then hang up and wait to see if anyone would call them back.
Well anyway, one day I was walking in the door, after work, on my way to the beer when the phone rang, I picked it up and a young sounding girl asked me if I had just called “time”. Someone had just told me about this at work but I was in no mood to talk to some teenybopper so I handed the phone to my best friend, who was living with me at the time, and was always interested in talking to girls. Teenybopper or not. I told him it was some chick who got a wrong number.
He took the phone and over the next few days they talked a lot.
One day he asked me if I would drive him over to this girls aunts house after I got home from work. He said that she was babysitting her aunts kids and had invited him over.I told him that that didn’t sound like a lot of fun to me but that I would drive him. Even though he was wasting his time with this young girl and never would score. He just smiled that stupid smile of his and said that she wasn’t really that young. She just sounded that way on the phone.

It was getting late by the time he called me to pick him back up. I drove over and knocked on the door. My buddy answered it while putting on his shirt and we walked out on to the front porch. He was in a very good mood and I could tell that he had gotten lucky.
Now I was starting to get annoyed because he had proven me wrong…Again. I was telling him to hurry up and get dressed if he wanted a ride home when she walked out the door.
She had long dark brown hair, haunting green eyes and when she bent over to put out her cigarette and I saw what her butt looked like in her Levi’s I was never the same.
Over the next few weeks, my buddy left town, she and I talked on the phone a lot and became friends. Over time we became lovers, got married and raised a family.
And we still like to tell the story about how we met on a wrong number and how I gave her away to my best friend.

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