Donald Trump Fucked My Wife

Little did I know that my wife's obsession with politics would lead to one of the most bizarre and humiliating experiences of my life. She had been glued to the TV ever since the 2016 election, following every tweet, every scandal, every victory and defeat. While I found her fervor exhausting, she was convinced that "making America great again" was her personal mission.

It all came to a head last summer when I received a cryptic text from an unknown number. "I'm inside Mar-a-Lago. Come quick." Panicked, I called my wife's phone, only to have it picked up by a familiar voice. "Donald Trump here. Your wife and I are having a... discussion about policy. Why don't you join us?"

Heart pounding, I rushed to the exclusive resort, barely registering the security checkpoints as I barged into the presidential suite. There, lounging on the bed in a bathrobe, was the 45th (Now 47th) President of the United States. And there, kneeling before him, was my wife, the woman I thought I knew so well.

"Alicia, what the hell is going on?" I said to her frantically, taking in the surreal, Almost comical image of that fat fucking old bastard fucking my wife. The leader of the free world smirked at me.

"Just making a deal, small hands here can't seem to close them," he quipped. My wife giggled, My blood was boiling and i could feel my heart coming out of my chest. Was this really happening?

"I've been teaching her about the art of the deal," Trump continued, beckoning me closer. "And let me tell you, she's a real winner. Best wife, tremendous wife."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mind reeled as I tried to process the fact that my spouse had not only met the president but somehow seduced him.

"Honey, why?" was all I could muster, feeling utterly emasculated. Trump chuckled, patting the bed beside him.

"Why don't you come over here and I'll explain everything. We're going to Make America Fuck Again, if you know what I mean."