This event occurred when I was thirty-five and had been married to my second husband, John, for eight years.

Sex had become a rare occurrence between my husband and me, and his only sexual demand in almost two months had been for me to suck him off in bed on a Sunday morning while he read The Sunday Sport. 

I was working part-time in an office in an engineering company where John was employed as a site manager. He had a very well-paid job, although most of his money was wasted on booze and his obsession with flash cars. He was seldom in the office, because he managed most of the site construction work.

I was constantly pestered by a young guy called Roger from the drawing office, who did his utmost to flirt with me and had even asked me to go out with him a few times. 

One Monday morning, Roger came into my office just after the ten am break and asked me if I had ever seen the Demi Moore film called Indecent Proposal. I told him that I hadn't seen it, but I'd seen some extracts and knew what it was about.

"Well, what would you say if I offered you five hundred pounds to spend a night with me?"

"Would your pretty little wife approve, Roger?"  I asked. 

Roger crumbled. He didn't expect that reply. 

"Err, she's going away for a week to see her sister in Wales, so she wouldn't know."

"Not getting enough at home, are you, Roger?"  He didn't answer.

"That's enough for now, Roger, be a good boy and close the door on your way out." 

As Roger left, I called his name. He turned  to face me, and I said,

"Make it a grand and it's a deal." 

Roger left my office without replying. A grand may seem like a lot, but Roger was foolish with money. He was even worse than my husband, John, at disposing of his wages.  Roger had recently paid twenty-seven thousand pounds for a Porsche and never driven it. Six months later, he traded it in against an even more expensive Porsche and seemed very pleased that the dealer had allowed him nineteen thousand for it. Fools and their money are easily parted, and I intended to cash in on this fool.                   

The week passed without any further contact from Roger, and then on Friday, after lunch, he appeared again in my office. "Ok Kate, it's a deal. Next weekend, if that's all right with you?"

  I agreed and asked where we would be spending the night. 

"Jury's hotel. Is that ok? Oh, and how do I pay you?"

I hadn't given that any thought, as I didn't really expect Roger to go through with his plan, but I told him it would have to be cash and I'd want to be paid before the event took place.

Roger told me that he'd get cash from the ATM and contact me later.

When I got home from work, I prepared dinner and then went upstairs to shower. John arrived home at that point and came into the bathroom. When he saw that I was in the shower, he undressed and joined me. He was somewhat aroused and told me to turn around to face the wall. Within seconds, I felt his cock being pushed inside my vigina and he pushed me roughly against the wall of the shower. I told him that he was hurting me, but he responded by saying,

"You fucking love it, bitch, just be grateful that you're getting poked."

Within a few seconds, John shot his load inside me and pulled out. We finished showering in silence, and then John made his way to the bedroom to get dressed. What could have been a very erotic experience turned out to be another disappointment for me. I finished showering alone and joined John in the bedroom.

John was already dressed and told me that he was going to the Castleton bowling club to have a few drinks with Les and Dave.

"What about dinner?"

"Don't have time, I'll get a burger in the club."

Then he ran downstairs and left by the front door. I knew that he wouldn't be home until after midnight, and he'd be drunk, as usual. At least John was predictable.

I ate dinner alone and then checked my phone. There was a text from Roger. It read,

"Got some cash here. Can meet later. Check pic.. Hope you like."

I scrolled down, and found the picture. It was a picture of Roger's erection and to my surprise, it wasn't a tiny, shrivelled little thing. On the contrary. Roger's cock was long and thick, and had a good shape, with a very suckable head. The only off-putting thing about it was the forest of hair at the base.

I sent a text back to Roger,

"Very nice. Meet me in Pat's bar. Dock Street after Nine. Phone me if you can't find it and shave your cock if you want it checked out?"

A few minutes later, Roger confirmed.

I arrived at Pat's bar just before nine O'clock and went inside. Strober was sitting at his usual table, so I joined him. He pointed to a pint of lager and said,

"I got that for Cecil, but he's fucked off, so help yourself."

The band started playing an Allman Brothers song, and Strober shut his eyes and sat back in his chair. He was lost somewhere in the nineteen-seventies in his mind. I sipped at my pint and looked around. Nothing ever changed in Pat's. The same faces every week. A mixture of bikers and dedicated regulars who came every Friday night to listen to the resident band. I liked it that way. It made me feel safe.

Shortly afterwards, Roger arrived, wearing a lime green suit and a mustard coloured waistcoat. I cringed when I noticed him.. He drew the attention of everyone in the bar. The vocalist in the band even paused for a moment when he noticed Roger.

Roger hadn't spotted me, I was wearing my bike jacket and jeans, and blended in with the crowd. He sat at a table near the door and started waving at Charlie, the barman and shouting, "Service!"

Roger was more used to posh wine bars in the University district than biker bars in Sailortown. I decided to intervene before Charlie ventured out from behind the bar to thump him.

I left my seat and walked towards him.  I could see a look of relief on his face when he spotted me. I sat down at his table and said, "

Gonna buy a lady a drink?"

I called Charlie over from the bar and asked for a gin with ice.  Roger asked Charlie for the wine list, and Charlie said,

"Are you fucking taking the piss, sonny?"

I told Charlie to bring him a glass of red wine. 

"I have your money, Kate."

I told Roger to hang on to it for now, and he could give me the cash outside when we were leaving.

Pat's bar was not a good place for a cash exchange, and Roger had already drawn too much attention to himself. Everyone in the bar seemed to be looking in our direction.   

When we finished our drinks, we went outside. I told Roger to follow me in his car. I drove to nearby Jennymount Street, which is unoccupied and has a secluded turning area at the far end.

 I parked there, and Roger joined me in my car. He handed me a brown envelope and told me,

"There's £500.00 in that, I'll get you the rest next week before we spend our night together, is that ok?

I took the envelope and placed it below my seat. Roger opened the car door and was about to leave when I told him to sit tight because I wanted to check that he'd shaved his pubic hair off for me.

Roger looked nervous. I reached over and loosened the zip on his trousers.  I wasn't totally sure what to expect, but what I found was a fair-sized, thick cock, almost eight inches long and in a semi-erect state. I got Roger to lift himself up a little so that I could pull his trousers down a bit to give me better access, not to mention a clearer view.

A few strokes and Roger was rigid. I moved my hand slowly up and down his shaft. He moaned, and I continued my slow hand action for a while and then jerked his cock harder and faster. Roger was squirming around now and nearing his orgasm. I went down hard on him and raked his exposed gland with my teeth.  It was all too much for him, and he shot his hot cum off in spurts into my mouth.

I held on until the spurts ceased. My mouth was full of his cum. I  withdrew carefully, making sure that I didn't drip cum over myself or my leather seats. Then I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to let Roger see that it was empty. I smiled and looked Roger in the face and asked, "Do you want a kiss?"   

Roger said, "Ugh, no way,"

I wiped Roger's cock with a tissue, and he got out of my car.

"That was your free sample, Roger. See you at work on Monday."

I drove off and left Roger standing there, wondering what had just happened.

  Roger's cock was his best feature. Maybe my night as his slut might be fun after all?  I would have to wait until next weekend to find out.