It had been one of those hot and muggy days when, as soon as you went outside, your shirt stuck to your back. I came back from the client, wrote up the day’s events, showered, shaved, and put on fresh clothes.

Sitting in the bar with a pint glass of iced water, trying to stay hydrated.

I noticed a couple in their early 20s looking in my direction frequently and having an animated conversation. After a while, they came over and asked if I could join them, and I agreed. Brian said, "This is my wife, Sally, and I am Brian."

"Hello, I'm Richard," I replied as we chatted for a few minutes until Brian asked if I was married. I explained I was not, then he asked if I was single, and I said that I was.

A long pause followed as the two of them kept looking at each other. Eventually, Sally said in an irritated voice, "My stupid husband has lost a bet."

My response was sympathetic and non-committal. Next she said, “I was the bet. I have to sleep with a stranger in a hotel. Apparently, some of his Cronies are here to see if it happens."

It was my turn to be quiet, then I offered, “What are you wanting from me?"

Sally said, "Take me to your bed and fuck me." Turning to her husband, she said, “Then we'll look at getting a divorce."

Looking a bit more closely at Sally, she was about 5 feet 6, size 36 D breasts, all covered by a dress. Her legs were covered in nylons, and she had medium heels on.

After thinking it over, I said I would do it. Sally was between annoyed and relieved. 'Let's go to my room,' I said.

Brian got up, and I stopped him, telling him he'd have to wait in the bar. Getting in the lift, we were accompanied by a gentleman who got off at our floor. Thinking about what Sally had said, I let him go first, and he went into a room.

I opened the door, let her in, and she kicked off her shoes and started unzipping her dress. I stopped her. "Look, I agreed to try and get you out of a jam. I don’t think you want to go through with this, and we don't have to.”

Breaking down in tears, she collapsed on the bed. I moved the pillows so we could sit and relax. "Why?" she asked.

“Because you don’t want to, and if we did, you would probably not feel comfortable after,” was my response.

“What do we do about proof? In case they ask?"

"We will think of something. Let me put a music channel on in case they are listening at the door.”

After about two hours, we decided it was long enough. "Okay, what do we do about proof?"

"Well, I have an idea, but I'm not sure if you will agree”, I said.

"Okay, what do we do?”

“First, we get your hair done differently, so it looks like it was a mess, but you have sorted it. Next, you go in the bathroom and make yourself cum in your pants, and the last one you may need to think about. I give you a love bite on your breast where your mouth can’t reach, say, the underside."

It was an evening of pauses. "Okay" was the quiet response.

First, she combed out her hair, and she looked even more stunning than before. Undoing her blouse, she opened it and lifted her bra, not exposing her nipples. I spent a good few minutes sucking before the mark came up.

Looking at me, she kissed me on the lips before entering the bathroom and locking the door. I heard her moaning and swearing before it went quiet, the lock turned, and she came out flushed in the face. "We need to get to the bar before that goes, and give me your phone." She quickly dialed her own number and told me to save it.

Back in the bar, Kevin was sitting with another man and didn’t bother to introduce him. “Best fuck ever,” said Sally.

The stranger said, "Prove it."

Looking around, Sally undid her blouse and lifted the bra to show the love "bite".

"That proves nothing," he said, again looking around. Sally slipped off her panties and threw them at him. He sniffed and turned to Brian and said the debt was paid, keeping her panties. He got up and left.

“Thank you," she said to me in a soft voice, turning to Brian. She snapped, "Take me home. You are sleeping in the spare room!”

About an hour later, I received a WhatsApp picture. She was naked from the waist up. The message read, 'Keep in touch.'

I thought that was the end of it, but no, the next message was asking when I would be back.

To be continued...