L and I had gone out for dinner, it was our first time together without the kids in tow for a while, and we’d relished reconnecting after what felt a while out of sync. Life, work, young family, aging parents, bills, just…adulting. It had been a brilliant evening, starting off a bit stilted as we began to recall who we were as a couple; as the courses progressed and we made our way through a bottle of wine, we remembered those connections. Eye contact got warmer, hand gestures lingered, hints of better things to come as we were booked into a hotel that night. It had been too long since we’d really had good sex rather than the tired, almost obligatory kind.

It was when the bill came that everything changed. It wasn’t cheap, well over £200, but that wasn’t the problem. As I reached into my pocket for my wallet, a cold feeling passed through my body – it wasn’t there.

“Fuck. L, please tell me you’ve got my wallet in your handbag?”

“No!” she exclaimed, shocked. “I’ve got nothing in here but the hotel passkey and my lipstick. I thought you had it.”

“I was sure I left the hotel with it. It’s only a short walk, I can’t have dropped it. I must have left it there.”

“Shit, Rich. You’re so forgetful. I can picture it on the TV console in our room. What are we going to do?”

“I’ll speak to the staff. I can hopefully nip out and get it, or drop it off tomorrow,”

I signalled the waiter over. “Hi. I’m really sorry, I’ve left my wallet in the hotel. It’s just round the corner. Can I nip out and get it?

“Look, mate, we’re about to close and you’re the last ones here. It’s been a long day and it’s only me and the boss left. Did you not bring a phone with a payment app?” 

“No, they’re in the hotel safe, in the Regency House. We wanted a digital free night. Can we perhaps drop by first thing and pay tomorrow?”

“We’ve heard this before and it seems to be on the up, we’ve been burnt quite a bit recently with similar stories. I’m going to have to speak to Kim, the manager. Don’t go anywhere.

Kim soon arrived, a blonde woman in a dark trouser suit with a tight, white top underneath it.

“Alan has explained the situation,” she started out. “There’s been a spate of these non-payments, and they’re really convincing. Well-dressed couple, like yourselves. It’s cost us a small fortune these past months. If you can’t pay, and can’t leave some collateral, we’ll have to call the police. Alan, get the phone, please.”

L interjected. “No, really, we’re not scamming. Please. Please, there must be something we can do. Really, anything. I don’t know, can we do a service, wash up?”

“The washing up is long done, the dish staff have called it a night,” replied Kim before pausing. She bit her lip as she looked L up and down appraisingly. “There is one way out, I suppose. A different kind of…service. You did say, ‘anything’, after all”, she added, with a knowing smile.

As she said it, clocking the look on her face, dread coursed through my veins.

“Go on,” replied L.

“Well, if we had a video of you, something compromising, this would persuade you to come back and settle your bill. If you pay by lunch time tomorrow, we delete it.”

“Hang on, what kind of video?” I blustered.

“Something…erotic. How about you touch yourself for us and we see how things develop from there? I’ll direct, and you do as you’re told, L.”

This was worse than I’d imagined. I was raging but at the same time in a state of almost total panic.

“What the fuck? You don’t have to do this, L. This is fucking illegal. It’s blackmail.”

“I think you’ll find it’s not.” Responded Kim smoothly. “It’s a good old-fashioned barter. Your wife’s performance acts as a credit agreement, a form of overnight interest, if you will.”

“Shut up, Rich, You got us into this, and I’m getting us out of it. I’ll do it,” said L. “Let’s this over and done with. Where do you want me, Kim”

“Good girl. Over there on one of the sofas in the lobby. And you, sir, can zip it and sit at the bar. A word from you and we’re calling the police.”

I’ve never been in trouble with the law, and this thing here had spiralled out of my control. I meekly did as I was told as L sat on sofa, with Alan and Kim sitting on one opposite, making themselves comfortable. Alan was holding up his phone, sideways, evidently recording already.

“Let’s begin,” Kim toned. “Open your legs. Wide”

L, blushing, did as instructed. This made the hem of her short dress ride up her thighs, exposing her tiny red panties. I was holding my breath, horrified in the main but at the same time slightly fascinated.

“Very nice. Stroke your thighs for us. Both hands. Gently does it,” came the next instruction.

L followed orders. The blushing in her cheeks remained as she lazily traced lines up and down the tops and insides of her thighs.

“Mmm, good. Alan, where shall we go next, what do you think?” Kim asked her colleague, who was slack jawed at the show on offer.

“Her tits,” he croaked, adjusting himself on the sofa, the tent of an erection eminently visible in his dark slacks. He was not the only one, I was having trouser twinges of my own, in spite of the horrendous dynamic playing out here. What the hell?

“Excellent idea. L, pinch your nipples, as hard as you can bear. Make them stand up for us.”

L loves a bit of rough play, and she bit her bottom lip as she cupped her full breasts, rubbing a fingertip over each nipple before pinching them both really deeply, which elicited a moan from her. It also caused her to slide down the seat a little, opening her legs wider and exposing herself even further. Her underwear was virtually see-through, and nothing was left to the imagination.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you, you dirty slut? Again,” Kim ordered.

Again, a hard pinch leading to another moan, a little louder than the last. Her throat was turning pink, a sure sign that she was getting turned on here. I couldn’t believe my eyes. L was actually…enjoying this. I also couldn’t believe that I was starting to, too. Despite myself, I was getting hard and could feel my cock starting to leak. 

“Right. Let’s see more of you. Undo the top of your dress, let the front fall. Show us your tits. Put on a show. Maintain eye contact at all times.”

L was in a sheer halter neck dress, braless, bare at the back. Now with a slight smile on her face, and looking the manager in the eye, she reached up with two hands und undid the catch at the back, slowly pulling the fabric down, inch by inch. She paused before her nipples were revealed, and then let it fall. She has gorgeous breasts, and her pink nipples were drawn tight and hard. She was clearly getting very into this now.

L had everyone in her thrall. Alan had given up all pretences and had a hand deep into his trousers, while Kim had undone hers and it looked like she was drawing gentle circles on her clit. She was as flushed as L was, and she moaned a little before issuing the next order. “Pants off. Show us your cunt, slut.”

L lifted her hips and reached up, hooking her hands under the waistband of her red panties, then drew them down past her knees and ankles. “Where do you want them, Kim?” she whispered.

“Bring them over here, and then sit down again, legs wide, slut,” came the response.

L did as she was told, crossing the short distance between the sofas, handing over her underwear before resuming her open legged position. She looked desperately flustered but also somehow confident at the same time – naked to the waist but with her skirt bunched up almost like a belt.

I was entranced by the whole thing. At one level I was kicking myself for getting us into this mess. If only I’d brought my wallet, we’d have been home in our hotel by now, having a drink and hopefully destined for fun times a deux. At the same time, though, there was something curiously delicious about what was transpiring, and part of me was delighted that we’d ended up here. I was equally terrified and hugely turned on.

Kim took a deep smell of L’s knickers and nodded her approval. “Your cunt smells wonderful darling. Don’t you agree, Alan?” she asked, passing them to her waiter who pressed them against his nose and concurred.

“Show us how wet you are, slut,” she continued. “I want to see and hear how horny this is making you, you dirty fucker.”

Squeezing a nipple with one hand, L slid a hand into her slit, jumping slightly as she brushed over her clit, and slid two fingers right into her pussy. They passed in so easily that there was no doubt that she was dripping. Working them in and out a few times made audible squelches, and she lasciviously withdrew them and sucked them into her mouth, savouring her wetness before returning them to caress her quim.

“Excellent. Lift your feet onto the couch and stroke yourself for us. We want to see everything. But no coming – get close to the edge but don’t cross it.” Kim then added a cruel line: “If you cum, it’s 999 and the deal’s off.”

L nodded. Closing her eyes and with her head back, she teased her labia, pulling at the gently, expertly pressing all of the buttons that brought her pleasure. She reached inside herself, fingering herself vigorously, mewling gently, and then laying off. She alternated between this, and toying with her clit and lips. Her cunt was glistening, and the smell and sounds of her arousal filled the space.

I was flabbergasted by the whole scene, incredulous that this was happening in front of me but also sporting erection issues of my own, with what felt like an iron bar in my trousers. I didn’t want to irritate Kim, I’d had no permission to touch myself so I didn’t, just squirming in emotional and sexual discomfort on my bar stool.

The same was not true for the two restaurant staff. Alan by now had his trousers and pants down and was vigorously stroking his cock, his fist pumping as h ogled my wife who was legs akimbo, pleasuring herself while being recorded on his phone. Kim had her jaw stuck out in determination, one hand up her top, mauling her tits, and the other inside her own trousers, mirroring what L was doing.

“Fuck. Let’s turn this up a notch,” Kim interjected after a few minutes. “Alan, pass me your phone. You’re going to spunk all over L’s tits. You, slut, are not allowed to cum.”

Alan relinquished his still recording phone and stood up, shuffling across the floor on two feet as quickly as he could with his trousers and underwear around his ankles. His tumescent cock was puce at the top, shining under the restaurant’s spotlights. He was obviously close.

L looked at Alan’s cock looming over her, and pawed at her tits while slowly teasing her pussy. “Come on, give me your juices. I want them,” she growled.

I didn’t know whether to shocked or impressed at how ballsy my wife was. I settled for both, but Alan seemed to be more than impressed. Suddenly grasping his cock firmly at the base, he lunged his hips forwards and released an almighty grown as his helmet swelled and then erupted. The first emission landed on L’s left tit, but the next one leapt further, hitting her squarely on her chin and in her hair. This was matched by the following two large pulses of cum before the remaining globs landed back on her tits.

This was too much for Kim, who screamed out loud, “FUCKKKKSAKEOHMYGOD!” as she tipped over the edge, fingers buried as deep inside her as she could reach. Miraculously she managed to hold the phone more or less steady as she bucked her way through her own orgasm.

After it passed, she withdrew the hand from her trousers and pressed stop on the phone. “I think that’ll cover it. Now fuck off, you two and be back tomorrow for twelve on the dot or this is hitting the airwaves.”

L quickly closed her dress up, not even bothering to clear up Alan’s spunk which was visible in her hair and on the back fabric of her dress. Picking up her handbag, she stood up and grabbed my hand as we legged it out of the door.

We didn’t say anything as we hurriedly walked the two blocks, both of us lost in whatever thoughts and emotions were coursing through us after the preceding event. I didn’t know what to think, I was a ball of conflicting emotions. It was a fantasy come true for her, I knew, she’s always had an exhibitionist streak, but I never thought it would materialise. For me, I’d somehow lost some dignity but at the same time a door had been opened, but where to I didn’t know.

As soon as we were back in her room, L turned to me and pulled me close, smashing her mouth against mine in a kiss that was fierce in its passion. I could smell Alan’s deposit on her face and hair but this didn’t matter, if anything it had certain aphrodisiac qualities which was sort of puzzling but at the same time irrelevant in that moment.

What followed was one of the most intense sex sessions that L and I had in years, a myriad of holes, tastes, and almost animalistic debauchery. It was a combination frustrations of somehow missing each other and making up for lost time, but also turbocharged by our experience in the restaurant which has unleashed something new in both of us.

As I drifted off to sleep, I casually glanced down at L’s open handbag on the floor. Peeking out of the top, I caught a glimpse of the corner of my wallet…