Better Than A Wet Dream
It was all about sex, and it was better than a wet dream.
His name was Ron. We entered his hotel and stopped at the bar. We took a secluded booth in the back and ordered a drink. Ron, one of my husband’s most important clients, was very charming. My husband asked me to entertain him, which meant a night of sex. By the end of our second drink, Ron suggested we have a drink in his room. I readily agreed. He paid the bill and ushered me off to his suite. We entered his suite and st...