"I told you we should have taken a taxi," Mark said to his wife, Sally as they surveyed the damage to the front of their car.
"Oh come on Mark! I may have had a few drinks tonight, but I'm not that drunk."
Mark sighed. Sally always seemed to get her own way in the end. He had not been happy about her driving them home from the party that night. However much she claimed that she was not drunk, he knew that she had consumed several glasses of wine and was now slurring her words slightly. The argument had continued in the car, and almost to prove a point, Sally had driven faster than usual, the tyres squealing on this deserted mountain road. Deserted that is, until another vehicle pulled out in front of them. It all seemed to happen so fast. There was a flash of headlights, a loud crash and suddenly they had impacted the side of the other car. As he and his pretty wife inspected the damage to their own vehicle, Mark sighed again as he watched a tall, good looking man climb from the other damaged car and walk towards them.
"Real sorry bout that, guys" he drawled, sidling up to them. "Just didn't see you as I pulled out."
Before Mark had a chance to reply, Sally interrupted.
"Damn right you're sorry!" She spat vehemently, the alcohol effecting her voice. "Look at the damage to my car. You must be blind or something!"
The stranger had expected a reaction, but was surprised when he immediately noticed that she seemed to be under the influence of strong drink.
"Well, you seemed to have had a bit of a drink tonight, I think." His attitude changed from that of apology, as he challenged her.
"So what if I have?"
"Well, it's against the law I'm afraid, sweetheart!"
"What, so you're a cop now are you?" said Sally sarcastically.
"No, but now I'm thinking it would be a good idea to call one!"
Mark interrupted the argument as he saw his wife's face turn white.
"Now, hold on there, man. Surely we don't need to get the cops involved, I'm sure we can sort this out between ourselves?" he looked inquiringly at the tall stranger.
"What do you suggest?"
"Well," Mark continued. "What if we each pay for the damage to our own cars, and forget the whole thing happened?"
The stranger laughed. A deep hollow sound emitting from his lips.
"Hmmm. I don't know about that now. Seems to me, the little lady was driving a bit too fast. And also drinking?" He shook his head slowly from side to side in mock disapproval. "I think you may have to do a little better than that, if you don't want me to call the cops!"
"OK. So how much do you want?"
The stranger laughed again. Mark had become aware that the man had been staring directly at Sally throughout the discussion, and it had made him slightly uneasy.
"Do I look like I need your money? No, I was thinking of an entirely different form of payment!"
Once again, Mark followed the strangers eyes as they centred on his wife. Sally was propping herself up against their damaged car for support. She was obviously feeling a little dizzy now, and looked relieved that Mark appeared to be dealing with the situation.
Mark looked back at the strangers smirking face and realised what he had in mind.
"You cannot be serious!" He blurted out. "No. No way!"
"OK. Fine" the man said as he pulled his cell phone from his inside pocket. "I'll just make that call to the cops then!"
Mark interrupted before he had chance to dial. "OK...OK...Wait a second, let me speak to my wife."
Mark walked the short distance to where Sally was swaying gently, propped against the car. He began to explain the situation as she listened, drunkenly.
"What! You mean to say I got to blow this guy, or he calls the cops?"
"That's about it, honey" Mark replied. "Come on. We've done this before. I'll be there all the time to make sure nothing goes wrong, then we can go home and forget the whole incident."
Mark felt a familiar twinge of excitement build in his loins as his petite wife lowered her eyes and slowly nodded her head in agreement.
It was true, they had done this many times before, but never in such strange circumstances. Over the past couple of years, Mark had become accustomed to watching Sally blow other men (and the occasional girl!) as he watched from a safe distance. Visions of her long brown hair cascading down her back as she took an assortment of erections into her mouth and the thoughts of calloused hands of hard working labourers and construction workers contrasting with the pale, creamy flesh of his wife's breasts, danced before his eyes. They had both found this extension to their sex life extremely fulfilling, but this current situation almost seemed forced, coerced somehow, and he for one, found it even more exciting. As he walked back towards the stranger to complete the negotiations, he tried to control his excited breathing.
"OK. Sally's up for it. Where do you want to do it?"
"Hmmm. Your car, I think." The stranger replied almost casually.
Mark sat in the front seat as the other man opened the back door, and taking Sally by the hand led her into the rear of the vehicle.