Melissa had been acting funny for a bit, distracted like she wanted to tell me something but could not bring herself to do so. One evening I sat her down and asked her what was wrong, she could not look at me. "I made a bet." She said, then she stopped for a minute and continued, "I made a bet on the election with Eric." She said. Eric was a bit of a jerk, he had once made a pass at her at a party, he was drunk but she fended him off. "How was I supposed to know he would get elected." She said.
"What was the terms of the bet?" I asked her. Basically if she won he would have to do her monthly reports for a month. "And if you lost what would you have to do?" I asked her.
"Well I thought he'd never win." Melissa said scrunching up her face in embarrassment. I pressed her for what would happen if Eric won. What did he want. "He... wanted me to...jerk him off." I could not believe what I just heard. The thought flashed in my mind of my wife with her hand around Eric's black cock. I was angry, and yet the thought also intrigued me. There was something sexy regarding the thought of my wife jerking off another man. I thought quickly on what to do, knowing I could make this situation go either way.
"He can't make you comply with the bet." I told Melissa making her smile. She has long brown hair, a cute nose and cuter smile. Her tits are small and squeezable, her body with its long legs and arms and a nice round ass has turned more than a few heads, though she would blush if she knew she was being stared at, she is a bit shy.
"However, he could tell human resources if he was a shithead. Then there is the matter of being fair." I added in.
"You are not suggesting..." she said horrified.
"No, but if you won the bet you would have made him do the monthly reports? Right? And I know how much you hate them." She nodded her head. "Well then if you expected him to live up to his end of the bargain, you have to live up to yours."
"I know, but he's black and all." She said.
"I know, but you made the bet with him knowing that. Look just do it quickly and get it done with. Otherwise he will keep bugging you about it."
My wife said she'd feel unsafe doing it anywhere but here, afraid he might have cameras, but what she might have really feared is that he might persuade her to go further than she wanted to, or intended to. I told her that I could be in the basement, but we would pretend that I was out of the house. I could call her and tell her I was working late and she could always call me if things got out of hand. My wife thought about it some more and made me promise to her that I was not angry and would not be angry if she did it. I told her I would not be. The weekend before I rigged a hidden webcamera in that could see the couch. I wanted to see what was going to happen, and record it.
That Monday my wife called Eric up and told him to come over. She was still wearing her business suit from work, I loved the way its tailored fit emphasized her hips and other curves. I told her she should have some lube so she could get it done quicker. She was still a bit nervous and had a beer.
"You are not going to be mad at me." She said shyly. I told her there was nothing to worry about and that she was making a bigger thing of this than she had to. She calmed down a bit then. The doorbell rang and I went downstairs and booted up the webcam making sure to turn down the volume low.
She went to the door, she was a little frosty in greeting Eric, who was over six feet and extremely dark. They had some small talk, then she got him a beer.
As she adjusted her glasses she asked him was there any way to get out of it. "Couldn't I do your monthly reports for like the next quarter or something?" she asked. He chuckled and told her a deal was a deal. She was a bit crestfallen as he sat down on the couch motioning for her to sit next to him.
"Look, I am going to do this but what happens here stays here. You tell your buddies about this and I am going to deny it. Understood?" she said. He chuckled and agreed.
