Negotiable: The price is right
I cheated on my husband, Barry. He was on a business assignment in Baltimore. My next door neighbor, Mary, was also on assignment in another city. At least they told us it was different cities. So it seemed like a good idea for her husband, John, and I to have dinner together. He suggested one of the best restaurants in town, and I was delighted. Besides great French food, there was a dance floor, and a band that played music that invited dancing together. After two slow dances in a row, I could feel his erection. It's nice to know that I have still got it.
We were parked in a dark corner of the lot, overlooking the river that ran by the restaurant. When John suggested that we get in the back seat and neck a little to take the edge off from the dancing, somehow that seemed like a great idea at the time. Within five minutes, I was lying on my back, my breasts were free, and his hand was under my skirt. Since I was on the pill, I didn't see any point in stopping, so he took me bareback. We had already cheated, so we decided to do it comfortably in my home. I would not use our marriage bed. He had three orgasms in the spare bedroom. I had five. It's amazing how exciting sex can be, when it is not with your spouse.
Two weeks later, for some strange reason, John wanted to discuss our night. He insisted that I meet him for lunch. I said that if it was a good restaurant and he was paying, sure.
I was shocked when John told me if I didn't service his clients, he would tell Barry that I cheated on him. Because I would not use our marriage bed, John thought that I was ashamed of my cheating. It was John's turn to be shocked at my response.
"Cheap, cheap, cheap, my bosses pay good money to get that kind of professional service. You should not be such an amateur. You know Barry is six foot five, and two hundred fifty pounds of muscle. Do you really want me to tell him that you seduced me. He also has friends in low places if he doesn't want to do it himself. Now, let's negotiate."
