The Setup

Having recently turned 50, my wife of twenty-nine years, now 47 and in my eyes as hot as the day I met her, albeit with a little bit of plastic enhancement, courtesy of a successful business.

We have three great kids who are gradually easing their way through school and eventually into the workforce.

My wife, Amanda, described herself as a home executive. I thought of her more as a lucky woman.

Amanda is a great wife and mother. She is industrious at home, a great cook, and excellent with the kids; she takes real pride in her appearance. Her downtime is at the gym or running around the parks. All in all, a pretty good life.

As for me, I'm a European car importer, having held my license for 20 years, and I distribute vehicles throughout the country with a staff of twenty. The last few years have been good to me, even during the COVID pandemic; rich people still wanted cars so I couldn't complain.

Friday night was always a drinking night, catching up with mates, talking a lot of bullshit but plenty of laughs.

I joined my friend Toby.

Toby got up as he spoke. "Lee, good to see you, hey, firstly let me introduce you to Mike, he's with First National, Real Estate, he's their golden boy"

"Mike, pleased to meet you"

"Likewise, suffice to say I think Toby might be blowing just a tad too much sunshine up my arse, I'm not really the golden boy, just a harder grafter than some of the others" Said Mike.

"I'll let you guys catch up, I see a couple of colleagues over there, and there are a couple of fillies I wouldn't mind checking out either, " said Mike, and he headed to the other side of the room.

"So, what's the deal with Mike, new client?" I asked Toby

"He recently closed a deal on a ten-million-dollar property, and has decided he wants to go it alone and requires legal representation", Toby explained.

"You are without a doubt the man for the job." I patted him on the back.

"No doubt about that, my man. From what research I have done, he is a big closer from the boardroom to the bedroom." Toby said.

"Do tell." Using him on.

"Just hang around here long enough, and you might get to see the master in action." He motioned around the room.

Toby and I mingled with friends and colleagues over the next few hours. There were also plenty of women. Most of whom were on the prowl, looking for a sugar daddy.

This was the sort of scene that my wife detested. She had enjoyed the pub scene when they were dating, but after we got married and the kids arrived, her interest waned. I saw her point. From my perspective, the women were either too young, married, or mutton dressed as lamb, looking to land a husband, not for me.

I kept my eye on Mike throughout the evening. I'm not sure why, but watching him flirt from one woman to another amused me. I knew I would have to get UBER home, so when Toby lined up some shots, I was keen to indulge.

Tequila is like a depth charge. I can sink a few, then boom, they explode. Amanda says that I am a harmless drunk, and I just talk a load of gibberish. Mike headed back over to Toby and me.

"How are you guys doing? I see you are hitting the top shelf." Mike said.

"Toby is trying to get me pissed and in trouble with my wife." Not sure why I mentioned my wife.

"Oh, so you are married as well, you poor bastard." He retorted.

"There is so much crumpet out there, I couldn't stick with just one woman." Mike's gaze over the room was like a hunter searching for prey.

"I guess you must be right in Toby's case. Divorced twice and currently taking a break from his girlfriend. Good thing you are a great lawyer, Toby, my old friend."

Taking a step back, Toby said. "Easy there, Lee. We can't all be as lucky as you when it came to snagging the perfect wife."

"I'm sorry, mate. Just a little bit of jungle juice kicking in." The flush of the alcohol reached my face.

With a grin, Mike interjected. "Listen, fella's, there is no such thing as the perfect woman or wife. They are just like me. They can be very devious. They know how to play us, so I play them back. If I put my mind to it, there is not a woman in this room that I couldn't bed."

Toby was quick to my defence. "Jeez, Mike, you are full of it tonight. This guy here is the luckiest son of a bitch I know, married to a stunner, with three amazing kids and twenty-plus years of matrimonial bliss. There is no way you could get Amanda in the sack."

"He's right, mate. My wife hates these places. She refers to them as the meat market, as do I. Just look around. It is so obvious that these women are manhunters." I said, defending my wife's honour like a real gentleman.

"So, you are so confident that your wife could not be unfaithful to you?" Mike asked?

"Hell yes," I exclaimed.

"Would you put a wager on it?"

"Yeah, I would." I knew my wife would never do anything like that.

"I'm going to take a leak. We'll resume this conversation when I return." Mike turned and headed to the restroom.

"Hang on a minute, Lee. This is getting wild. Mike is trying to take the piss out of you. He is a cocky bastard. Don't play into his hand." There was genuine concern in his voice.

"Toby, I'm not. He needs to come down a notch or two." I was getting defensive, but I knew my wife.

Mike returned. "Look, I'm sorry, Lee. I was winding you up. I'm sure you have an amazing wife and a very safe, secure marriage."

"Don't start giving me any condescending bullshit. I'll take your bet and your money. What shall it be? A thousand bucks, that you can't get my wife into bed, but we have to have some rules." My volume surprised us both.

"Rules, what do you mean?" Mike's interest piqued.

"Well, time frame. Let's say you have six weeks, and I want evidence. You have to show me evidence that you have fucked my wife." Confidence spilling out of my words.

"Lee, I'm leaving. This is bloody crazy." Toby had had enough.

"Hang on, Toby. I want a witness. Who better than a lawyer? So, Mike, is it a deal?"

Mike didn't need time to make a decision. "Deal, Lee. And I will call you tomorrow. Now I shall take my leave. I need to work on the brunette over there. I need a bed warmer."

"What the fuck have you done, Lee?" Toby's concern moved to fear.

"Relax, Toby. Amanda won't fall for this clown's charm." I said.

Somehow, I managed to get an Uber and get myself home, waking up the next morning with the feeling of my cock being fondled.

"Is somebody feeling a little bit worse for wear this morning? Mummy wants a little bit of action before I get up. It is the weekend after all." Amanda was in good spirits.

"I'm sorry, honey. I feel like shit." Hangovers last longer as I get older.

"Well, let me see if I can put you right." She said.

My cock was hard, but my head was throbbing. Amanda swung her leg over me, and once astride, she took hold of my cock and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. She smelt morning fresh, her pussy was wet, and she slowly took my cock in. "Mmmm, how does that feel, my love?"

"It feels like a cure for a hangover, that's for certain." I always enjoyed our time together like this.

Amanda raised herself with my cock deep inside her. She took her T-shirt off, then came back to me so that I could suck her nipples and start to slowly rhythmically fuck her. It felt so good, and then memories of the previous evening began to flood into my brain: what the fuck had I done?

"Hey, lover, what's the deal?" She could always read me.

"What do you mean?" I said, thinking she wouldn't notice.

"Your cock is going soft." A bit of frustration seeped out.

"Jesus, Amanda, I told you I feel like shit," I said. The words held more anger than I wanted.

"Well, you weren't feeling shit a few minutes ago." She said.

"Yeah, well, I am now, sorry." I did what I could to reel it back.

"Well, maybe I will need to find a new lover." That hit me harder than expected.

"That's a real bitchy thing to say. I told you I feel like crap, but you insisted." It was a knee-jerk reaction, but I didn't take it back.

"Fuck you, Lee. I'm going to have breakfast." She said, then climbed off me. My cock had already flopped out. I watched her as she crossed the room, three kids, but still a killer body. What the fuck had I done last night?

Monday morning came soon enough, and sure enough, my first phone call was from Toby.

"What the fuck were you thinking taking a crazy bet?" Toby asked.

"Don't worry, man. I will give him a call and tell him it was the piss talking. He will be fine." I'm sure it would work.

"I'm not so sure, buddy. This guy is a bloodhound. And you certainly wound him up. You better get down on your hands and knees." I could hear Toby's intensity through the phone.

"Easy on, tiger. You are forgetting one critical piece of the puzzle."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"Amanda, she is not just going to open her legs for this guy. She is my wife, for fucks sake, and our marriage vows mean a great deal to her." It felt like a promise coming out of my mouth.

"Well, how do you think she will feel if she finds out that you bet on those vows for a thousand bucks?" It was a good question, but I brushed past it.

"Toby, you are overreacting, but to appease you, I will call Mike now. Catch you later."

"Good luck, Lee."

Toby had pissed me off, but to be on the safe side, I thought I better call Mike I thought.

"G'day Mike, it's Lee."

"Hi Lee, I bet you woke up with one hell of a hangover." I could almost see the smirk on his face.

"Yeah well about that I certainly felt like shit, but more importantly I acted like a cock, the bet was just the piss talking, nothing serious." I implored.

"Lee, we're all good. I'm sure your Amanda is a very virtuous woman, I do, however, have my reputation, a bet is a bet, let's see what happens over the next six weeks." Mike let the words hang there.

"Mike don't be a wanker, I'm sorry but let's call it quits, Mike you still there?" The fear sank in.

Mike had hung up on me, so I called Toby back, and he just wound me up further by telling me that Mike doesn't have many friends and that he would sell his grandmother for tuppence.

A couple of days passed, and nothing strange happened, so I thought that Mike had enjoyed winding me up and had forgotten the silly bet. This was until I got home on Wednesday night.

I walked into the kitchen and who should be sitting at the kitchen table, none other than Mike.

"Hi honey, look who's popped in, Mike said You were discussing purchasing another rental property on Friday night." It was clear she had no idea what was really going on here.

"Hi Mike, fancy seeing you here," I said with the best smile I could produce.

"Hi Lee, I reflected on our conversation, and I thought that I should introduce myself to your charming wife. Toby did tell me that you are a fortunate man, having such an attractive wife. I can see why you keep her locked up." Mike said, his eyes glued to my wife's ass.

"Hang on a second fella's nobody locks me up I do as I please, you cheeky buggers." Amanda chuckled.

"Look, I was just passing by, take a look at these properties and if you fancy taking a look, give me a call and I can always pick up Amanda and she can have first look." Mike was pushing it now.

"That won't be necessary, Mike, I'm sure you and I can see this through," I said.

"Hold on a minute, Lee, don't I have a say? I'm not some little housewife that you can keep locked away, Mike I will take a look and get back in touch with you." Amanda demanded.

"Sure, no problem. I'll let you guys get on with your evening. Great to see you again, Lee. I know my way out. Enjoy your evening." Mike left.

Enjoy our evening, that was a joke. Amanda was pissed at me. She said she felt humiliated by my condescending remarks and that she would make looking at the properties with Mike her new project. This was the last thing I needed to hear, and given her frame of mind, if I mentioned the stupid bet, I would be in further trouble.

Amanda went to look at a couple of properties on Saturday. Since it was a weekend, she took one of our daughters with her, so I felt very safe. They arrived home later in the afternoon, and both Amanda and my daughter were gushing over what a great guy Mike was.

The following week, Amanda went out with Mike twice to check properties. Over dinner, she gave me a complete account of what the properties were like and how Mike wasn't pushy, but was the perfect gentleman.

Home life was good, so much so that we enjoyed sex twice during the week, which is a rarity these days with the busy lives that we have. Commonly, sex is reserved for weekends. I wasn't complaining.

Week three passed, and I was starting to consider that Mike might have been taking the piss out of me because there was certainly no indication that he was putting the heat on my wife. In fact, he had told her a little about his situation, explaining how he was struggling to find the right woman to settle down with.

I had to put her right on her perception of him, telling her of his playboy status. I tried not to lay it on too thick. I didn't want to cast aspersions on his character, but equally, I didn't want her to take pity on him.

Week four, and on Wednesday, I headed home to pick up my gym gear just as Amanda was heading out. She was dressed up as if she were going somewhere fancy.

"Hey, honey, what's with the dress up? Where are you going?" Curiosity getting the better of me.

"Mike is taking me and his secretary for lunch. It's her birthday, and he asked me if I would like to join them. Don't worry, I'll be home in time to cook dinner." She was almost annoyed with my question.

'Where are you going?" I asked.

'I'm not sure it's a surprise. BYE." She was frustrated with me.

My heart rate had indeed increased. Amanda was looking sensational. I had caused this anxiety, and I had only myself to blame. Why was I worrying? Our marriage was as strong as ever.

When I arrived home, Amanda was preparing dinner. She told me about the lunch, and my worries had all been for nothing.

When we went to bed that night, Amanda didn't waste any time guiding my cock into her very wet pussy, and her orgasm followed very soon after.

"Jesus, what got into you?" I asked.

"I was horny. I wanted my husband. You're okay with that, aren't you?" Amanda's attitude was showing.

"Of course I am. It's just been a while since you jumped on my bones like you just did."

"Well, if you don't like it, maybe I'll need to look elsewhere." She was angry now.

"What the fuck does that mean?" I could feel the anger fill my blood.

"Easy does it, tiger. What has got you so upset?" She looked down at me.

"I'm sorry. Just been a tough couple of weeks. I love you, and I love what we have. Please don't take any notice of me. Any chance of a second round?" There was no way I could tell her my secret.

"Mmmm, feels to me like you are up for the task." Amanda noticed my cock coming back to life.

We fucked again, the second time with the intimacy that has been the foundation of our relationship.

In week five, I had considered that nothing was going to happen, and Mike had sought his revenge by making me sweat over the past weeks.

Thursday came, and Amanda was going to look at a house at 11:00 a. m. with Mike. I asked if we were getting close on anything, and she said that this one was a second viewing.

When I arrived home that evening, Amanda was preparing dinner, but she was different. I asked how the viewing went, and she said that the house wasn't for us and that she thinks it might be better to put the project on hold in the meantime.

There was something not right.

"Is everything okay, honey? You seem distant."

"Yes, I'm fine. Go sit in the lounge. I'll call you when dinner is ready." She waved me off.

I went to the lounge and caught up with the kids.

Dinner was quieter than usual. I helped with the washing up, and when we went to bed, Amanda seemed to take forever in the bathroom. When she finally came to bed, she had her back to me. She said she was exhausted and turned the light out.

When I arrived at work the next morning, a courier packet was on my desk. There was a note in the packet: "Once you've seen the movie, text me and I'll give you more instructions."

I clicked the lock on my office door and inserted the USB stick into my computer. Amanda and Mike were in what I presumed was Mike's apartment. I turned the volume up so that I could hear the conversation.

Mike's voice came in clear. "Amanda, I'm sorry, but a few weeks back when I was out drinking with Lee and Toby, we were just tossing shit at each other, and I was bragging that all women are up for it. Lee, on the other hand, reckoned that I was full of shit. He said that there is no way that his wife would fall for my antics, as he called them. Of course, I wound him up a bit more, and Lee bet me a thousand dollars that you wouldn't fall for my charm. I didn't know you then like I do now, and I shouldn't have taken the bet."

"So you're telling me that my husband used me as a bargaining chip in a bet, a bet to see if you could screw me?" Amanda sounded surprised.

"Well, sort of. I wouldn't quite put it like that. I think he was relying on your virtuous nature, and now that I know you better, I wish I hadn't taken the silly bet." Mike's charm was coming through.

"Let me understand this. If you fuck me, my husband pays you a thousand dollars, and if you don't, then you pay him the thousand. Am I understanding this correctly?" Amanda wasn't dumb; she just wanted to be clear.

"Yes, but it is different now. I know you, I like you, and respect you." Mike said, but I could see where this was going.

"Mike, where's your bathroom? I need to use your bathroom." Her voice changed. I couldn't tell how.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just show me to your bathroom." It wasn't the words that were familiar but the tone.

"It's down the hall, second on the right."

Amanda went out of sight, and I watched Mike pour himself a drink.

Amanda was gone for about 5 minutes, and when she returned into view, she was standing in front of Mike, wearing only a bra, panties, and her heels. Now I knew the voice it was her "sex is coming" voice.

"What the hell are you doing, Amanda?" Mike was clearly taken aback.

"Well, if Lee thinks so little of me that he wants to put a price on you fucking me, well, the time has come for you to win the bet." She said.

"I am sorry, Amanda, it should never have come to this. Go put your dress back on." Mike was mildly inviting yet insisting.

"Don't you find me attractive? Judging by the bulge in your pants, I think you like what you see."

"Yes, but..." Mike tried his best to hold her off.

"Don't, give me "yes, but"

Amanda went to Mike and unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out.

"Oh my, Lee is going to hate knowing how this lovely big cock is going to stretch my pussy." Amanda didn't hesitate.

They started kissing, now, and shortly thereafter headed into what was Mike's bedroom.

His room had more cameras set up, and I could see all that was going on.

Amanda had undone his pants and knelt before him, taking his cock into her mouth. He had his hands on her head, pulling her closer so that he could fuck her mouth.

After a while, they stood up. Mike unclipped her bra, kissed and fondled her tits. Amanda had her eyes closed.

Mike then took his shirt off, kicked his shoes off, got rid of his pants, then pulled Amanda's panties down. He pushed her back onto the bed. She lay flat, and he spread her legs. Then he knelt before her and started devouring her pussy.

"Oh, Christ, Mike, that is so good, fuck this is amazing, omg omg, don't stop! I fucking love this!" Amanda yelled out.

Mike worked on her pussy for a solid five minutes. Then he stood up. His cock was hard, and he was going to fuck my wife.

"I have wanted to fuck you so badly these last few weeks." Mike no longer worried about impropriety.

"Well, now is your opportunity. Get that big cock of yours in my pussy." She reached and pulled him closer.

Mike rubbed the head of his cock through the folds of Amanda's pussy to help lubricate it. Then he slid his cock into my wife. My heart sank. I was so filled with rage. He fucked her slowly at first, but gradually picked up the pace. Then he pulled his cock out.

"Get up on the bed. I want to fuck you from behind." He was insistent.

Amanda did as she was told, and Mike got behind her and slid his cock back in. "Oh, fuck, Mike, your cock fills me up, fuck it feels so good!"

"Do you feel like a whore letting me fuck you for a thousand dollars?"

"Yes, I am your whore. Treat me like a whore." She pleaded.

Mike slapped her arse and grabbed her hair, yanking it back. Amanda was moaning now.

"That's right. Moan like a whore."

Mike pulled his cock out again and lay on the bed.

"Get on my cock, you whore." He was filled with lust.

Amanda sat astride Mike and drove her pussy down onto his cock, wailing when he was deep inside her. She was upright riding his cock, and he was roughly pulling and sucking her tits.

"Oh, Christ! I'm cumming. I'm cumming, oh Jesus!" She cried out.

"That's right. Come like a wife, you whore."

At that moment, I watched as Mike thrust deep into Amanda, what must have been a load of his cum. She collapsed on top of him, totally spent. They lay together until Amanda rolled off him. Lying beside him, she bent her legs and let one leg flop to the side. I could see cum dribbling out of her pussy.

"Well, Mike, you have won the bet. You've fucked me, so you are the winner. But here is the thing, I don't ever want to see you again. Not because I hate you, but because I can't respect you, and I can't respect myself either. But Lee will pay for this. You can be sure." Amanda looked him in the eye.

"I don't know what to say."

"There is nothing you can say, although I ask one thing." She commanded the conversation.

"Anything, Amanda."

The tape stopped abruptly at that point. I was gutted. What the fuck had I done? What had Amanda and I done to each other? I wanted to kill Mike.

I sent Mike a text, saying I wanted to meet him, but I got a reply to check my email instead.

I found an email from Mike, which included an attachment of an invoice for $800 for interior security cameras, along with the following email.

Well, Lee, I'm sure you've seen the home movie I created with your lovely wife. Boy, you are a fortunate man. She is one hot piece of arse. She will go in my memoirs as a great fuck.

I bet your blood is boiling now.

Do you remember selling a 500 SL to a young man named Mark Tyler about a year ago?

Probably not, I'm guessing, because you are such a busy man. Well, that car was a pile of shit. Mark went back to the dealer for financial assistance, but the dealer told him to fuck off because the importer did not want to know about the car. You, Lee, you were the importer.

Mark was screwed; he lost $25,000. Mark is my stepbrother; he didn't have $25,000 to lose. He lost everything.

You were a big and brave man, taking the bet Lee and I have made you pay. Firstly, by fucking your wife, and I had the invoice for the cameras made out to your company. I'll let you off the $200.

Finally, I have a copy of the recording. If you try to come after me in any form whatsoever, I will post the recording on every porn site I can find. I have a friend who has blurred my face, but Amanda gave a performance worthy of an Oscar. I'm sure there would be a lot of guys wanting to screw a whore that performs like her.

Have a great life, Lee.