We like to play fantasy games, my wife Beth especially gets off on this much more than I do. She enjoys lots of different scenarios but one of her favourites is being tied to the bed, blindfolded, then I am to pretend to be a stranger roughly ‘taking her’. I have mastered many different accents to try to make this more realistic for her.

Who would have thought that ‘play acting’ would get us into trouble.

It all started with her latest fantasy of being a prostitute and being paid for her services. She had me being a business man, a sailor, a ditch digger etc. One night after being to the theatre, we stopped into a bar for a drink before setting off home. I had to run to the toilet and she went to the bar alone. The bar was quite empty so I thought she would be OK. When I came out she was sitting at the bar on a high stool and showing a lot of thigh.

As I approached her she said “Hello stranger, you want to buy me a drink?”

I could tell right away she had gone into her ‘prostitute’ role. She had never done this outside of our bedroom before. So to humour her I went along with the game.

“Hi Baby! I was wanting to buy something but it wasn’t a drink.”

“Oh Yeah! You like what you see?” She replied as she hiked her skirt even higher.

“Mmmm Mmmmm! Sure do. I wouldn’t mind buying a slice of your pie!” I said, licking my lips.

Just then I was grabbed from behind, by the manager and the barman.

“We don’t like our customers bothered by you perverts!” One of them said.

They frog marched me to the door and threw me out. Completely ignoring my protests. I was fully expecting Beth to follow me outside. After five minutes I decided to go back into the bar to see why she hadn’t joined me.

I was surprised to see the bar empty and a different guy behind the bar.

“I’m looking for my wife.” I said.

“Aint been no women in here tonight, except for the whore.”

“That’s my wife you”re talking about. Where is she?”

“Who? The whore, she’s in the office paying her dues.” He said laughing.

Just then the other barman returned. “OK Joe! You can have a turn with the slut, I”ll watch the bar.” Then to me. “Yes Sir what can I ... Oh it’s you. What you doing back in here?”

“I’ve come to get my wife.” I said as I followed Joe the barman.

“She sure is a tasty slut! Fucks well too.” He shouted after me as I turned into a dark passageway. I could hear moaning that was unmistakably Beth in full orgasm. As I got to the office door, the manger was groaning as he was shooting his spunk into my lovely Beth who was lying on the desk with her legs over his shoulders.