***All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older***
“I need you to fuck my wife.”
It took me a second to register what he was telling me. I had received a lot of strange requests over the years in my job as a professional mediator, but this was a new one.
The requestor, Derrick, was a client of mine. I had just helped his company resolve a particularly ugly dispute and, as a thank you on top of payment for services rendered, he had invited me to his house party he was throwing tonight.
I hadn’t planned on staying long and was just finishing my glass of merlot when derrick pulled me aside in his backyard. He told me he had one more favor to ask of me. I asked what it was. Then he told me he wanted me to fuck his wife.
“You…you want,” I stuttered. “You want me to fuck Lexi?”
He nodded and confirmed, “Hell yeah, I do.”
“I…uh…,” I scanned his face to look for any signs that he was joking. It didn’t take much long to tell he was dead serious. “Why?” I asked.