There’s no doubt we both have a seat waiting in hell, so I’ll just get that out of the way.

My wife is the only woman I’ve ever met whose interest in playing with those off limits probably exceeds my own. Boyfriends or husbands of friends. Coworkers or supervisors at work. Random married men playing behind their wife’s back. My wife has always had far too much fun with those that bring an element of risk to the table.

Last night I got a new story I’d never heard. From her early 20s. Involved the boyfriend of her friend.

My wife was in need of some movers to haul stuff from one place to another. Friend’s boyfriend owned a small moving company and suggested they could help. He called. Made a quote. It was too much. My wife passed.

Few days later she runs into him — without his gf — at the bar. They chat. They drink. They flirt a bit because my wife flirts with anything with a pulse. They get drunk. They get flirty. She sucks his cock for fun in the parking lot.

Afterwards he gives it the “we can never tell anyone, I’ll be a dead man” bit. He knows he made a mistake. My wife decides to leverage the chips she now has on the table.

“Sounds like maybe you should reconsider what it’s going to cost to move my stuff.”

He offers a bit of a discount but says he can’t do it for nothing because his crew still needs to get paid.

My wife’s counter? “That’s not really my problem. You take care of them. You move my stuff. I put your dick in my mouth anytime you want for the next month and it’ll be our little secret.”

One month and six blowjobs later, she had every last item she owned moved to the new place without spending a cent.