Emily smiled nervously as she entered the bar where Lynn had told her Graeme liked to hang out. It was dark and did not appear to be very woman friendly. She could feel the eyes of the men watching her, perhaps wondering what this short, slightly overweight woman was doing here.
She had decided that Graeme was her target. Part of her told herself that it wasn't really wrong; Lynn already thought he was cheating on her and the game was her idea after all. As an unfaithful husband already he was far more likely to go for her than Paul, who was 20 years, her junior. It would also serve as a demonstration that she was not as undesirable or stupid as she knew her sisters thought she was!
"Hello Graeme." She said, spotting her brother-in-law at a corner booth.
"Emily, what are you doing here?" Asked Graeme, thinking he had never seen a person looking more out of place.
"Oh, I was just passing and fancied a drink after work." She tried to say nonchalantly but fooled neither Graeme nor herself as she joined him at the table.
She looked at Graeme and thought that this wouldn't be so bad. He had black curly hair, eyebrows that tended to rise devilishly offset by his neat goatee. He wore a sharp suit but Emily knew that it covered a muscle-bound body. Her brother-in-law was something of a fitness freak, perhaps trying to keep his 40 years from showing.
"What's really going on?" Demanded Graeme, not afraid to be direct and to the point.
"You're right.... I came here looking for you..."
"And why was that?" Said Graeme, enjoying his sister-in-law's nervousness and discomfort.
Emily was lost for words; she had expected this to go a lot differently. Graeme caught her look at his crotch, where his cock, though flaccid, made a visible bulge.
"Ho ho, you came here for some fun...?"
Emily could only nod her agreement. She breathed out, after realising that she'd been holding her breath. She was relieved that Graeme was doing all the work.
"Come with me." He said, getting up and walking away. He didn't even look behind him to check that she was following.
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Emily stood anxiously, leaning against a fence in the alley behind the bar as Graeme took of his shirt.
"I thought you'd be hairier..." She whispered inanely as she took in his chest.
"I shave.... everything..." The last word was said with added emphasis as Graeme dropped his pants.
Emily saw that Graeme was completely hairless. There was nothing there to obstruct her view of his 10-inch cock.
Emily grew nervous at his size. He was so much bigger than Simon.
"Someone might see us," whined Emily, beginning to have second thoughts.
"It's dark and no one comes out here. Don't worry" He consoled her as he shoved her skirt up to her hips and pulled down her big knickers.
Emily shivered as the cold hit her vagina. She looked around at the dirty alley, littered with garbage and resolved to herself that $10,000 was worth this degradation.
