You’re sitting at the hotel bar sipping your drink when you notice her at a nearby table. She’s glanced your way several times. When she realizes you’ve caught her staring, she blushes and smiles. You motion for her to join you at the bar. She stands and slides onto the stool beside you. I’m so embarrassed, she says with a nervous laugh. This is crazy, but you look exactly like my husband. You could be his twin brother. You chuckle. Well, I’m not surprised a woman as beautiful as you has such a good-looking husband. You talk for nearly an hour, the conversation flowing easily. Eventually the mood shifts. Her name is Marissa, and she confesses that her marriage is nearly perfect—except one thing. Her husband can’t give her children. He’s not completely infertile, but the doctors say it’s highly unlikely he’ll ever get me pregnant. We’ve tried everything. After a brief, awkward silence you reply, I’ve never had that problem. My wife and I have four kids and we make a valiant effort never to have any. After the fourth, she got her tubes tied. Marissa starts relaxing. Her comments grow bolder, more flirtatious. You feel your cock steadily hardening as she leans closer. Suddenly she grabs your hand, her voice low and serious. You could give me the one gift my husband can’t. We’re clearly attracted to each other. Come back to my room and fuck me. Give me what he never could. No one ever has to know. You look at her seriously for a moment, then meet her eyes. If we do this, three conditions. One: no personal details—no last names, no hometowns. We never see each other again. Two: when you go home, you make love to your husband like never before and convince him he got you pregnant. Three, you grin, in that room, I can do whatever I want to you. You’re mine for the night.
Marissa smiles, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Deal. She gets up and turns towards you. Follow me." You both head towards the elevator.