He told her that he indeed have a nice thick nine inch cock. My wife told him there was no way a cock could be that big and that he was lying. The bus...iness man with a big smile on his face proposed a bet. He told her that she could measure his dick right her and now and if he was telling the truth she would have to suck his cock but if he was lying he would leave and never come back to the shop. My fiancee wanting to get rid of him quickly agreed believing there was no way there could be a cock. She said the only reason she hadn't agreed there and then was that she wanted to be really sure that I would be OK with it. Certainly we both recognised that Martin was a really forceful character and there may be more to it than just taking pictures but we reckoned we could handle the situation and the long and short of it by the time we got home agreed it might be a fun thing for her to do and that she would give him a call to confirm.I was out at work when the following morning she called. We had just started to get on well again after the few months of fights & sadness.She was looking around the bedroom & I could tell she was not sure what to do with herself. She looked at me again. "What?" she asked. I pointed at the bed. She held her bath towel as if she knew what I was going to do next. I took hold of it & pulled her nearer. As I did, I turned her around so she was facing the bed. "I'm cold" she nervously giggled. I gently pushed her onto the bed & started to finger her. Her spit was warm, dripping down the length of my cock. She stroked, pulling my foreskin all the way down, and sliding her mouth further. Agonizingly slowly, she sucked me, the smile never leaving her face. I pulled her hair back, wathing her suck ever further down my dick. I snapped pictures, and she smiled at the click every time. She finally took all eight inches of me and slid slowly up, eyes upturned to stare into mine. She gave a few strokes, and satisfied I was hard enough. She stood.