Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Tiptoeing down the hall, I enter Connie’s room and find Chris’ wallet in the back pocket of his pants. I jot down his full name, Chris McEwan, along with his address, driver license number, and a couple of his credit card numbers. I replace everything and return to my room, just before their shower ends. I crawl into bed with only one thought on my mind: I’m going to expose this son-of-a-bitch!

The next morning, after a few phone calls to friends who owe me favors, I have the information I need. Now I just have to figure out how to tell Connie. I can’t just blurt out that instead of living with his mother, her boyfriend lives with his wife and three kids.

It seems that after graduating from college with a less than stellar grade point average, Chris took a low level job in his current firm. Not lacking in ambition, he married the owner’s daughter and his career path was set. To avoid accusations of nepotism, they keep it very low key and very few people in the office know he’s married. This has worked to his advantage many times over the years, with attractive, young female associates. Poor Connie!

I finally decide that a direct approach is the best and I’m waiting in the living room when she gets home. I’m not sure how I’ll explain what got me suspicious in the first place, but as it turns out, I don’t have to worry about it.

“God! How could I have been so stupid!” Connie says, slamming the front door behind her. She hasn’t seen me yet, so I stand up and walk towards her.

“Oh! Mr. D!” She says, flinging herself into my arms and sobbing against my shoulder. “I’m such a complete idiot!” She cries.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

“You couldn’t have known.” I say, wrapping my arms around her and stroking her hair. She pulls her head back from my chest and looks questioningly at my face. “Chris, right?” I ask.

“I talked to his fucking wife!” She exclaims, as more tears escape from the corners of her eyes.

“Come and sit down.” I say, leading her to the couch. “You can tell me all about it.” I sit on the couch and pull her onto my lap, leaning her head against my shoulder.

“His birthday is next month.” She says, sniffling back tears. “I got these tickets for a show in New York that he’s been wanting to see.” She’s wiggling her ass cheeks around on my lap, trying to get comfortable. I’m willing my cock to please ignore her gyrations. “Just before close of business today, I snuck into his office, to surprise him with them. He wasn’t there, so I sat in his chair to wait.” Tears well up again at the memory. “God! I’m so fucking stupid!” She says, pushing her face into my chest.

“No you’re not.” I say firmly. “What happened next?” I ask, as I soothingly run my hand up and down her back.

“His phone rang, so I answered it.” She says, looking up at me. “I told the caller that he wasn’t there and she must have assumed I was his secretary, because then she said, ‘This is his wife, would you tell him not to make any plans for the Saturday night of his birthday, I got tickets for a play in New York.’ She got him the same fucking tickets I did!”

“Oh Connie!” I say, pulling her tightly against me, crushing her tits against my chest.

“That’s when Chris came back.” She continues. “He looks at me angrily and asks what I’m doing in his office. ‘Talking to your wife,’ I say, thrusting the phone at him and storming out of the building.” She starts crying again and I just hold her.

After a while she starts sliding off my lap. Placing one hand behind her knee and the other on her ass cheek, I scoot her back up. She doesn’t seem to mind when I leave my hands on her ass and her thigh. I kiss her forehead, breathe in her perfume and enjoy the warmth of her body against mine.

“Now I’ve got these stupid tickets.” She says quietly. “They were pretty expensive, too.” She adds, without lifting her head from my chest. “Oh shit! I’ve got to cancel the hotel reservation!” She says, sitting up.

“Wait, Connie.” I say, grabbing her before she stands up. “Is this something that you want to see?” I ask, thinking about helping her get past her humiliation.

“Yeah, I was really looking forward to it.” She sighs resignedly.

“Then let’s go!” I say enthusiastically. “Unless you’re embarrassed to be seen in public with an old man.” I joke. “We can change the reservation to two rooms and go to the play. What do you say?”

“You’re not old and I’d be proud to be seen with you, Mr. D.” She smiles. “Okay, but the room is pretty expensive. I really stretched my finances for this.” She says, blushing with embarrassment. “Why don’t we just get a room with two beds? I’m okay with that if you are.” She says.

“Then it’s all decided!” I say, wondering if we’ll run into Chris, the asshole, at the play.

“Ohmygod!” Connie cries, jumping off my lap. “What if Chris fires me?” She asks.

“He won’t.” I answer. “He doesn’t want to draw any more attention to you than he has to.”

“But what about my career? Will he stymie my advancement possibilities?” She says, having recovered from the deception, she’s now focused on the practical consequences. “He was talking about a promotion coming up soon.”

“He won’t hold you back.” I tell her. “Sit down and let me tell you what I learned today.” Connie sits on the couch next to me and I explain everything I found out about Chris. “So you see, he has much more to lose than you do.” I tell her. “Besides, you have me on your side and I might just have a little chat with Mr. McEwan.”

“Thank you, Mr. D.” Connie says, kissing my cheek. “I’m going to change and then I’ll make dinner for us.” She says, heading up the stairs. Fuck! Overnight in New York, in the same hotel room! I resist the temptation to watch her change clothes. Instead, I reflect on the feel of her ass against my hand and her tits crushed against my chest.