Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

We have a leisurely dinner at a little hole-in-the-wall Italian place that a New Yorker friend of Connie’s told her about. It lives up to its recommendation and I try to focus on the conversation instead of the fact that we’re going to be sharing a bed in a few hours.

The play is everything we hoped it would be and as we file out for intermission, everyone is singing its praises.

“Oh god!” Connie says, turning towards me. “There they are!” She whispers. I look past her and see Chris with a very attractive woman walking in our direction. They haven’t seen us and Connie seems to want to keep it that way.

“Don’t panic.” I tell her calmly. “This is a great opportunity to show him you’re not sitting home sulking.” I look her in the eye. “Walk right up and act like you’re surprised to see him and then introduce us.”

“You’re sure?” She asks, looking panicked by the idea.

“I’m sure.” I tell her firmly. “Oh, and use my first name. Introduce me as Don, not Mr. D.” I smile, as I lead her on a path through the crowd that will intersect Chris and his wife, just before they get to the bar.

“Chris!” Connie says. “What a pleasant surprise!” She’s amazing, reaching her hand out towards his wife. “I’m Connie.” She says.

“I’m Melanie, Chris’ wife.” She says, extending her hand, while her eyes roam over Connie’s sexy body.

“Why Chris!” Connie admonishes him. “You never told me you were married.” I can’t believe how well she’s handling this. “This is Don.” We shake hands all around, Chris is obviously uncomfortable with this, but Connie and Melanie carry on their conversation.

“I work under your husband.” Connie says, letting the innuendo hang in the air. “He doesn’t always give me the most satisfying projects, but I’ve learned a lot.” I’m glad we haven’t gotten drinks yet, because I think I’d be choking on mine.

“Hey Chris.” I say, putting my hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we get some drinks for the ladies.” I turn him towards the bar, leaving Connie and Melanie talking.

“So what do you do, Don?” Chris asks, as we get in line at the bar.

“I ruin people who fuck with my friends.” I tell him, casually, as if it’s the expected answer.

“Look, I don’t know what she told you, but…”

“Don’t even go there, Chris. I know all about you and I don’t think you’d want Melanie or her daddy to know the things I know.” I say calmly. He smiles with that smug look I hate so much, as he squares off in front of me.

“Look, Don.” He says, condescendingly. “Melanie believes that there are numerous women in the company who are gold diggers and who will make up lies to try and blackmail me.” He says, flaunting his arrogance. “She won’t believe anything you or Connie have to say and she has her daddy wrapped around her little finger, so he won’t either.” I’m reaching in my pocket for my IPOD, as he continues. “So, what are you drinking, Don?” He smirks, as we move into second place in line.

“Drink in this, asshole.” I whisper, as I push the play button and show him the video clip of him pumping his cock into Connie’s mouth.

“Where did you get this?” He demands, grabbing for the IPOD.

“It only matters that I have it.” I say, pulling the IPOD from within his reach. “There’s more. Do you want to watch her riding you, or you poking her from behind?” I whisper, bringing the IPOD around so I can cue up another video. He watches me turning the thumb wheel, as he tries to figure a way to explain away the videos.

“What do you want?” He finally says, apparently having failed to come up with a logical explanation that Melanie would buy.

“I’ll have two Chardonnays.” I say to the bartender. “What are you and Melanie drinking, Chris?” Startled, he turns to look at the bartender, waiting for his order.

“Two Chardonnays, as well.” Chris says, pulling out his wallet.

“Oh you’re buying? Thanks.” I say, taking the wine glasses from the bartender.

As we make our way through the crowd I whisper in Chris’ ear. “This is a one time deal. You do as your told, the video vanishes and you’ll never hear from me again.”

“Fine. What do you want?” Chris says impatiently.

“You will treat Connie with professional respect everyday at work and get her the promotion she deserves, outside of your department.” I tell him and he stops in his tracks.

“You’re giving me more credit than I deserve. I can’t just get someone a promotion.” He says.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t bullshit me, Chris. You’re married to the boss’ daughter. Unless you want Melanie and her daddy to receive copies of the directors cut of these videos, you’ll make this happen within two weeks.” I lock eyes with him. “Now, we’re going to rejoin the ladies and you are going to tell Connie to come see you Monday morning to discuss the promotion. Deal?”

“Yes.” He says, pushing past me and almost spilling my wine. I smile at his macho posing, knowing that he’s going to do exactly what I tell him.

“Here’s your wine, dear.” Chris says. “I guess we better be going back in. Good to see you Connie. Come by my office on Monday and we’ll discuss that promotion, okay?”

“Okay.” Connie says, her eyes darting between Chris and I. “It was nice to meet you, Melanie.” Connie says. “We should get together sometime.” She smiles.

“That would be lovely.” Melanie says. “It was nice meeting you.” She says, as Chris takes her arm and almost drags her away.

“What did you say to him?” Connie whispers excitedly, as we walk back to our seats.

“Not much really. He knew that he wasn’t being fair to you.” I answer, noncommittally. Connie loops her arm through mine, and smiles, as she kisses my cheek.

“You really are the best, Don.” She says.

After the play, we stop for a drink. Connie laughs, as she tells me what an airhead Melanie is and I tell her how easily Chris agreed to get her a promotion. I don’t tell her about the video, of course.

“I can’t believe you said you work under him!” I laugh.

“I’m glad you made me confront him.” She says. “It was easier than I thought it would be. And I’m really glad you were with me when I did it.

“Me too.” I tell her.

When we get back to the hotel, I let Connie have the bathroom, while I quickly strip out of my clothes and put on a pair of pajama bottoms. I’m already in bed when she comes out of the bathroom, wearing an oversized nightshirt with Winnie-the-Pooh on it.

“You changed already?” She asks, walking to the closet to hang up her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, but I can see the outline of her thong through the yellow nightshirt.