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Click here"I gotta go," she said quietly.
"Sara, did you cancel the room?" I asked again, my concern being us getting charged for a room we didn't use.
She gave me a look of pity, and I knew what was happening before she verbalized it.
"I did call to cancel, but they were going to charge us a twenty-five percent late cancellation fee. Adrian persuaded me to keep the reservation for tonight."
"Keep the reservation?" I said angrily, "is he planning on staying there tonight?"
"Well, we both are," Sara said quietly, clearly uncomfortable with the way this conversation was heading.
I was lost for words. I tried to process who exactly was staying in the Honeymoon Suite tonight, but Sara did not want to talk about it any more.
Adrian noticed us having an awkward conversation, from his vantage point at the entrance to his investment firm. Never one to avoid confrontation, he strode confidently towards us. Once he joined us, he put his arm around my wife and gave her a peck on the cheek.
"Let's go Sara," he said. "I just got off the phone with the hotel and arranged an early check-in. Let's get your bag from your car and your dry-cleaning," he said with a smirk.
Sara couldn't make eye contact with me, and didn't even say goodbye. She turned and walked towards the curb, with Adrian's arm around her. I watched her tight little ass wiggle seductively, in her form-fitting silk dress. I did a double-take, as it appeared that she wasn't wearing her panties anymore. I could see the straps of her garter-belt through the form-fitting dress, but apparently she had been relieved of her thong. She waited on the curb for a few seconds with Adrian, and he rested his hand possessively on her ass, to fuck with me.
Sara seemed intent on making me jealous too, in light of the Melody debacle. She moved in closer to him, and kissed his neck. He put his arm around her shoulders, leaned into her, and they shared a tender, open-mouthed kiss, as I watched from across the sidewalk. His car pulled up to the curb moments later, Adrian gave me the finger, and the two of them got into the stretch limousine.
- COMMENTS
RegularGuy2020almost 4 years agoAuthorHi again, thanks for hanging in there, 32 times, even though you hate this story! I think you told me you read from the beginning, but if you missed the first series, (My Best Friend and My Wife), right at the end of the last part, Chris realizes Adrian has the night’s sexual encounter on tape. Adrian also has the master email list for Chris and Sara, having briefly been logged on to Chris’ laptop to conduct some business.
At the start of the second series, (My Best Friend Blackmails Us), Adrian lays out some very specific expectations, under threat of blackmail. This threat is exacerbated by the fact that Sara’s family are racist, and Adrian is black.
Sara, at this juncture, decides to agree to all of Adrian’s perversions without much of a fight. The last paragraph of the first series reads:
“She told me that she would meet Adrian and make a deal with him. She would cater to his every desire. Make him feel like the most adored man in the world. Figure out his hot buttons and push them constantly. Fulfill every single depraved fantasy he has ever had. Sara hoped to enrapture him sufficiently over time to level the playing field. Maybe he would even fall in love with her seductive ways and let us off the hook.”
The rest of the story is an account of the liberties that Adrian has taken with Chris and Sara under threat of blackmail. I didn’t feel the need to repeatedly state the threat of blackmail, once the stage was set. Blackmail does rear its ugly heard occasionally, but it is not a central part of every chapter.
As far as the “Best Friend” moniker, it was simply done to enable the chapters to fall in line. By alphabetizing the series titles, they appear in order, both chronologically and how they should be read. It is one story, and in retrospect, I wish I had just had one series title, with 32 chapters.
On a positive note, I did follow your advice and write an outline, which hopefully will tighten up this story. Thanks for that. If you really detest this story, send me your email address, and I will notify you once it is over. You can then read the last paragraph, rate it a one star, and be done with your assessment of my garbage.
Anonymousalmost 4 years agoWait, you still think of Adrian as being whatever his name's best friend and Sara is being forced? Nothing you have written since very early on indicates any of that what so ever.
I missed that disclaimer at the beginning.
RegularGuy2020almost 4 years agoAuthorThe fiancé moniker was a mistake. Under the guidance of another critic, I wrote an outline to chart out future chapters. I just got a little mixed up about the timeline of Adrian and Sara’s relationship. This has been edited to read “Adrian’s plaything” instead of fiancé.
Adrian will eventually get his comeuppance but it is a long while coming. I hope I can keep it interesting enough so that you hang in there. Thanks for your feedback.
beagriusalmost 4 years agoI think it's from adrian POV who see her as his fiancé and expecting the husband to divorce her (from what we can see he is extremely controling and possesive).
and adrian is really an absolute asshole I really hope he is gonna have a bad ending
RegularGuy2020almost 4 years agoAuthorSorry for the confusion. If you read the comments on the “My Best Friend Dates My Wife Part 5” chapter you will see that I addressed the breast enhancements timeline in detail. Hope this helps.
