Pranked by bdsmbill
This is my first entry in Loving Wives. I know the readers here are tough to please, so I expect to get hammered.
Now for my own question: I frequently see the acronyms BTB and RACC or RAAC — I see it both ways. I know what BTB means, and RAAC appears to mean reconciliation, but what the heck do the letters stand for? Someone please let me know in the comments.
I am a retired professor of English and Writing, and some cretins claim I am a grammar nazi, so I make you the same offer I made my students. If they caught me making a mistake, written, or spoken, I gave them extra credit. Heh, heh. Sure made them pay attention. Not sure how you will collect on the extra credit.
Also, I know some of you probably like the detailed descriptions of stuff like boobs and cocks. Sorry, but I taught writing, so I want you to use your own imagination for that. Of course everyone is over 18. Now on to the story.
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Tom woke up feeling as badly as he ever had in his life. He kept his eyes shut tight because he had the worst headache he could remember. His mouth felt like he had eaten a mouthful of sand. He was asking himself just how much he had to drink the night before, at the party to mark the end of the conference. He didn’t even remember coming back to his room.
That was when he felt someone move on the bed. He managed to open his eyes. Fortunately the drapes were closed, and the room was dim. Unfortunately it wasn’t too dim for him to see the naked woman kneeling on the bed beside his legs. Her hand was on his thigh a few inches above his knee. It was about then that he realized he was as naked as she was, and lying on top of the covers.
The woman smiled, and said, “You are finally awake. I guess our fun really tired you out. You didn’t seem tired last night, that’s for sure.”
Tom managed to slide off the other side of the bed and almost fell as it felt like his headache tripled in intensity. He started looking for his clothes. They were in a heap on the chair by the desk. As he hurried over and started to dress he said, “You have to get dressed and get out of here! Who are you? What did we do?”
The woman giggled and said, “I’m Amber. We met at the party last night. You invited me back here to your room and we got it on. Don’t you remember? I didn’t think you were that drunk, or I wouldn’t have done anything. Do you want to have a quickie before I leave?”
“My God! What have I done? I’m married. I have never cheated on my wife.”
Amber smiled again. “Hey, I saw the ring, but I thought if you didn’t mind it was OK by me. I can see the quickie is probably a no go, so I’ll get out of your hair. I’m sorry you don’t remember. You had a great time. You came twice in my vage and once in my mouth. I sure remember!” As she was talking, Amber got dressed, grabbed her purse, and said, “Well, I had fun. If you are ever in town again, maybe we will run into each other.”
Once Amber left, Tom practically collapsed into the desk chair. Then he suddenly ran for the bathroom, where he puked into the toilet. When he was done, he just sat on the floor and cried. Finally he got up, took a shower, got dressed, and packed. Then he went down, checked out, and caught a cab to the airport to catch his flight home. He was in a fog the whole time.
When he finished getting through security and got to his gate, some other guys from his division were already there. Chett, a guy he didn’t care for much, grinned and said, “How was Amber?” The guys all laughed. Tom just sat down and didn’t say anything. If fact, he didn’t say another word until they were getting off the plane. Then, Chuck said, “You had better get it together before you get home, or your wife will know something happened.”
Tom smiled at him and said, “I know. Mary would never understand.”
The drive home was not fun. Tom had spent the plane ride deciding what to do. When he got home he took a few deep breaths, got his carry on from the trunk, and went into the house. Mary was waiting, wearing a big smile and not much else. Tom took a few more deep breaths and led her to the sofa. Mary knew him well. They had been happily married for 17 years. She asked him what was wrong.
They sat down on the sofa and his little mutt, Brucie, promptly jumped on his lap, very happy he was back to give some pets. For some reason, Mary had never liked Brucie, although Tom loved him. Mary shoved Brucie to the floor and repeated, “What’s wrong. You’re scaring me.”
Tom took a few more deep breaths and said, “Something happened at the conference. The last night there was a party. I didn’t think I drank that much, but I must have. I don’t remember anything after being at the party. I woke up very hung over. I was in my hotel room lying on top of the bedding. I was naked, and so was the woman kneeling next to me. She said we had a great time the night before and offered a quickie before she left. I turned her down, of course, and managed to convince her to get dressed and leave. Then I threw up, took a shower, got dressed, and got to the airport. The guys from work were kidding me, asking how she was. I don’t remember anything. On the plane I thought about it and knew I had to confess and beg your forgiveness. I am so sorry.”
Tom saw the hurt in Mary’s eyes and he had never hated himself more. All she said was, “We will talk about this tomorrow after work.” Then she walked into the bedroom and locked the door. Tom slept on the sofa. In the morning he heard her leave. Once she was gone, he showered and left for work. At work the guys were giving him some funny smiles. He didn’t smile back. When he broke for lunch, he tried to call Mary, but it went right to voicemail. He sent flowers to her office.
After lunch there was some kind of big meeting, so he headed up to the main conference room. There were about 20 people there, and a cake. Ben, the CEO, was there and opened the meeting. He said, “Tom, this meeting is all about you. You are being promoted! Jerry had a mild heart attack while you were gone and decided to retire. You are the new VP of finance! That means a big raise, a company car, and a lot of other perks, including a corner office.” There was a big round of applause. Ben said, “You don’t look too happy about this. I think Chett can cheer you up. Chett?”
Chett stood up and said, “Ben called me with the news about the promotion a couple days ago. Now, you know that our company tradition is to prank someone getting a promotion, and we got you good! We all know what a straight shooter you are, and what a great marriage you have. At the party someone slipped something into your drink. Then we got you up to your room, stripped you, and laid you on the bed. When you woke up, Amber was there and convinced you that you had hooked up with her. She had a video camera hidden in her purse, and the look on your face was priceless!”
Chett handed Tom a couple of thumb drives. “There are some videos on these. There is one where we are spiking your drink, getting you ready and explaining to the camera how it is a prank, and then the one where you are waking up. I know we gave you a bad day and night, but it was all in fun, and now you don’t need to feel guilty, because nothing happened. We got you good, buddy!” Everybody clapped again.