After the Friday night poker game, and much clean up, as I'm sure our bedroom would have looked like a crime scene if gone through with a blacklight, Dana and I spoke only briefly of what had transpired, and she apologized for her part, but did indeed want to teach me a lesson for constantly pushing her to expose herself to other people.
She hadn't expected things to get as far as they did, but the alcohol gave her the courage to keep going, all the while expecting me to put a stop to it the whole time. She explained that once her inhibitions had completely dissipated, she was additionally intoxicated with pleasure and emotions she's never experienced in her almost 38 years of existence.
As much as I get off on other guys seeing her breasts and nipples in revealing clothing, along with the occasional beaver shot, I promised I would try not to be so pushy as she doesn't mind doing it from time to time, just not every time we go out. I saw Brad several days later, and as if nothing ever happened said "Hey Keith, poker at Mark's next month, hope to see you there!"
I told him I had to check my schedule with Dana, so I wasn't sure, even though this was a regular thing we did. I was lying, as I knew we didn't have any plans. After talking to Dana, she encouraged me to go or it might make things more awkward if I avoided them. After all, we still had to see our coworkers and neighbors on a regular basis. Considering that no one involved had even mentioned anything about it over the last several days, I decided to reach out to Mark and sent him a text letting him know l'd definitely be there.
Mark responded within seconds, and asked if I could stop by for a few minutes, so I hopped on my bike and made the short ride to his place. I pulled into his open garage and found him vacuuming out his truck. "Beer?" he asked. "Sure," I replied. He then proceeded to tell me how he screwed up and was very sorry. He told me that Darius had been over the night before, and after a few beers, Mark showed him video of what he missed Friday night after he left.
Mark explained that Darius, supposedly without his permission, forwarded the video of Dana to himself, and said that he's fantasized about fucking his kid's teacher from the first time he met her. Mark told him that he was sure it was a one time thing, but Darius said something to the effect of how it would be a shame if this video got into the wrong hands. I felt my stomach drop. "Is he home now?" I asked angrily. "Yes, I saw him come home about forty minutes ago" Mark replied, pointing at the house just to the west of his. Without saying another word, I walked next door and rang the doorbell.
Darius answered the door and stepped outside in just a pair of shorts, sweating profusely. He was taller than me, about 6'2", and had a very muscular physique.
"I know why you're here, and I'm glad you stopped by. I'm just finishing my workout, so we'll have to continue this conversation in a little bit " he said in such a manner as if we were discussing the weather or some other topic of the least importance. He said for Dana and I to meet him at one of the local taverns in town in a couple of hours so we could discuss the matter at hand.
Without responding, I turned away and walked back to Mark's house. Mark wasn't in the garage anymore and I just grabbed my bike and rode back home to inform Dana as to what had just transpired. "Oh my God!" she shrieked. "That's blackmail! He's Married! His kids are my students!" she continued. "He can't do this!" I exclaimed. "Let's just meet him and see where this goes. Let's not freak out just yet" I said confidently, trying to keep her calm.
We ordered the kids a pizza and shortly thereafter, headed out the door. The bar was fairly busy for a Wednesday evening, and we found Darius at a secluded table, away from everyone else. We sat down at the table across from him and he immediately started talking. "I'll make this simple, I get my turn with her, and it's over. It would be a real shame if a certain video ended up online." Darius was talking with me like Dana wasn't even there, as if she had no say in the matter. "What you're doing is illegal, it would be a real shame if your wife found out, or if the authorities got involved" I snapped back. "I don't think you really want the embarrassment of more people having to watch the video, and besides, my wife and I have an understanding" he said with a sly grin. Darius continued, "I never said I would post it online, just that it'd be a shame if it somehow ended up on the web" he said with a wink, still grinning ear to ear.
A waitress suddenly appeared and placed a beer in front of me, and a margarita in front of Dana, who had remained silent throughout our conversation. "I took the liberty of ordering you guys something to drink, I hope I got it right" Darius said, a bit arrogantly. Before I could even get a "no thanks" out of my mouth, Dana was chugging her drink like a college kid at a frat party. I stood up from the table and said "let's go" to Dana, leaving my full beer next to her now empty glass. "We'll let you know" I said defiantly. But Darius, sure of himself, responded "one more thing Keith, I have some specific instructions as to how and when this is going to go down. I already have your number, and will be sending them to you shortly. Cheers!" he said holding up the full beer he bought for me.
