Chocolate Nuts

By my mid-twenties, I had been in a relationship for six years and was six months into a new marriage when I landed a job managing a multi-million dollar project for a major communications company. I started to make more money and had access to more women in one place than I ever had before. I got caught up in the excitement of the new job, the money, and being surrounded by women in suits and skirts. I loved professionally dressed women and it didn’t take long for me to decide that I needed some of that excitement in my life. Out of everyone I worked with, there were two that continually caught my eye. 

Tonya was a 5’9” chocolate skinned goddess with more curves than an Alpine mountain road. Bright red lipstick against her dark skin accentuated how full her lips were. She was my boss’s admin assistant so I got to visit her almost daily. We flirted from the first day we met.

Morgen was a 5’2” Italian girl with caramel skin, a gorgeous head full of curly brown hair and the biggest breasts I had ever seen. She also had full lips she loved to exaggerate. I passed by her cubicle every time I went to see Tonya so it was an easy pit stop to make. She and I were slow to start off, but it didn’t take long for her to look my way when I walked through.

Because we all worked together, I knew there was a chance that I’d only get to hook up with one of them before word got around. I had to decide which one I was willing to risk losing if she found out and hit the brakes. My decision arrived faster than I anticipated.

Tonya kept a candy dish full of assorted treats on top of a small divider just above her main desk. When I stopped by, I always raided the tiny Hershey’s chocolate bars. As time went on, I noticed more of those specific bars were being added to the dish. Seemed innocent enough, but I had a feeling what message was being sent. On a day just like any other, I stopped by and grabbed a couple. Without even looking up from her computer screen, she smiled, “You always take those. You gotta thing for chocolate?”

An opening or was I just being hopeful? There was only one way to find out. I unwrapped the candybar, took a bite, then leaned slightly over the desk. In a lower than usual tone of voice I replied, “Maybe I do.”

I then prayed my response would lead us to something other than HR.

Her typing came to an abrupt halt. She kept her face pointed at her screen, but moved her eyes so she could see where I was standing. With a partial smirk on her face, she fired back, “Speaking from experience are we?”

“None at all. But come on… All that bittersweet sugar melting on my tongue and filling my mouth with its flavor?” How could it be anything else other than delicious?”

Tonya paused, then turned to face me, “Are we still talking about chocolate?”

“Were we ever?”

Her smirk grew to a fully fledged smile. Before she could respond, I walked away. The game had begun.

Our exchange was so fast and automatic that I couldn’t completely wrap my head around what had just transpired until I was back at my desk. We were both married and Tonya had kids. It should not have been that easy, but it was. I didn’t know what my next step would be, but there was no need to be concerned -she already had it planned out.

A few days later, and completely out of nowhere, Tonya told me her husband was leaving town for the upcoming weekend if I wanted to do something.

Yeah… Something…

God, I loved aggressive women. In less than a work week we went from mild flirtation to planning absolute adultery.

Tonya asked me to keep my weekend open and she’d let me know. At the end of the day on Friday of that same week, Tonya walked up to my desk and handed me a key and a piece of paper with the address of a local hotel. She reserved a room that morning on the way to work. This girl was neither joking nor wasting time.

After work I went home and cleaned up. My wife worked nights and weekends so I didn’t need to fabricate lies to leave. I freshened up and then made my way to the hotel. As promised, there she stood in the doorway looking sexy as hell. Legs, ass, tits, lips… Tonya exceeded what I had envisioned for my first piece of Texas Chocolate. Before we left work, she said we could go to dinner before heading back to the hotel; however, once I got there, the adulteress decided she was hungry for something not on the menu.

Tonya was something else. She was passionate and vocal. She talked some of the nastiness shit I ever had said to me. The contrast of our skin against each other reminded me of something one might find in a work of art – deep brown, white, and shades of pink. Tonya was assertive and not afraid to tell me what she wanted and where she wanted it. We wore each other out that evening.

The very next night we were right back at the same hotel, but this time we did manage dinner first. Tonya knew how to work her way around a bed and really enjoyed doing it. It was an outstandingly consistent experience.

A few days later she caught me as I was leaving work and asked if I wanted to grab a bite to eat. I agreed and we met up around the same area as usual. After dinner, we walked out into the parking lot to say our goodbyes and that’s where the problems started.

Tonya pushed up against me and wanted to make out in the parking lot and then wanted to go back to the hotel again. She and I agreed that because we were both married, there would be no public displays between us. We never knew who could just randomly be walking or driving by. That’s how people get caught. She was pissed that I pushed her away and declined her offer, but said she understood.

The next day she asked to see me yet again. I could see that what may have started off as just fucking around, was turning into an attachment for her. That wasn’t part of the deal and she knew the rules before we had done anything together. I broke things off and she was absolutely livid. To make matters worse, Tonya found out that I had also been talking to Morgen while she and I were messing around. Although I denied doing anything with Morgen, Tonya had made up her mind that I was fucking them both. 

Don’t get me wrong. I would’ve denied it even if I had, but the truth was that Morgen and I hadn’t even seen each other outside of work. None of it mattered though. Tonya went full psycho.

About a week after I ended it with Tonya, I discovered puncture marks in my car’s hood and driver’s side fender from what I could only guess was a screwdriver or ice pick. Since we used a parking garage, there was almost no chance anyone saw who damaged my car. I just let it go and didn’t say a word to anyone. No further surprises came afterwards.

By the time I slept with Tonya, I was completely out of control. I had a salary paying me more than twice my age and was one step closer to an executive title and an eventual six figure salary… and yet I was sticking my dick in the corporate employee pool. I knew it was a bad idea. I knew I was playing with thermite… but I was too high on my success to even bother to look for the brakes.