Saint Wilder
Copyright© 2025 by Mohawk08
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - A whirlwind romance between a young woman in distress and an older lawyer.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction
Monday
The day was dedicated to errands. Wilder had Crissy drive the new car to get used to it. Besides the appointments they already had, they set up Mary with a pediatrician and visited a divorce lawyer in Wilder’s office.
Harry McDermott was a large man who Crissy quickly determined to be gay. He wasn’t overly effeminate, but she could tell immediately. He noticed the holding of hands when they walked in.
“Wilder, my friend, what a pleasant surprise. Who do we have here?” He asked, smiling at Crissy.
Wilder made the introduction and explained the mysterious behavior of Crissy’s husband and what his suspicions were.
Harry seemed to share Wilder’s concern, asking if she had gone to a county clerk’s office or signed any documents. The answer was ‘no’ to both questions, and Crissy suddenly felt violated all over again. Harry said they would do a records search to be sure.
“I know this is upsetting, but there is good news here if you, in fact, don’t want the marriage,” Harry said. She saw his point and tried to smile, but it was hard knowing how stupid she had been.
“I feel like such a fool.”
“The marriage con has been perpetrated on innocent women for centuries,” Harry said. He said that her ‘husband’ may have just been trying to avoid prosecution for rape.
“If this is what we think, you will not be the first or last to be misused in such a way.” Somehow that did not help. Wilder said nothing, just continued to hold her hand with a firm grip.
Once they were back in the car, Wilder spoke. “Crissy, look at me.” She turned slowly from her sunken posture and tried to fake a smile. How disappointed he must be in her? How could any man as brilliant as this one fall in love with a woman who was this ridiculously stupid?
“That’s my girl. Now, listen to me. You are a strong intelligent woman who made a mistake. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone makes mistakes. I’ve made a great long series of them.
“Mom and I both married incredibly selfish people and paid the price for it. We all make mistakes. We are human. What’s important is that you may well be free of that idiot and able to move on with your life. Our lives. We learn from our mistakes and move on.”
“I don’t want to be your next mistake, Wilder. You mean too much to me.”
“You, my dearest Crissy, have the power to make this work, to become an even better person, to raise your daughter well, and to love richly. You can do this. We can do this.” She smiled through the tears. She leaned over and kissed him.
“You are the very best man,” she whispered. “I do not deserve you.”
“Probably not, but we’re in this now, buddy, so hang on.” He slammed the car in drive and peeled out. She laughed. She loved it when he called her ‘buddy.’
They went from there to a fashionable local boutique to get a dress for the big dinner. He expected to help, but she sent him off in another direction.
“Go get a cup of coffee or whatever. I got this. Buying girly things is my jam, and I want to surprise you.”
“Wow. One little pep talk, and she’s back!” And with that, he walked across the street to the coffee shop.
That night, she cooked dinner. They watched the new version of West Side Story together and were both surprised to find out that they shared a love for musicals. He knew all the words to every song!
They made love in the spa. She was a wild woman bouncing on this wonderful man’s big dick. She would never tire of this. She would work at it every day. She’d make his life wonderful and make sure he never regretted letting her in. She was Wilder’s woman, and there was nothing she would rather be.
Tuesday
Crissy started work on Tuesday once she got Mary settled in daycare. Carol walked the younger woman through ordering and receiving flowers, taking orders, and working the till. She would slowly be trained in the art of arranging flowers.
At noon, Carol ordered lunch and they talked. Crissy came right to the point.
“Your son is the best man I ever met. He is truly wonderful. I know that I’m not good enough for Wilder, but I am not sure any woman is.”
“Do you love him?”
“It happened so fast. It almost feels like it has been an outer body experience. As much as I have craved love my whole life, I never found it until Saturday, when he tore through my life like a tornado on a summer night in Oklahoma.”
“That’s good. I too have been concerned that there isn’t a woman good enough for him. I may have made him too perfect.” She laughed. “I know my son, and the way he looks at you Crissy is totally new. I haven’t ever seen that look before. Not with anyone.”
“It’s probably just lust. Do you hate that I am so young?” Crissy cringed expectantly.
“Ordinarily, that does creep me out a bit, the stereotypical older man - younger woman bullshit. But actually, once I thought about it, that significantly increases my chances of becoming a grandmother, so I’m now all for it. Funny how we can rationalize anything for the people we love, isn’t it?”
“Carol, I am glad we are going to work together and get to know one another.”
“So am I, dear,” Carol said, patting her hand. “So am I.”
After work, Wilder asked Crissy to meet him at Asiago, his restaurant. It was a good thing she loved Italian food. Carol was going to pick up Mary.
He introduced Crissy to his people, not as a new employee, but as his girlfriend. This was the beginning of the couple’s coming out party. He wanted to be with her. He wanted to show her off. She could not have been more ecstatic.
The men and some of the women seemed pleased for Wilder. Yet, as she expected there were female eyes that gave her that look. Gold digger.
Well fuck them. Those bitches would be in every room. It was part of life. Get used to it. One of those bitches, was the restaurant manager, Kitty Warner, an attractive blond woman in her 40s. Had she dated Wilder?
How was she to compete with older women who had more in common with him? She was going to have to figure that one out.
After a great meal, they headed home. Wilder noticed that she had been quiet during dinner. He hoped she was not upset by something or someone. That was not his intention for the evening.
“Crissy, are you OK?”
“I’m fine, honey.”
“There is something, though, isn’t there?”
“I warned you that I am a mess. A needy little mess.”
“What is it?”
“As I meet your female friends and coworkers, I am going to ask myself each time which of them you dated, which of them you slept with and which of them you loved.”
“Can I ask if this comes from jealousy, insecurity or both?”
“Both, I guess. Plus, I just imagine that every woman who knows you must be in love with you. Jesus, I fell for you like a bag of cement. Who wouldn’t? My God, you’re Wilder Goddamn Betterman, and I’m just lowly little Crissy Neville!”
“This may surprise you dear, but women don’t generally think me as all that hot. I find it rather strange that you, of all women, Crissy Goddamn Neville, do think that. It’s mystifying.”
“No, it’s not.”
“What I saw tonight was people trying to figure out what an absolute young goddess is doing with an old plebeian like me.”
“They were not,” she laughed. “There is nothing even remotely common about you. What I saw was Kitty giving me the evil eye. She was asking who the fuck this little upstart is.”
“There is not now, nor has there ever been, anything between Kitty and me.”
“Does she know that?”
“Honey, I don’t know what other people think, nor do I care. However, I do care most dearly what you think.”
“Do you, baby?”
“More than anything in the world.”
“See the level of my insecurity? I’m hopeless. What are you going to do with me?”
“Love you.”
“Right now in the car? On the public highway? I am shocked, counselor,” she smiled.
“I prefer a nice soft bed at home. Our home.”
“So we’re restricted to the bed? No more hardwood floors or hot tubs? How boring.”
“I am open to requests, if you have a better idea.”
“I will think on it,” she promised.
That night they made love standing in the fully lit bathroom, her bent over the vanity sinks and him pounding her from behind. It was his favorite position, but it never felt this damn good.
“This is what you get with me, Wilder. You can fuck me in every room in the house. Just bend me over anytime you want. Take my, baby, take me. God, you’re so good. So perfect. I love you.”
Wilder could not get over how verbal she was with sex. She said the sweetest things to him. She said whatever popped into her beautiful head. She was loving, sexy and dirty. She blew his little mind.
“I love you, Crissy. I love everything about you.”
“Oh, baby. Fuck your woman. Take her. Take your pussy. It belongs to you, baby. Oohhhh Gggoooddd, I’m ccuuuummmmmmiiinnnggg.”
Minutes later, Wilder was moaning into her hair as he unloaded in her tight pussy. She wiggled her spectacular ass back at him as if she wanted to help get his seed as far in her body as possible. Whatever her reason, it felt amazing. This was nirvana.
Later in bed, just holding Crissy as she fell asleep, Wilder was overcome with joy. He felt like, for the first time in his life, he understood the meaning of that word. Crissy was his, and that knowledge filled him with joy.
He would have to think up a campaign of attack to make sure this woman always felt loved and cherished in return.
Wednesday
Crissy was excited all day. She woke early and found a sleeping Wilder with a hardon. It made her mouth water. What’s a girl to do but wake him with her best sloppy blowjob? He didn’t seem to hate waking in that way.
She was going to dress up fine tonight and go out with her man. Her perfect, wonderful, amazing man. She felt so proud to be with him.
She still couldn’t get over the fact that a few days ago she was nobody from nowhere and now she was the beloved girlfriend of Wilder Goddamn Betterman.
Thinking about last night at the restaurant, she was starting to like the idea that every other woman would be jealous of her. They didn’t have Wilder, and they never would. He completely belonged to her. She would hang on tight and never let him go.
Carol told her that tonight was an annual dinner to recognize entrepreneurship in the community, and the proceeds went to the local community college. And Wilder was getting an award! He was Business Person of the Year ... for the third time. How come he never mentioned that? Add humble to his long list of wonderful traits.
He had purchased a whole table for the evening, and Carol and some of his employees would be going as well. So, they closed the shop at 5 p.m. and headed home to get ready.
The dress she selected was a tight shimmering silver strapless gown. It accentuated her breasts without being slutty. She hoped Wilder would think it elegant.
She let her long dark wavy hair flow down her back and wore no jewelry. She had neglected to buy anything worthy of a night like this and now it was too late. The cheap costume stuff she had would not match this dress nor this occasion.
When Crissy stepped out into the living room, Wilder was talking to the babysitter, a high school kid from down the street. Mary was already put down, so the girl should have an easy night.
Crissy’s man was all decked out in an immaculate tux. How did she ever think he was anything but gorgeous? Now he reminded her a little of Colin Firth in all his finery. Her own Mr. Darcy. How apt!
His mouth dropped when he saw her. Just the reaction she hoped for. She stopped just a few feet from him.
“My God, Crissy. You’re a movie star, a beauty queen, a goddess. I feel sorry for every other woman tonight. They will all be outshone.”
“So, you like it.”
“Not it. You. I love you. The dress just accentuates how beautiful you are. Can I offer something to help in that regard?” He picked up a hefty jewelers box from a side table and handed it to her.
“Oh! This had better not be that super expensive necklace from Pretty Woman.”
“Hell no. That thing cost a quarter of a million. This is nowhere near that expensive.” She opened the box to reveal a sapphire tennis necklace, matching bracelet and earrings.
“Oh my God, Wilder!”
“Do you like them, baby?”
“There gorgeous. I never ... I don’t...”
“The good news is that these don’t have to go back tomorrow like Julia’s did. They’re yours.”
What did you say when someone gave you something so beautiful? So thoughtful. And so perfect for your dress. At that moment, Crissy was sure she’d died and gone to heaven.
The campaign had begun, and Wilder brought the big guns. Start with thousands of dollars in jewelry. Oh, and bribe the boutique owner to find out what dress she bought. Then, show that dress to the jewelry store and have them help you get a perfect matching set. He was feeling pretty good about himself.
He helped her put the necklace and bracelet on. She was trying not to cry and mess up her perfect application of makeup but failing.
“You could have made me cry before I put on my makeup, Wilder.”
“Sorry, I was thinking it might make you happy.”
“I cry when I’m really happy,” she said.
“I will note that for future gift giving.”
Her need to touch up her face did not slow them down much, and they arrived at the convention center right on time. After Wilder helped Crissy out of the car, she stopped him.
“In case I forget to tell you later,” she said. “I had a really good time tonight.” He laughed, laced his fingers into hers and led the way to the door.
As soon as they entered the big hall where cocktails were being served, his friends, colleagues and even competitors, began coming up to say hello. The eyes of both the men and the women went right to Crissy. As they should.
Crissy did not know what to expect having never been to anything like this. It was the most formal event she’d ever been invited to and was full of businesspeople, not a set of people she knew anything about.
Her greatest worry was that Wilder would go off with his friends and desert her in a place where she knew no one. However, he kept her right hand laced with his left leaving his right free to shake the hands of others. It was as though he planned it.
When Carol saw them, she came right to their side. This also seemed like part of a plan. The Bettermans were closing ranks about her.
“Crissy you look so beautiful, like a Princess!” Carol said.
“Thank you. I feel like one. And just look at you, dressed as regal as a queen,” Carol really had a fine figure for a woman her age and the bronze one-strap gown displayed it well.
The way Wilder introduced Crissy to all his acquaintances impressed her. Each time, he said, “Do you know my girlfriend, Crissy Neville?” First, he was acknowledging their connection right off letting everyone know her importance to him. The second thing his introduction indicated, though mainly with tone of voice, was that they ought to know Crissy and were lucky to do so, like she was a celebrity or something. It warmed her every time he did it.
She met business leaders, politicians, and educators. This was the world she was entering; this was her life now. She was not sure if she would ever be truly comfortable in it, but she would support her man any way she could. How quickly that had become her goal in life.
There were some people she did know. Their table included Harry and Kitty and a few others from Wilder’s team. Dinner was fun with lively conversation.
Then Kitty asked how they met. Wilder seemed a little stunned by the question. As a lawyer, she thought he should have been ready for it. She knew that he didn’t want to divulge his benevolence. So, she broke the silence and stepped into the breach.
“Wilder has known me most of my life. He was a lawyer for my parents. We had not seen each other for a few years, but recently ran into each other. Actually, he was my knight in shining armor. I don’t want to go into the details, but he kind of saved me.”
“For obvious reasons,” said one of the men.
“I’m many things,” Wilder said looking at Crissy. “But, I’m not stupid.” She blushed.
At that moment, Mr. Landsdale waddled up to their table greeting everyone. She felt Wilder stiffen. In fact, she felt the whole table stiffen. What was the owner of the town’s most disreputable business doing here.
“Well, Betterman! I see you have convinced a most desirable woman to be your companion tonight. Well done.”
“What a surprise to see you here, Landsdale. I had no idea you were such a supporter of higher education,” Wilder said.
“To be honest, I’m not, but I do love to rub shoulders with my fellow businessmen. I certainly wouldn’t miss seeing you win another award.”
His eyes turned to Crissy. She wanted to sink through the floor rather than be acknowledged by this cretin in this company.
“You look very well, Miss. Neville.” The asshole was trying to give everyone the impression that they had some kind of history, which they certainly did not. All though the old bastard had tried hard enough. Attempting to entice her to be his whore for Christ’s sake, like she’d ever do that.
“Thank you,” she said without making eye contact with the old man. And he was gone.
Wilder took her hand under the table and squeezed it. Carol did the same thing with her other hand. At that moment, she realized for the first that she had a family and could feel her eyes begin to water. She blinked the tears away. As a foster kid, she had learned long ago how to stop herself from crying in public so as not to make a scene. Wilder asked someone something and the conversation began again.
The worst part of the night was followed by the best. The awards program began and the last one was Wilder’s. They played a video talking about all his businesses, his leadership, and what he meant to the community.
When he rose, Wilder acknowledged the applause and stopped to kiss her. She had not expected that he would do such a thing when everyone was looking at them, but she was ready. To her, it made a statement -- ‘this is the most important person to me.’ She was so excited and clapped so hard for him as he ascended the stage.
As she expected, Wilder thanked his team, lauding the newest businesses and the progress they had made. Finally, he thanked his mother, Carol, ... and his girlfriend, Crissy. His girlfriend of what, five days? Tonight, he was not acting like it was a relationship of less than a week. She was stunned.
When he was returning to the table, Wilder only had eyes for Crissy. It had the strangest effect on her. Right there, in front of all those people, she was getting wet for this man. No one had ever affected her the way he did. This should have been a night just for him, but he made it about them -- as a couple. At that moment, she would have taken a bullet for him.
Back at the table, he kissed her again and this time she whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard tonight, mister.” They looked at each other and smiled.
Wilder was feeling just great. Crissy had presented herself so well. She did and said all the right things, just as he was certain she would. He was sure that every man in the room envied him.
Mom had rallied around them, and that was great, too. When they left, Crissy had hugged Carol, kissed her cheek and thanked her for a great night. That’s my family, he thought. It came damn near to making him tear up.
They were quiet as he steered the car along the dark road. Crissy leaned across the console and placed her hand on his thigh.
“I told you I would have a great time. You made it great. It meant the world to me the way you stayed with me, introduced me to everyone and included me in everything. I will never forget your thoughtfulness. You are truly a wonderful man, and I love you with all my heart.”
“Thank you for coming with me. For gracing my table ... and my life ... with your presence. Can I tell you something that I realized tonight?”
“What, baby?”
“When I watched you and mom together tonight, I realized that my family just tripled in size.”
“Oh, you’re gonna get so lucky tonight. I hope you are ready cause, that was the sexiest thing anybody ever said to me.”
“I hoped it would please you, because that realization certainly pleases me.”
Later, in their bedroom, Wilder asked if he could undress Crissy. “I want to unwrap you.”
“Like a birthday gift.”
“Like a gift from God.” He closed the distance between them and wrapped her in his arms. He leaned down and kissed her deeply.