7 comments/ 66156 views/ 19 favorites Wife Loses Pride at Casino By: JRob Casinos are strange places. You can win a stinking fortune or slip into the depths of bankruptcy...all in the same day. You won't find a clock on a casino floor, as there is no need for the time unless you have dinner or show reservations. Lights flitter 24/7, free drinks flow like a river and men and women dress in ways more suitable for Halloween. Girl's night out, bachelor parties, wedding and divorce celebrations and just plain old get away from it all fun. Casinos win a lot, in case you haven't heard. How do you think they pay for the massive structures and venues and, yes, those "free" drinks and comps they hand out. Still, for many people, it is a respite, an oasis to get away from the dull and mundane of everyday life. I have a close friend who hardly ever gambles but sits at a casino watching the "views" and soaking in the atmosphere for 20 bucks a day. I like to think he's really there to have lightening strike and a rich old lady hit on him and take him to Palm Beach the next day. Whatever. For me, casinos fit the get out of the ordinary concept. I don't gamble heavily, but I play the tables and slots for fun. Setting a limit for each visit, cashing in some comps along the way. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Years ago I attended a conference in Las Vegas. Played golf, cards and hit the slots. Saw some shows and fell in love with the place. Since then, at least once a year, I make the trek to Sin City. Using loyalty points earned at nearby affiliate casinos my room and board is generally comped, so it's just the airfare and incidentals that cost me. Oh, and the shows and of course gambling. It's worth it. It's Sin City, but other than bending my wife over the desk in our suite at the Rio with the window shades wide open a couple times several years ago I haven't been all that naughty. Oh, I saw a couple of the adult shows, but generally it's blackjack and slots, a show and off to bed. Golf in the morning once in a while. This last trip was the one I had to write about. I'd been in San Francisco for three days working on a project and worked in a long weekend. Arriving in Vegas at 4pm on Friday I treated myself to a big steak and some blackjack before an early bedtime. Saturday was to be the all-day casino debauchery and Sunday a short day before hitting the airport. After a big buffet breakfast and a walk around the casino floor I was ready for some action. Mindless action to start, so I stopped at the automated roulette area where there is a real dealer and a real wheel but everything else is automated. Giving the guy $100, he set me up, and I played the zero, double zero combination. That's the numbers 0 and 00, as well as the 1 and 2 and 27 and 28. A dollar each bet, total of six bucks a roll, and I planned on 20 rolls. Of course that meant I had to hit something relatively quickly or else my bankroll for the game would be exhausted as I needed $120 for the 20 bets and only had plunked down $100. Four straight missing rolls and I was ready to pack it in and cut my losses. But before I could quit, up jumped a 1, and then a 27. A miss, another miss, then 0, 28 and 1 again in order. I cashed out five rolls later with more than $300 in chips which was more than a $260 profit. Blackjack followed, and for the next two hours I won more than I lost, eventually leaving with a profit of $200 and a big smile. Clearly I'm not a big spender, but the casinos love me because I'm a repeat visitor. I used my player's card for a free lunch and then wandered around wondering what was next. While the house has a big edge in slots, the machines are addictive. I play for fun, never putting more than $40 in a machine to play and set my bankroll at $200 a day. Today I made that $300 and pocked the rest of my winnings. For the next two hours I played various machines, losing, but not too much, before settling on a game I'd never seen before toward the back doors. The game doesn't matter, except that it was a penny machine that required a bet of at least 90 cents to advance to the bonus games that could yield bigger returns. It was fun! I mean, I was up and down, but wasn't losing much and enjoyed the action. Sitting there I noticed a woman to my right playing the same game, and couldn't help notice she hit a couple bonuses but didn't have the 90 cents in the machine to get them. She stared at the machine as if to answer why not? I couldn't help myself. I hated it when my dad did this to people years ago, but I had to say something. Explaining to her was easy, but she said she didn't have the cash for more than a few pulls. So I came up with an idea. I put $20 bucks in her machine and my backup loyalty card. Heck, I figured I'd move to that machine when she left anyway, so why not get her points now? She was very appreciative, especially on her fifth pull when she moved to the bonus round and amazingly won $25 bucks. Yippee! When you are hot, you are hot. We joked around, and she told me she was from Topeka on a long weekend with her husband. He is a card player, and was ensconced in the poker room most of the time. Not doing well, and she was worried. "He always thinks he is one table away from the World Series or something," said the lady who I believed to be around 40. "He just gets on these losing streaks that are awful. At home he's the perfect dad, a great guy. But here, well, I guess it's true that if it happens in Vegas it stays in Vegas." I said that's the way you go, up and down, and she laughed. Yea, he's mostly down though. Her name was Lisa, and she was indeed 41, which I found out after a bit of sleuthing. She had brown hair and brown eyes and a catching shy smile. She analyzed her machine. She double hit sometimes, attempting to change her luck. Pulling the arm of the one arm bandit instead of hitting the replay button from time to time. Her blue jeans were worn and very tight. She looked like a woman you'd meet at a kids' soccer game, made more hot by the location we were at. She lost most of her winnings and I put another $20 in the machine for her. Heck, I was getting the points and she was fun to speak to on a lark. We played for about a half hour when she leaned over and startled me. "Hey Rob, I'm ahead, but I want to make sure I stay ahead. Tell you what, I will show you a tit for a 20." Looking at her as if she was from outer space, I said "What?" She leaned over again and said for a 20 she'd show me her tit. "I want to walk away with a couple bucks, and not just feed the machine. Don't worry, if I win I will give you your money back." Laughing, I said for $20 I wanted to see both and get a feel too! She blushed. "Okay." That's all she said. Just okay. I looked around and knew the eyes in the sky could see us. But heck there were thousands of eyes in the sky and only a few looking at us. What would be the odds of them catching us with a little flash? To help the cause I draped my jacked over her arms. "Let's see those beauties," was my request. The woman looked around, coyly, and then lifted her top and then unclasped the front of her lily-white bra. She kept the cups in her hand and looked around. The jacket kept the flash between us to onlookers, but it would be an imbecile who wouldn't have seen me reach over and caress the breasts. It was no more than 20 seconds, but I had a huge smile on my face when I handed her the $20. Buttoned up, she went back to playing the machine and I told her that was one of the hottest things ever. She smiled, looked at my pants, and said she could tell. Now I was the one who blushed. For the next half hour we traded laughs, playing our machines, just ignoring the world and interacting, discussing kids, sports and work. She was a part-time bookkeeper, and active in the PTA. Two kids, 13 and 11, who were whirlwinds of daily activity. And here in Vegas she had a husband who didn't know when to quit, a husband who gambled too much at the wrong times. "He's always after a big score here. Never has gotten it. He gets an A for Effort but an F for Execution. We played so much our arms started hurting. I suggested that, although the drinks at the slots were free, we mosey over to the bar for a drink to clear our minds from the noise on the floor. We started there before she asked if I had a car. I said I did. "Look, I know this is crazy, and I have never done anything like this, but," said the girl, stopping mid-sentence. I asked her what she was thinking. Maybe a ride to the Strip? "He's not going to win, I just know it. And while I am ahead right now thanks to your generosity our credit cards are tapped out and we don't have gas money for the trip home tomorrow. I can't go to the ATM, there's nothing in the account. I just know tonight we will be desperate. So I am going to say something that I've never, ever said before." "What, Lisa, what?" The woman looked lost, beaten. Looking toward the ground I could barely hear the words. "Would you give me $100 for a blow job?" I knew it killed her to say it. She wasn't a whore. I was tempted to give her the money and leave it at that. My dick said something else, tho. And when I realized she wasn't joking I began the negotiation. "Okay. I will give you $50, but I will tip you if it's a good one. Lots of tongue. Lots of sucking. Licking. A real good blow job." I laid it out for her, hoping she's change her mind and say no while my mind kept saying "please say yes." The woman looked at me and I swear a smile crossed her lips. She told me I was a good negotiator. Then she seductively licked her lips and said 'let's go to your car." I offered my room, but she said no. She wanted to do it in the car. That was fine by me, a fantasy that took me back to high school. We drove in my piece of shit small foreign rental car from the parking lot, going nowhere in particular. We headed away from town, through some industrial park area. "Don't look at me, I have no idea where to go. This is my first time," said Lisa, laughing but caressing my thigh. "I really have never done this before. I've never cheated on Rick. Never." As we drove she said her husband had cheated on her, once with a secretary from work, and once right here in Vegas when he picked up a hooker and banged her royally. He rubbed that in her face for weeks, especially on how he was so hot and he made the whore cum. "The bastard wouldn't know if she faked it." Obviously she did we surmised. Pulling behind an expansive brick building and then in between a couple of trucks, I figured I'd found the perfect spot for seclusion. I could back out of the secluded spot, or, I could pull out forward. Lots of room, but away from the building's windows and actually with a pretty good view of the mountains in the distance. Lisa set the ground rules. "Remember, it's a blow job. Don't get any other ideas. I'm not screwing you. Nor will I screw you out of a good blow job," she laughed. "That was funny, huh! Really, I'm going to give you the best blowjob you have ever had...but nothing else, okay?" What could I say? She had me in her hands. Really. She was stroking me while she was talking, so I wasn't about to raise a fuss. I looked at her lips and thought of how lovely they'd look around my cock. That's something my wife hardly ever did anymore, as it was beneath her. But Lisa, well, I was anticipating a wonderful afternoon. "How should we do this?" was all I could say. Lisa smiled. "I think you take it out of your pants and I suck it until it spurts some of that disgusting stuff, or something like that." Ha ha. What a jokester. She should be on stage with lines like that. "That's not exactly what I meant." She asked what I'd like. I was the boss. She made a point of my paying for her services, almost like she wanted to remind me she was transformed from a housewife into a whore. When I started out of the casino I thought it might be a set up, that this could be too good to be true. But in that parking lot, with her slipping off her shoes, stroking me while she was doing it, I realized I'd hit the proverbial jackpot. A fantasy come true. A beautiful MILF was going to suck my cock in a parking lot. Handing her three 20s, she smiled and said she wasn't going to give me change. I nodded. The mountains in the distance looked so inviting, but not as inviting as Lisa, who was actually licking her lips when I unzipped and slipped my cock out of my boxers. "Pull your pants down," she cooed as she reached into her purse and pulled out a scrunch to hold her hair back into a sort of ponytail. "It will be better for you than through the zipper. Wouldn't want to scratch you and break the mood, right?" Lisa smiled as she said it, and I had to agree. My first thought was just to let her have at it while barely out of my pants. But hey, I was paying for this and why not do the complete Robby or something. Unbuckling my belt, I slipped down my jeans and boxers a little to my knees to give her full access. Unleashed, my cock sprung to the touch of the woman. She slowly stroked it as she told me she hadn't done this with anyone but her husband in more than a decade. I leaned back against the door, maneuvering around a little to give her more room. She wasn't in any hurry. That was a surprise. A fleeting thought had her getting me off quickly, sort of getting it over with. But she wasn't even moving quickly with her hand action. It was a deliberate stroking of my cock, as if she was getting to know it. She looked as she stroked it, absorbing the action. "You have a nice cock. I mean, really, it's nice. Not like I have a lot of experience, but it's firm, long and thick," said the girl as I wondered what she was talking about. I mean, my dick was only six inches, give or take a centimeter, and I had no gauge of how its thickness measured up against others when it was throbbing like this. Lisa leisurely played with my manhood and I felt stirrings that needed just a little more stimulation. I asked her if she'd blow me. "You are the boss, sir, I will if you want me to." "Oh I want you too, I do." She leaned over and kissed my cheek, then slipped up onto the passenger seat, kneeling on it. She bent over and slipped her head right above my midsection. She looked up, smiled, and bent her head over. She surprised me by holding my cock with her hand and then licking all around it. Her tongue was so wet, and it felt wonderful slipping and sliding around my cock. Slowly stroking my dick, Lisa moved her head up and whispered, "enjoy yourself." Damn, that was so very hot. A lovely woman whispering for me to do things just normally doesn't happen to a guy like me. All the while she was stroking my dick she was sort of moaning. I mean, it wasn't like moaning in passion but more like humming in happiness. Again she moved her head toward my cock and licked. First the tip, then around the crown, and then down the rock hard staff. As she did this she released her hand from the base of my cock and licked all the way down. It was sensuous watching her move down there, all around my dick. My cock wasn't overly cooperative, throbbing here and there, but somehow she got down to the spot between my cock and my balls and I groaned. Pausing, she asked if I was okay, but I just ordered her to keep doing what she was doing. Her one wrist served as a balance as her other stroked my leg and then regained a hold on my dick. I was ready to cum, and the girl had yet to suck my dick. It was just such an amazing set of sensations. I cautioned her that I was going to shoot and she backed off my dick. She pushed herself up next to me, and I wanted to grab my dick and jerk off an orgasm but she'd have none of that. "Don't you dare cum yet," said the woman. "I want it in my mouth. If that bastard is making be earn money with my mouth, I want the satisfaction of you leaving your deposit in there." She smiled, and then added. "I'm going to swallow it too, just to spite the gambling bastard." Speechless I just nodded. "You want cock? You want to swallow some cum? You came to the right place," was all I could muster, attempting to sound gruff when all I was thinking was how lovely she was and how lucky I was. Taking my hand, I carefully placed some pressure on her head. "You know what to do, Lisa, you know what to do so go ahead and do it." I want to say I lasted an hour, that her mouth hurt for a week and that I shot all over that pretty face or that I came a couple times. Nothing correct in any of those statements. She licked around the tip of my cock again and I merely groaned in the sensations. She ovaled her lips and slowly worked those tight lips down my cock without help from her hand. Down the shaft a couple inches she reversed the action and slowly went up my cock, then back down again a little further. She quickened her pace, loosening the hold and then tightened again. She was a master of mouth action. But after several minutes there was nothing I could do except explode. "I'm going to cum!!!" was my warning. That merely spurred her up and down my cock several times before trying to put the whole thing in her mouth. She didn't succeed, but it did the trick and my dick began spurting volley after volley of sticky man sauce into her mouth. True to her word, not a drop was missed. She didn't come up off the dick; she just kept sucking and swallowing around my throbbing cock. I don't think I'd shot that much semen in months, as the woman drew out more and more of the stuff while draining my dick. Lisa stopped sucking but kept the cock in her mouth for at least a minute, putting her head on my thighs and just laying there, exhausted. I could feel her swallowing the leftover residue; something I have to say was extremely sensuous. In the distance I heard a siren and that stunned me to pulling her up and then pulling up my underwear and pants. Lisa looked at me, and when I was presentable she made a show of wiping her lips with her shirtsleeve. She looked me in the eyes. "Damn, that was good. That was a huge load, when's the last time you came?" I laughed and started the car. We drove away from the parking lot in silence. I mean, what do you say to a girl who you barely knew who'd just sucked your cock? Thank you. And I must have thanked her five times on the way back to the Rio. We parked and I kissed her. I know, I know, she had just blown me, but I had to thank her. While I did I slipped two 20s into her hand after writing my cell number on one. "You are a sweetheart, I have to thank you for making that so enjoyable," she said. Damn, she was thanking me, and she had been sucking MY dick! We walked back into the casino and there was a little bit of silent awkwardness. I asked for her phone number, but she thought that wouldn't be a good idea. But she did offer an email address she said was private. Watching her walk down the casino floor I smiled at the events of the last couple of hours. Then I watched as she stopped and looked toward her right. She said something to someone, a guy, and he reached out and pulled her over. He had obviously been drinking and was loud and obnoxious. She looked around, saw me and smiled. She planted a big, sloppy kiss on her husband, I can't help but think she wanted him to have a nice taste of her recent activity as punishment. I couldn't help it, but I watched Lisa and her husband from afar at the casino. He had her on his lap and was obviously inebriated. She looked disgusted, but he didn't notice. The drinks were more than he could take and stay somewhat sober. Hard to imagine that an hour before his lovely soccer mom wife had given me the blowjob of my life in my POS rental car behind a Vegas warehouse. Smiling at the thought, I played a machine while constantly glancing at the twosome across the way. Wife Loses Pride at Casino Ch. 02 Thank you Cindy for editing. * In part one of this tale, a traveling businessman makes a quick stop in Las Vegas to sample its wares. Food and frolic, gambling and fun. By chance he met a distraught midwest woman whose husband was on a losing streak in the poker room. Desperate, she lost her pride and for the first time in her marriage strayed --- for a good reason she thought. To get her home with her drunk husband. He had other ideas. Given the circumstances, I really don't know why I was so involved that day at the casino with Lisa, other than I was feeling somewhat guilty by what had happened that afternoon and the predicament she was in. Simply stated, her husband was a jerk and addicted to gambling. He'd lost his stake, had too many free drinks, and insisted his wife find a way to get him the cash for one last game. All she wanted was to get on the way home, back to her kids and job and everyday life. Unfortunately, they were basically tapped out in the cash department. So what's it to me? Well, I was in town after working in San Francisco, taking advantage of an open jaw airline ticket and some earned comps from the casino for basically a free weekend. Better than that I'd made some serious money, by my standards, and was minding my business at a one-armed bandit when I started talking to the woman at the next machine. Over the next couple hours we bonded, and we attempted to solve each other's problems. She got some cash for the trip home and I got a blow job in an industrial center a few miles from the strip. Pretty simple, huh? No, she wasn't a whore. But I guess she was one now. I mean, she took cash for sex. But in my mind I was just helping her out and she was finding a way to salvage a terrible trip to Sin City. Hey, it stays in Vegas, right? Unfortunately, there was her husband. He, a worm of a man, who was addicted to poker and one table away from a big score. Or so he thought. After our toe-curling escapade I was going to walk away from Lisa and her problems, but happened to see her stumble across her husband and I couldn't help waiting for the train wreck to occur. I watched, wondered, worried and wanted to know what was going to happen next. I could tell they were in deep discussion and she was as mad as he was drunk. Soon, she walked away in a huff. I caught up with her outside the women's room. She went in crying and when she came out, a long while later, she was at least composed. Not happy, but with a sad, resigned look. She was more than surprised when she saw me. "Couldn't help but see you two lovebirds, so thought I'd see what was up with Mr. Big," I said. "Is he always such a jerk." The woman shook her head yes and I led her across the casino floor to some empty seats in Keno. I asked her for her favorite two numbers, added two of my own, and bought a cheap ticket that would last us for an hour or so. She filled me on her husband's demands, how he was "this" close to winning. About how she needed to get some cash for his stake and how they would leave right after he won the game. What bullshit! For the next twenty minutes we commiserated on the day, which she said that the highlight was having my dick in her mouth. She laughed at that. "Pretty bad when sucking cock is a highlight for a girl" said the woman, smiling. "You were pretty cute earlier." I kidded back, "Well, excuse me. A lot of girls would love to suck this thing....but I am sure glad you and I got together earlier. That was the highlight of my year." "Oh, better than the blind, dumb, nymphomaniacs?" jabbed the woman back at me. "Seriously, today with you has been very nice, and I actually enjoyed sucking your dick. That was so exciting. But now, damn, he's such an asshole." We laughed then turned serious. "What are you going to do?" I asked. She looked at me, lowering her eyes. "I don't think I have much choice if we want to get back home. He's going to be totally tapped out and we're going to be stuck here. I think I am going to get picked up and fucked for money. Become a whore. I hate him, but I love him. If I don't get him some cash, well, you don't know what he will do. I mean, he might do something really stupid." We discussed the pros and cons, the danger, the cops and the front page of the local Gazette talking about the "Soccer Mom arrested for prostitution" story. How will that play when she's at her kids' school...if she could ever go back there again?. "But what can I do? I can't let him rob a bank or something. He swears, one game today and then we go home, win or lose. I still have some cash hidden for gas, and we can sleep in the car or a flea bag motel I guess." Looking at the woman, I saw her pain. She couldn't, shouldn't whore herself out. And although I knew that is what she did earlier today with me it's as if we were old friends. It was a perplexing situation. I mean, she blew me earlier in the day, sucked my dick off and I barely knew her. But on the other hand she wasn't, really a whore. "How much cash does he need?" I asked. "He said the buy in is $400. It's low stakes, but he thinks he can quadruple that in one game. He said he already knows a couple guys in the game and he knows their "tells" so he knows he could do okay." I told her I had an idea. That it wasn't a great one, but it would be a good one that would get her and her husband out of his cash predicament and into the game. But it would be humiliating. "What could be more humiliating than me soliciting sex from strangers at a casino?" "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked as she looked at me, soaking in the question. "I will give you the $400, but here are the conditions. A good fuck. Just like that great blowjob earlier....and I want him in the room watching." Lisa pulled back at the last request. "You're kidding? He'd never go for that. I think he wants me to get the money, but he doesn't want to know how. He wants to think maybe I didn't fuck for it. I think he wants me to trick a few guys out of the money without actually screwing them." Explaining the deal, and the rules, I told her it was a way out for her. She could get the cash, he'd get in the game, and throughout the affair she'd humiliate her husband. "But I do want you to cum. I want you to perform, yes, but I really want to get you off." Lisa demurely gazed her eyes to the ground, considering the offer. It wasn't a long thought, because she soon smiled and looked at me. "We'll have to tie him up or something, because he will kick your ass otherwise. Can we do it in your room? You are checking out later, right? You could leave for the airport while he's still tied up, and I will take care of him while you escape. Because..." "Because what?" "I want him to kiss your ass and then kiss your cock, maybe even make him suck it. If I have to prostitute myself, he should have do help, right?" Laughing, I said I wasn't gay, but I think I could humiliate him as well as her for an hour. . "Let's do it," said the girl. "Got any rope or anything with you?" Telling her I had an idea, I said yes and told her my suite number in the tower. It would be her job to get the guy into the room and get tied up without incident, and I would take it from there. I told her to make sure he had a couple more drinks. "You know, I have never, ever, done this before. Like I told you, I never had sex with any other guy since marriage. But I wasn't counting that blow job today, that was like we were in a parallel universe. But this is different. I mean, what if I am no good?" Smiling, I told her she'd be wonderful as I stroked her thigh. She thanked me, and said she was looking forward to our meeting. Stopping at the Keno desk I found I'd won $16 bucks (or lost $4 depending on how you are counting) as the woman there smiled a knowing smile. "She's cute," said the woman. "Your wife, I mean, she's cute." All I could say was that she wasn't my wife and winked. I made a beeline up stairs to set things up after watching Lisa walking away. Smiling once again, I saw her approach her husband with the offer. The look on his face was priceless, as if saying "what the hell." But when he smiled and nodded his head I knew it was soon going to be show time. Upstairs in the room I pulled out my two neckties, as well as the masking tape that I had used to put papers on the wall in one of my recent training sessions. Then I sat back and wondered if the couple would show. Minutes later a knock at the door signified they would. I peered through the security hole in the door and confirmed the twosome was there. She was smiling, he was obviously inebriated as she held him up. "Hi, Mr. Smith?" "Yes, hello, thanks for coming," was my reply. "Come in." They did, walking past me and looking around the room. The drunk guy said something about his "wife, the whore" and she sat him down in a desk chair. When she did I grabbed his arms and secured them to the desk and with the masking tape. The other was secured to the chair. He was secured willingly, which was perfect. She must have told him about the money, and he was simply going to watch his wife prostitute herself in front of him. It was a makeshift set of bindings, but it worked and he was securely in his place. With that, I walked over to the love seat and put my arms around Lisa. We hugged, then began kissing. It was somewhat awkward at first, knowing her husband was there, but soon I was in the mood. Especially when Lisa began stroking my cock through my pants. Whispering for her to stop the hand action, I made a production about complaining to the husband about the goods. "She's not very sexy. I don't know if I want to go through with this," I said, acting my part. Hubby mentioned something about a deal being a deal, and that he got his money whether I banged his wife or not. You know, I hated this guy. What an absolute asshole. I had to put him in his place. Telling Lisa to brush her teeth, I told the guy his wife was cute and he'd get his money. It's just I needed some help. With that I dropped my pants, striping to my underwear and smiled at the guy. I took my cell phone out of my pants and walked to the bathroom. "Hey, when you come out, snap a couple photos, okay. No questions. Just do it." Lisa looked quizzically at me, then nodded yes. Back into the room, I asked the guy how many times his wife had whored herself out. "All the time, man, she's as hot as a pistol. You just wait, she will knock your socks off." Laughing, I said something about it being what I expected. Then I walked over to him and slipped my dick out of the opening. I had willed myself soft, because I was hot for his wife. "Kiss my dick," was my simple order. "No fucking way, asshole. I'm not gay!" Staring at the man, I reminded him of his situation. "Look, you are tied up, and your wife will be in here shortly. I'm going to fuck her, right in front of you. But I need something to get me going, and that's your lips. I want you to kiss my dick and like it. NOW." He tentatively placed his lips on my cock. He looked up at me and tentatively opened his lips slightly. "That's it", I said. Lisa came out of the bathroom and stopped in her tracks. She then strolled over and took several candid shots of her husband kissing my now rock hard cock. Taking the cell phone, I directed her to the bed and took a couple of snatch shots, then flipped her over for a candid shot of her ass hole. Damn, it was great to be the king. Soon she was on her knees sucking my cock. Wow, I had missed those lips, and just like earlier today in the car the feelings were spectacular. The difference was that earlier we were in tight quarters, but in my room the angle was different and the sensations were even better. Having cum earlier in the day helped, as there would be no hair-trigger action here. As much as I wanted to shoot off in her mouth quickly my body wasn't reacting like a teenager. No, this was going to be some lengthy fun. Making a production of it, and turning sideways so her husband had a perfect view, I fucked the woman's hot wet mouth. To her credit, she savored my dick, slowly kissing, nibbling and sucking my dick. A couple of times her husband groaned his displeasure. "Get him off girl, let's go, I have a game to get to." Wanting to pound his face, I pounded his wife's face with my dick instead. Lisa took it like the pro she was becoming. Soon I directed her to the bed, and ordered her to spread her legs. Climbing into the saddle, directly in sight of her husband, I slipped my cock inside her and then slowly started banging the pretty housewife. I knew the view her husband had was of cock sliding in and out of his wife, and I hoped he was starting to feel the humiliation she must feel. "Oh, you are so big, so hard, you're filling me up," said the girl, moving her hips to my actions. We fucked for a bit until we heard a groan from behind. "Where's the fucking rubber, Lisa, what the fuck? You aren't on the pill anymore." Lisa never missed a beat, pushing her midsection against mine. "It feels too good to stop, Horace, and besides, you cut me off from the pill to save money for your trip. I'll just have him pull out before cumming or let him cum in my mouth." I liked the way the girl thought, as her comments brought more groans from her husband. Now he had a whore for a wife who might be carrying a baby that wasn't his after our little escapade. I had to see his face, look into his eyes, as Lisa humiliated him. Turning her around, I ordered her to get on all fours. From this view point he could see Lisa's face as I mounted her from behind and fucked his pretty bride. "He's fucking me, Horace, he's fucking me deep," said the girl, rocking to my beat. "Damn his cock is big." For what it's worth, Horace tried to divert his eyes away from the action on the bed in front of him but couldn't. He'd look down, but then right back up when Lisa would grunt or moan. Lisa was tight from behind, obviously the production of children hadn't loosened her up too much. Not that it mattered, as what mattered was I was fucking the woman right in front of her husband and enjoying each and every thrust. Soon I'd cum, which sparked my mind into more debauchery. "Hey Horace, ever fuck your wife's ass?" He mumbled something about her not allowing rear entry. I mentioned something about it being on my dance card. "No way," said Horace soon to be followed by Lisa's equally negative sentiments. "Was there some misunderstanding here," was my reply. "I have your wife for an hour, any way I want. And I want her pretty little ass to spread for my cock." The man threatened me with bodily harm, but I reminded him of his predicament. "Hey, I will make it worth your while." "Okay, you can fuck her ass for $500 bucks, how's that?" Smiling at him, I said I'd take it for free because that was the deal, but if he agreed I'd throw in $100 as good faith. Amazingly, it didn't take more than a few seconds for him to say okay. Lisa responded to that quickly. "You bastard." Slipping out of her pussy I held her in the position and rubbed my dick along her ass crack. Rubbing against her brown hole I knew it would hurt but I couldn't help myself. I just pushed. "Oh no, ouch," said the woman before I pushed her head down into a pillow where she could yell to her heart's content. It took some work as I wormed my way in, centimeters at a time, before plopping into her poop chute. Victory. Both husband and wife groaned at the same time, although I think Lisa was getting the worst of things. Not wanting to lose the momentum, and in hopes of not hurting her too much, I quickly slithered in and out of her tight ass. It was amazing. I'd never fucked an ass before, and now I had Lisa getting in up the ass just a few feet from the eyes of her husband. I thought of all kinds of things to extend the session, but it felt so damn good I couldn't help myself. Rocking in and out of her asshole brought sensations I'd never felt before. I had a fleeting thought of making her husband suck my dick clean after, but that thought only sent me higher. Holding the sides of the girl's hips I rocked in and out of her ass, listening to her grunts and groans. I swear the man even groaned at her pain, but maybe he was thinking of losing his poker game. Whatever. It was time. The cum started boiling deep in my balls, churning then spouting up, and out my cock and filling her ass. Damn, the sensations of cumming in her ass was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I was actually shaking after shooting up her ass. Holding myself in place, her asshole milked every drop out. Soon I slipped out and I cleaned my cock with her panties before moving around in front of her. "Kiss my cock, you whore," was my demand. My body shielded her face from her husband's eyes and I made sure she didn't actually touch the stinky cock that had been in her butt. Lisa mouthed a thank you to me, and I smiled at her. Then I walked over to her husband and forced him to actually kiss the cock that had been in his wife's ass. This time I didn't pull the trick, and his lips kissed my dick. Ah, it's great to be the king! Lisa dressed as I peeled off five Franklins. She unhooked his arms and he unhooked his legs. I gave him the money and thanked them for their time. To be safe I packed and headed to the airport early. I didn't want to have any trouble with Horace later in the day. The next morning I was going through my shaving kit and found a note from Lisa. It thanked me in advance for my kindness and left her email address. Wife Loses Pride at Casino Their discussion got a little heated and I knew he was asking for money. Moving a little closer, on the other side of the machines for cover, I heard him say he had one more big game that he wanted to play in and he needed just $400 to buy in. Unfortunately, he only had about $50 bucks. I knew she couldn't help him because their credit cards were maxed out and she had less than $100 in her possession including the "gift" I had given her in the parking lot. "Come on, woman, don't be a bitch and just give me what you got," said the man. Lisa was strong, showed him her pocketbook and the $20 that was in it. Apparently she had tucked the rest of her cash in a more secluded spot on her person. The guy was obnoxious, a jackass, and took the $20 from her in a Vegas second. Soon he was feeding it to the machine, hoping for a big score. He quickly lost the money. "Shit, that sucks. I gotta piss." With that he staggered toward the restrooms. Hearing the girl sobbing, I walked around and held her shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. Get in your car and take him home. Get out while you can. Here's another $20 for gas," was all I said. She gazed up at me, "thank you." She tucked the bill in her front clasp bra. Good place, don't think he's going to look there. Walking away I couldn't help but circling back toward the restroom where her husband was washing his face. "Tough day?" I asked. He growled yes back at me. "Me too. They are beating me good today." Lisa's husband nodded. "I'm close to winning, I can just feel it," slurred the man. "Bitch wife won't give me money to play the game." "Maybe she just doesn't have it," I said. "In these situations, I just go home and save the big win for next trip." The guy ignored my advice and said he had to get in the game that afternoon. He was going to win no doubt. He just needed some cash. I tried to change that thinking, but it wasn't to be. "She's just gonna have to get on her back and work that thing of her's for my stake. Hell, she's good at that. Get me in the game and tonight I'll make it up to her." Uh oh. That's not a good sign. I'm pretty sure that Lisa might not jump on the idea. But who knows? She blew me in a car an hour ago. Who knows? The husband walked out of the restroom on a mission. He was going to play in that game. I thought that Lisa might be forced into submission, and who knows, how would it look in the local paper if she got picked up for solicitation? That wouldn't play at the PTA. I returned to my casino observatory and watched as the man spoke to his wife. I don't think he was speaking about their kids' college fund. More likely, I think he was speaking about his wife's ass and how she should use it to get him his stake. Needless to say she smacked his face and gingerly walked away. He started up after her, mumbled bitch or something, and sat back down. I circled around and bumped into her by the ladies room. "Oh Rob, this is awful," she said while hugging me close. Acting dumb, I held her then led her away from the lights and glitter and outside to a bench. "What's wrong, Lisa, are you okay?" knowing all the while she wasn't. "The bastard, he wants me to fuck some guys for money. He told me to use my money pit as a moneymaker and get him his stake into the game. He said, basically hump or hike my way home." What an asshole.