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Marissa Ch. 01

By: Kippy189



Marissa, Pt 2 is a follow-up to "There goes the neighborhood" a very long story about Brad and Marissa being seduced by Tony, a mobster who moved in next door. In that story Marissa succumbed to drugs given to her by Tony and became his very willing mistress. Her husband, Brad took whatever steps were needed to get his wife away from the mobster. This sequel is much shorter than "neighborhood" since I took a lot of flack for the length. I do appreciate constructive criticism, but if you don't like the story don't bother sending me special messages because I just delete them. I get enough positive feedback to encourage me to continue submitting stories (and to those, thanks). 

In Part 2 Marissa cheats on her husband again, so if that bothers you don't read any further.

Home Again

Marissa has been home two months. The doctors at the clinic in Seattle told her that she has an addictive personality and that she should continue therapy. At Brad's insistence she signed up for group therapy at a San Diego area hospital. She went several times, but all of the others there have drug problems far worse than hers. She hasn't told her husband how she feels about therapy. He's pretty convinced she needs help. She's still convinced that she doesn't really have a drug problem.

She loved being high, but she was sure the problem hadn't been because of drugs but because of her infatuation with their new neighbor, Tony. That was why she had let her business go and she'd let her clients down. Now she was several weeks behind and unfortunately she did lose a big job that was supposed to start in a couple of weeks.

Tony's house is still empty. She cried when she heard that he had been killed in a car accident in Nevada. Reflecting back, she was pretty sure that she never loved him. Sure the sex was great, but then she was usually high so maybe so maybe it was the drugs. Well that and the way that he filled her up. Don't ever tell her husband that she said that. She still misses having sex with Tony. And don't ever tell Brad she said that!

Well, enough about the past.

New Customer

Tuesday afternoon she finished catching up with the Western Alliance Bank web site. She'd been working like crazy and was sort of looking forward to the break. It was only mid-day and Brad wasn't due home for several hours so she decided to go out to the pool for a swim and some sun.

Their house is fairly secluded and she didn't usually bother wearing a swim suit. Even though you can see the pool from the hillside above, you'd need binoculars to see anything.

She was just climbing out of the pool to lie down on the lounger when she heard the phone ringing in the house. The travertine was cool on her bare feet as she made my way to the phone. "Marissa Henderson," she said in my work mode greeting.

"Hello Mrs. Henderson, my name is Alexandria Dodge. My partner and I have seen some of your work and we were wondering if you would be available to build some web sites for us?"

"Of course, how can I help you?"

"We own several night clubs and we're thinking about having separate sites for each of them. We'd like you to come to Las Vegas this week so that we can discuss what we need. We'll cover all of your expenses of course."

Tuesday in Vegas

Brad wasn't too happy that she was going to Vegas without him, but he was too busy at work. He grilled her at length about Alexandria Dodge and seemed relieved that there was no one called Rocky involved.

She got there in the middle of the afternoon and checked into the casino hotel where they had a suite waiting for her.

Alexandria showed up around four. She looked several years older than Marissa, but was still very attractive. The first thing that Marissa noticed was her gorgeous auburn hair and green eyes. She was wearing a translucent blue blouse with a flowery bra underneath, a black miniskirt showed off her long, unadorned legs. Marissa felt overdressed in her business suit and stockings.

They spent a couple of hours talking about their expectations for the sites in her hotel suite. About six o'clock Alexandria said, "What do you say that we break for dinner?"

"Sounds great."

"Good. Is it ok if we just order room service so we can talk some more? I'd like to get to know you more."

"Sure, that would be fine."

"What's your favorite food?"

"Most anything Ms. Dodge. What would you like?"

"Mrs. Henderson, please call me Alex. How about Japanese?"

"Sounds good too and it's Marissa," she said as she took off her suit jacket and hung it on a chair.

Alex picked up the phone and placed an order for things that Marissa had never tried and some things that she had never heard of. After Alex hung up she asked Marissa about her husband and living in San Diego. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Their food had arrived. They sat down next to each other on the couch and picked up chop sticks. Marissa recognized most things. The tempura was her favorite.

"Here, try this," said Alex.

"What is it?"

"Salmon." Alex picked up the fish with her chop sticks and lifted it to Marissa's mouth.

"Ummm, that is good."

"Here have some more Saki."

"How much have I had?"

"Who's keeping track?" Alex laughed as she refilled their cups.

Alex kept feeding her pieces of this and that. For some reason Marissa found it quite erotic the way the other woman held the various offerings with chopsticks and fed them to her.

The meal finished, Marissa and Alex put everything back on the food cart then Marissa sat back on the couch.

Marissa, feeling the Saki, kicked off her high heels and put her feet up on the coffee table. "That was really good."

Alex sat next to her and opened up a small plastic bag with familiar white powder inside. She took a pinch and placed it on the back of her hand and sniffed it into one side of her nose.

"Would you like a little?" Alex asked.

Marissa looked at her in alarm. "No, I... I can't it, uh, I'm not supposed to."

"Oh, okay. Do you mind if I do a little?"

Being polite, Marissa said, "No of course not."

She watched enviously as Alex put another small amount of the white powder on the back of her hand and sniffed it into her other nostril.

"Mmmm, that feels good," said Alex. "Are you sure you don't want some?"

"Well maybe a little."

Alex poured a little on the back of her hand and put it under Marissa's nose. Marissa sniffed it in.

Alex looked at Marissa's feet. "You have very pretty feet," she said. "I, on the other hand have big feet." She pulled her high heels off and put her bare feet on the coffee table. Marissa wasn't sure what to say. Alex picked up Marissa's feet, swung them over to her lap and began massaging them. "I've always been jealous of you petite woman with sexy little feet."

Marissa blurted out the first thing that came to her mind. "Ah, but I've always been jealous of women like you with big breasts." Then she giggled, "Excuse me I'm a little high."

Alex put her hands under her breasts and lifted them. "I've always been a little proud of these myself." Then she smiled at Marissa and unbuttoned her blouse. Marissa gave her a strange little smile as Alex undid the front hook on her bra and bared her breasts. "What do you think?" she asked.

"They're gorgeous," answered Marissa, meaning it. "I just have these little tits," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it apart. She had a white lace bra on, but the size and shape of her small breasts were obvious.

Alex picked up Marissa's left foot and rubbed the stocking covered toes against her own nipple. "Oh, that sends chills right to my pussy," she purred. "Have you ever been with another woman?" asked Alex.

Marissa laughed. "Yes," she said hesitantly. "But I'm married."

"Well if your husband were here would he join us?"

"Ummm... probably," she admitted.

"Well, I have a rule about that."

"What's that?"

"It's not cheating if it's with another woman," Alex said as she lifted her cashmere sweater over her head. She unhooked and pull off her bra. Her ample breasts were highlighted by large nipples surrounded by brown areolas. She leaned over again and kissed Marissa while lifting her bra up off of her breasts.

Marissa closed her eyes and enjoyed the kiss. As Alex kissed her while massaging her breasts, Marissa felt a tingle in her groin. Alex stopped their kiss and leaned forward, sucking one of Marissa's nipples into her mouth causing a moan to escape from Marissa's lips.

Alex's tongue rolled against Marissa's nipple. Marissa felt a surge of electricity emanate from her breast and end in her vagina. Again Marissa moaned. Her right hand found Alex's breast and she could feel the other woman's nipple harden against her palm.

Alex got up, then knelt down besides Marissa on the couch and pulled off her blouse. The she reached around Marissa's back, unhooked her bra and pulled it off. She purposely moved her right breast in front of Marissa's face. Marissa obediently leaned forward and took the nipple in her mouth.

Alex smiled with satisfaction as Marissa sucked on a nipple. Then she slowly moved away causing a slight pop as her nipple broke free from Marissa's lips. Standing she stepped out of her sandals, pulled down her skirt and underwear. Her clean shaven pubis displayed slightly protruding mons. She reached down and pulled Marissa up to a standing position; then she knelt and pulled Marissa's skirt, pantyhose and panties down.

She laughed appreciatingly. "Oh a natural blond."

Marissa laughed. "No I dyed it blond," she admitted.

"It looks very fetching on you."

"Thank you. Tony, I mean Brad, my husband, really likes it. Uh which reminds me, I'd better call him soon."

"Which one, Tony or Brad?"

"I only have one husband, it's Brad. Tony was just a boyfriend," she looked down and added, "from a long time ago."

"Hmmm," smiled Alex conspiratorially. She gently pushed Marissa back onto the couch and knelt between her legs. She bent forward and lifted Marissa's legs up over her own shoulders and buried her face in the other woman's soft down.

Marissa's body jumped when Alex found her clitoris. She placed her hands on the top of Alex's head and ran her fingers though the long auburn hair while Alex licked her pussy. "Oh yes," she moaned. Alex had a nice long tongue. Her hips jerked upward as the other woman hit her pleasure center. "Oh god, oh yes..."

Alex sucked Marissa's clitoris between her lips.

"Oh yessss!" Marissa entwined her fingers in the auburn hair as she came. "Oh, oooohh," she panted. Finally Marissa could take the sensations and breathed, "No more, no more."

Alex lifted her face. It was all wet from Marissa's juices. She smiled and then stood. Leaning over she kissed Marissa on the lips.

Marissa leaned forward and kissed the other woman's smooth mounds before sliding her tongue between the slightly protruding pussy lips. Alex put her hands on the back of Marissa's head and pulled her forward. "Lower," she directed. "Oh yes, there. Ohh yes." Marissa found Alexandria's clitoris and sucked it between her lips. "Oh Jesus."

It took five minutes, but Alex had a long slow orgasm.

Alex said, "I think that this is the start of a long and satisfying partnership."

"I certainly hope so," answered Marissa. She looked at her watch. "Do you mind if I call my husband?"

"No of course not."

Marissa got up to retrieve her cell phone. Neither woman bothered to cover up their nudity. Marissa turned away from Alex while staring out the picture window at the lights on the strip. "Hello honey."

"Hi dear. How's it going?"

"It's going great." Marissa turned toward Alex and said, "Alex is great to work with."

"Alex? I thought that you were meeting with a woman."

"I am. It's short for Alexandria."

"Oh, I see. Are you having fun?"

Marissa couldn't help but smile. She turned toward Alex who was getting something from her purse. "Oh yes, it's always exciting to dive into a new project." Alex looked up and gave her a thumbs up.

"How soon will you be home? I miss you," asked Brad.

"I miss you too. I think that it will be a couple more days and then I can come home and begin coding."

Marissa turned back to the window While Brad told her about his day.

Finally, Brad said, "I can't wait to see you. You have a good time and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"OK honey."

"Marissa, I love you."

"Love you too," she answered as she hung up.

Wednesday

Mid-morning, Alex left Marissa to work on prototypes. She drove to one of the clubs to meet with her partner.

"So how did it go?" he asked.

"Wonderful. She's perfect; everything that was promised."

"Guess I'll have to give Gino a little finder's fee."

"You're not going to give him a hundred are you?"

"No, no. I think that he'll be happy with ten. That's more than Tony would have given him."

"What are you going to do this afternoon?"

"I'll go back over and look at the designs she's roughing up. She really a talented programmer you know."

"So I've heard. But as long as she can control her habit she'll make a lot of money for us."

"She's not hooked yet. She only took a little when I offered her a hit last night."

"Our Senator was pretty excited when I promised him that she wasn't a hooker. He has a thing for young blonds."

"She's not so young."

"No, but she's married."

"That's one thing that I don't understand. If she's a good fuck then what difference does it make if she's married?"

"Mars versus Venus Alex. It's a power trip knowing that you're fucking some guy's wife behind his back."

She shook her head. "Men! It's all about power." Then she added, "It won't hurt that she looks ten years younger than she is."

"I can't wait to meet her. She sure looks sweet in those videos that Gino gave us."

"Give me a couple of more days and you can do what you want with her."

He smiled in anticipation.

Wednesday Afternoon

Wednesday afternoon Alex was very professional; never mentioning what had happened the night before. Marissa was a little surprised. She expected a little more emotion out of Alex.

When they were finished going over some prototype web designs, Alex stated, "These look really good." She paused for a minute. "Marissa, would you do me a favor this evening?"

"Sure Alex. What can I do?"

"I have to entertain one of our U.S. Senators and I wondered if you would mind coming along? I know it a big thing to ask, but..."

"Well sure, I guess. But I don't have anything nice to wear."

"No problem. I'll have a dress delivered to your room. What are you, a size 2 petite?"

"Umm yes."

"You don't mind wearing pantyhose do you? We wouldn't want a panty line would we?"

Marissa just shrugged.

"Great! Why don't you make a reservation to have your hair and nails done downstairs? Have them add it to your bill and we'll take care of it. I'll pick you up outside the casino at seven." With that Alex, turned a left.

Marissa picked up her cell and called her husband. He thought that it was pretty cool that she was going to dinner with a U. S. Senator. She promised to call him and tell him all about it; if not later that evening, then tomorrow.

At five, Marissa was back from the salon and was beginning to worry that Alex had forgotten to have a dress delivered. She began flipping through her notebook for Alex's phone when there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole she saw a young man with packages in his arms. "Yes?" she asked without opening the door.

"Mrs. Henderson, I have some packages for you from a Ms. Dodge."

Marissa opened the door. "Thank you just put them on the couch." She walked over to her purse to get a tip. She pulled a five from her wallet and then decided that a twenty might be more appropriate, but when she tried to hand it to the delivery boy he held up his hand.

"No problem. It's been taken care of."

She thanked him and let him out.

There were three boxes and two small paper bags on the couch. Marissa opened the shoe box first. Inside was a gorgeous pair of red strapless high heels. The first package contained lipstick, a much brighter red than she usually wore, blush, mascara and a silver eye shadow. Really curious she opened the largest box. It contained a red dress. Lifting it out she almost blushed. It was draped very low in the front and the back. "Well so much for wearing a bra," she said to herself. A small box contained a red evening purse and she pulled a pair of sheer-to-the-waist black pantyhose out of the last paper bag.

Marissa shook her head in wonder. "Well she's thought of just about everything." Sitting down at the makeup table, she began removing her existing makeup.

In a half-an-hour she'd finished applying her new makeup. Looking in the mirror, she did have to admit that she looked really good. She undressed down to her panties and pulled the pantyhose out of the package. They were so soft and sheer that she knew that she would probably have a run by the end of the evening. Remembering what Alex had said about a panty line, she pulled off her panties and carefully pulled on the pantyhose. They had no seam in the crotch and hid nothing. The only seams went across her toes and she looked down and admired the little flowers that were painted on her big toenails during the pedicure.

Standing, she posed in front of the mirror and felt herself blush. "Better be careful crossing my legs," she murmured. She picked up the dress and noticed the tag. It had cost over a thousand dollars. She removed the tag and slid into the dress. It was so short that it just covered her ass and the front was open all the way down to her navel. Again she posed in front of the mirror. Turning around she saw that the back dropped nearly to the top of her pantyhose. She sighed. She did look hot. She did worry a little about the message that she was sending, but this was Las Vegas. Too bad she didn't have any flashy jewelry to wear.

Opening the purse she was about to put her makeup inside when she noticed that it contained an envelope address to Senator Dodson, marked Personal. She held it up to the light, but couldn't see through it. It seemed surprisingly heavy. Perplexed she thought that perhaps Alex had put it there to make sure that the Senator would get it. She put it back in the purse along with her new makeup. She would ask Alex when she picked her up. At ten to seven she put on the high heels. "If only Brad could see me now," she thought to herself.

Emerging from the elevator, Marissa noticed that every male and female in sight turned and watched her walk by. She felt like a movie star.

Outside the door, she found Alex waiting for her. "Wow! You dress up nicely," exclaimed Alex.

"You look beautiful too," answered Marissa. And she did. Although she wore a much more conservative, blue evening dress, it showed off her cleavage and long legs very nicely.

Alex directed her over to a limousine. "The Senator's meeting us at the restaurant." Once inside Alex picked up a box and handed it to Marissa. "Here, these are on loan for tonight."

Inside Marissa found a beautiful diamond necklace set in white gold with matching earrings that held several small diamonds in a string. There was also a diamond tennis bracelet and an ankle bracelet. "Wow!" she exclaimed, overwhelmed. She completely forgot to ask about the envelope in her purse as she put on the jewelry.

"Marissa, I can't thank you enough for coming. The Senator is very important to us and we want to impress him."

"I feel like I'm going to an opening in Hollywood. This should be fun," she said enthusiastically.

"It will be I'm sure. The Senator can be quite charming."

They arrived at the restaurant and again Marissa felt all of the eyes turning to look at the two women as they were escorted to a private room in the back.


Marissa Ch. 01



"I'd like you to meet our most important Senator, Marissa this is Senator Dodson."

"Charmed Marissa," said the fiftyish Senator as he took her hand. He was tall, handsome looking and with a bit of grey in his hair to make him look distinguished.

Once they were seated and their drink orders taken; the Senator was having bourbon on the rocks and both Alex and Marissa chose wine, the Senator said, "So Alexandria tells me that you're a programmer."

"Yes, it's true."

"Well you certainly don't look like a programmer," he beamed.

Marissa smiled. "What's a programmer supposed to look like?"

"Oh you know, wire rim glasses, pocket protector, that sort of thing." Everyone laughed.

Waiting for their meal to arrive, they talked about Nevada politics and the Senator commented on how difficult it was to raise funds all the time. "It's a wonder that we have any time to get anything done."

Alex casually turned to her and asked, "Marissa, do you have that envelope for the Senator?"

"Oh, uh yes." She opened her purse and handed it to the Senator.

"We certainly appreciate everything you do for the state," Alex said.

Marissa was a little taken aback at her role in this exchange, but the Senator slid the envelope in his suit coat pocket without opening or making any comment on it.

Half way through dinner Alex's cell phone rang in her purse. She took it out and looked at the caller id. "Excuse me I have to take this." She got up from the table and moved across the room, nodding her head as she listened. Disconnecting, she returned to the table. "Senator, Marissa I'm so sorry but I have a crisis at one of the clubs that I have to resolve. Marissa, would you mind entertaining the Senator for me?"

"Uh sure. Of course not. It will be my pleasure." She smiled at the Senator.

"I'll send the limo back to pick you up. Again, my apologies Senator."

"Oh no problem. I'm sure that Marissa can keep me entertained." He smiled, showing big white teeth and a twinkle in his eyes.

After Alex hurried from the room, Dodson asked, "Is that a wedding ring on your finger?"

"Yes, my husband and I live near San Diego. I just came over for the week to work on some web sites for Alex."

Well you'd better not tell your husband that you went out on a date.

She laughs, "I don't really think that this qualifies as a date, do you?"

"Hmmm, no I guess not. Still I enjoy your company."

"Thank you. I'm enjoying yours too. But what about your wife Senator? Won't she be jealous?"

"No, my wife and I are separated. We'd be divorced except for the politics."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that," said Marissa a bit distressed. She casually put her hand on his in a consoling gesture. He looked down and she withdrew it. "Sorry," she said contritely. He just smiled at her.

For the rest of the meal they chatted happily. The Senator kept her laughing with stories about Washington D. C. The waitress kept their wine glasses full. The both declined dessert. As they stood to leave, Marissa could feel the effects of all the wine. She noticed that no bill had been presented. Alex must have taken care of it.

Inside of the limo she asked, "Where can we drop you off Senator?"

"Oh no, let me drop you off first. I insist."

During the short drive, Marissa noticed that the Senator never took his eyes off of her. He was either looking at her legs or trying to look down her dress.

At the hotel, the Senator leaned into the limo after they'd exited and said something to the driver. Turning to her, he took her arm and said, "Let me escort you inside."

Marissa acquiesced and they were quiet until they reached the elevator. A few people seemed to recognize the Senator, but no one said anything to them as they passed by. He seemed oblivious to their looks. Marissa suspected that he too felt the effects of all the alcohol they'd drunk at dinner.

When the elevator door opened, she turned to say goodbye, but he was already entering. There was nothing she could do but follow him inside. Marissa asked, "Well Senator do you have a heavy day tomorrow?"

"No, no. Just doing some meet and greets."

Getting off on her floor they walked to the door to her suite. "Well I would like to thank you for a lovely evening," she said.

He got a look of consternation of his face, but took the key card from her hand and said, "Here let me." He opened the door and held it open for her. Merissa felt she had no choice but to walk in ahead of him, letting him follow her into the room.

"Well this is nice," he said. "And look at this." He pointed to a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne chilling in it. The Senator barged over to the couch and opened the bottle with a pop and filled the two champagne flutes sitting next to the bucket.

Marissa suddenly wondered if she was being set up. "Senator, I'm sorry but I have a long day tomorrow."

Momentarily the smile dropped off of his face and then returned. "All right, I understand. Let's drink one glass and then I'll leave. Come on, sit down beside me." He patted the couch.

"All right one glass," she agreed, sitting down next to him. As she sat the dress parted and his eyes went right to her chest. She quickly pulled it back into place and hoped that he hadn't seen her breast, but judging by the look on his face it was wishful thinking on her part.

"To your career," he toasted. They clinked glasses.

"Thank you."

"That dress is gorgeous," he stated as his eyes moved back to her chest. Marissa shifted uncomfortably, trying to limit his view.

Dodson didn't mind her attempt at modesty. The way the dress draped he was able to see most of her left breast anyway.

"So let me tell you another story." He proceeded to tell her a story about the current Vice President that was so funny it brought tears to her eyes. Halfway through the story he put his hand on her knee. She was laughing so hard she let him keep it there for a minute.

When he finished the story she pulled her knee away, but he only let his hand slide part way up her inner thigh.

"Excuse me," she said lifting his hand off of her thigh. "That story just about made me pee my pants. I'll be right back."

"I'll be right here," said Dodson, savoring how it felt to have his hand on her silk covered thigh.

Marissa got up and went into the bedroom. Dodson heard the bathroom door close. He got up and took off his jacket and tie, then pulling the envelope out of his suit pocket he tore it open down the side and hit the open part against his palm. A small, packet slid out. He pulled it open and poured white powder onto the shiny surface of the coffee table. Then he emptied some into Marissa's champagne flute, topped it off with champagne and watched the powder dissolve. He refilled his flute just as he heard the toilet flush.

When Marissa returned she first noticed that he'd refilled her glass. "We agreed on one glass Senator."

"I know, I just gave you a little more. Come on I have another story to tell you."

When she sat down, Marissa noticed the white powder piled on the coffee table.

"Cheers," Dodson said, holding up his glass.

Not taking her eyes off of the powder, Marissa picked up her glass and drained it. She needed to get rid of the Senator. "Okay it's time for you to go," she said firmly.

"Hey, I haven't finished mine yet. Let me tell you one more story. I won't give you any more champagne I promise."

"Okay, but what's this," she asked pointing to the powder on the table.

"Your friend Alexandria gave it to me." He showed her the empty bag. "How do you take this stuff?"

Marissa looked at the powder longingly. Drinking the glass of champagne down hadn't been a good idea. She could feel her willpower crumbling. "Okay, just this once," she said almost to herself. "Do you have a bill? You know like a twenty?" she asked.

Dodson pulled the larger envelope from his suit pocket and ripped it open all the way. Extracting a hundred from the pile he handed it to her. "How about this?"

Marissa rolled up the bill, offered it to him and said, "Just lean over and inhale some of it into your nose."

"No, you first."

Looking forward to the high, she leaned over and holding her left nostril closed with her other hand, sniffed some of the powder into her right nostril.

Dodson took advantage of her leaning over by putting his hand on her bare back. As she shifted the bill and inhaled through her left side, he let his hand slip down her back until it slid under her dress and came in contact with the top of her pantyhose.

She felt his hand on her lower back about the same time the first little wave of euphoria hit. She closed her eyes and inhaled, feeling her body relax. She felt his hand slide under the hose and one finger slid into the crack of her ass. She sat back up and he had no choice but to pull his hand free.

She handed him the rolled up bill. "Don't do a lot, just a little," she said.

Dodson leaned over and stiffed a tiny amount of powder into his nose.

"No close your other side with your finger," she instructed.

He was much more successful the next time. But then he coughed, blowing the remaining powder all over the table. Marissa would have been dismayed, but she was beginning to feel real mellow. She laughed then leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes as the feeling of euphoria spread through her body bringing back old memories about Tony.

After a few moments, Marissa wasn't sure how many; she felt a warm kiss on her lips. Her lips parted as a tongue slid into her mouth and a hand enveloped her left breast. She felt her nipple harden as it was squeezed between two fingers. The lips left hers and she felt the top of each side of her dress slid down her arms. "Tony?" she murmured.

Marissa looked down with blurry eyes at the top of a graying head as he sucked a nipple into his mouth and she felt herself getting wet. His body moved away and finally opening her eyes she watched him pulled down his pants, his penis sticking up like a tent pole.

She was surprised to see that her breasts were bare. She hadn't been aware that he'd pulled her dress pulled down to her waist. Feeling mellow from the coke, she didn't resist as he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and then kneeling at her feet, slid her high heels off. She watched him lift her black stocking covered foot and rub her toes on his lips. She giggled when he slid several of her toes in his mouth.

While continuing to kiss her right foot, he lifted the left and pressed it against his erection. "God you're magnificent," he said quietly as he rubbed his penis against her foot. He brought her right foot down and sandwiched his cock between them. Wanting to please, Marissa stroked his cock between her feet. He closed his eyes and moaned.

Then he surprised her by saying, "Stop, stop." He pulled her feet away.

"What's wrong," she asked alarmed.

"Nothing, it feels so good that I was going to cum and I want to cum inside you."

Until now, Marissa's mind was foggy and she seemed to think that it was her old lover, Tony, kneeling at her feet. But, upon hearing him speak she realized it wasn't Tony. "Senator?" she asked.

"Shhh," he said as he moved between her legs. He grabbed the crotch of her pantyhose in his hands and tore it apart.

She looked at his face and saw him staring intently at her crotch, and then she felt his fingers slip into her pussy.

"Mmmm, hot and wet," he said.

"I don't think that this is a good idea," she murmured. She gasped involuntarily when his fingers found her clitoris. She closed her eyes and then felt his weight on her chest as he crawled on top of her. His mouth covered hers and she felt his whiskers on her face. Then he slid inside her. Marissa almost felt like she was outside of her body as his cock slid in and out of her. Within minutes his grunts increased and his breathing became more labored. In spite of herself she felt an orgasm building in her groin.

"Oh, Oh," she groaned as she came. When her orgasm was finished she felt a tear roll down her face and lodge in her ear.

Then the Senator groaned, "Aghhh, oh yes, OH yes," as he came inside of her. She felt his weight increase on her chest as he breathed heavily in her ear, his hair matted with sweat.

Finally, he rolled off of her and groaned, "Oh god that was good," as he lay beside her. She rolled over on her side and felt new tears falling onto the pillow. He turned toward her and cupped her right breast with his hand. Soon she heard him snoring. She closed her eyes and just let the warmth from the high wash over her.

**********

Just after midnight, Alex's partner answered his cell phone. Seeing the caller id he asked, "Well how's it going?"

"Perfect," she replied. "The bug in her purse and the ones in the hotel room are working perfectly. The Senator followed your instructions to the letter and he just got his reward."

Her partner chuckled. "Got his rocks off did he?"

"Yep."

"How was our princess?"

"After she got high she was like butter in his hands. One thing I don't understand is why are you having him pay her? We could have just gotten him a prostitute."

"He wasn't interested in a prostitute. But when I told him all about our little princess; well, that got his interest."

"What did you tell him?"

"It was easy. I told him the truth." He laughed. "Senator, I said, she's beautiful and her husband isn't in town. She an innocent and won't know that we're setting her up. All you have to do is get her high and then seduce her."

"And just like all men, he ate it up," said Alex a little bitterly.

Her partner didn't seem to hear her comment. "And now that we have the tapes our investment has more than paid for itself. Mr. Monassario will be very happy to have a Senator in his pocket."

"What's next?" she asked.

"I don't and you know I've been giving that a lot of thought. You know we planned on getting her hooked again. I've been thinking that she might be more valuable to us if we just use her from time to time. In this city she's like a virgin."

"Okay Terry, but you still haven't told me why you're having him pay her?"

"It'll break down her self esteem. It will be easier to get her to do what we need the next time."

"You're a devious bastard."

"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment."

"Shall I send her back to her husband then?"

"Yeah, until we need her again."

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Sometime later, she awoke, not even aware that she'd gone to sleep. She'd been awakened by the Senator. He was tearing a bigger hole in the pantyhose to uncover her ass. Then he snuggled up to her back and she felt his hard member pushing between her legs and between her still damp pussy lips. She looked at the clock beside the bed. It read two fifteen in the morning.

Thankfully she could still feel a little buzz from the coke. In spite of herself, Marissa groaned as electricity ignited inside from her vagina, traveling to her toes and he slid in and out of her.

Dodson kept up his pace, his breathing grew more ragged. Marissa came, but instead of a moan it was more of a sob that escaped her lips. Dodson mistook her mood and buried himself as deep as he could while he deposited another load of sperm deep in her womb. "Oh yes," he moaned.

Suddenly her mind was awash in the memory of when her uncle had climbed into her bed when she was fourteen and had taken her virginity. Her mother had slapped her when she tried to tell her. Her uncle, well he was a deacon of their church.

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Marissa woke with a start. The clock radio said nine forty-four in the morning. It was quiet in the room. She looked over her shoulder and saw the other side of the bed was empty. She still wore the red dress and torn stockings. The diamond necklace, ear rings and bracelet were on the night stand next to her, but she still wore the ankle bracelet. She climbed out of bed and took of the beautiful red dress and saw that it had cum stains on it. It was probably ruined. She took off the ankle bracelet and peeled off the ruined pantyhose.

She walked naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water was hot almost instantly so she climbed in and stood under the stream for a long time.

Wrapped in a thick white robe, she went into the living room and saw the hundred dollar bill still rolled up on the coffee table. But now, underneath it was a small stack of more hundreds. She picked the stack up and counted nine more. Now it was official, she thought. She'd been paid for having sex.

The debris from the plastic bag still coated the table top. Briefly she thought about scraping it up, but instead she went and got a wash cloth and wiped it up. Then she began to pack. Half way through there was a knock on the door. It was Alex.

"I don't want to talk to you," said Marissa, turning her back.

"What? Why?"

"Because you set me up to have sex with him."

"What? No I didn't."

"Yes you did. How about the champagne?"

"That was for us. I thought that we would dump the Senator, then come back to your room and celebrate."

This deflated Marissa's anger. "Why didn't you come over later?"

"I couldn't. There was a big fight at one of the clubs and the police where called. I was there for hours helping to clean up the mess."

"Why did you give him the coke?"

"That was for him. Did he offer it to you?"

"Well he left some of your money."

Alex looked at the bills. "No you keep it. You earned it."

"But I didn't want to earn it. It makes me a prostitute."

"No it doesn't. You didn't have sex for money."

"Tell that to my husband."

"Marissa, just keep it ok. Buy something nice for your husband."

"I'm afraid the dress is ruined," she said contritely.

"It doesn't matter. Listen why don't you drive back to San Diego to your husband?"

"What am I going to tell him?"

"You're not going to tell him anything. You know what they say, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

"The jewelry is on the nightstand. It was lovely, thank you for loaning it to me."

On the drive back to San Diego County, Marissa thought about what to do with the thousand dollars in her purse. It would be kind of hard to explain to her husband, a tax attorney, how she got that much cash. For now, she decided the best course was just to keep it in her purse. She was pretty sure he wouldn't mind that she'd had sex with another woman, but she obviously couldn't tell him about the cocaine or sleeping with the Senator. It was best to not tell him anything.



Marissa Ch. 02



This is the 2nd sequel to "There Goes the Neighborhood" and Marissa Pt. 1. In "Neighborhood" Marissa learned that she liked the combination of cocaine and sex. Unfortunately, she went overboard and her husband Brad got her into a rehab facility. In "Pt. 2", Marissa met with a potential client in Vegas to build several web sites. Unknown to her, her new client has ties to the mobsters from "Neighborhood" and they trick her into getting high again and having sex with a U.S. Senator the mob wants to get their claws into. The client professed innocence and Marissa believed her. This story starts just after she gets home from Vegas. BTW if you didn't like Pt. 1 you won't like Pt 2 either.

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** Near San Diego **

When Marissa got home it was still early afternoon. It was only about a four hour drive from Vegas. Brad was still at work and wouldn't be home until six-thirty or seven. She started cleaning house while she thought about what had transpired in Vegas. It hadn't been her fault that she slept with the Senator. It was the cocaine. She should have never taken any when he'd offered it. Every time she took it it made her horny. She decided that it would be okay to take a little with Alexandria, but not when she was around other men. Of course she couldn't tell Brad about any of this.

Brad called at six. Said he'd be home by seven-thirty.

"I'm glad that you're home," he said, walking into the kitchen from the garage.

"It's good to be home," she said giving him a quick kiss before turning back to preparing dinner.

"Something smells good." He walked over and dipped his finger in the sauce.

"Be careful you're going to burn yourself," she warned unnecessarily.

Brad quickly licked his finger and waved it in the air. "Oh, hot."

"Warned you."

"Not in time." He turned to look at her while he blew on his finger. "So tell me about your trip. What's your new customer like?"

"Well there's not much new to tell. They have five clubs in and around Las Vegas and they want me to create a special web site for each one." She paused. "Mmmm, let's see Alex, Alexandria, is very nice and good to work with."

"Is she pretty?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"I don't know. Just curious."

"Yes she's pretty. I'd guess that she's about five years older than we are."

"Who's her partner in all of this?"

"Actually, she hasn't introduced us yet. I haven't met anyone besides Alex."

"Hmmm, that seems odd," he said. Marissa shrugged.

"So did you do anything fun?"

"I was only there for two nights." Marissa felt her heart beating faster, hoping that her husband wouldn't ask too many questions. She was afraid that he would somehow see through her deceptions.

"I know, but you did get to go to dinner with a Senator."

"Oh yeah, Senator Dodson."

"Dodson? That must have been interesting. He's the darling of the conservatives in his party."

"Oh really. We didn't talk about politics. He just kept telling us stories about life in D.C." Hoping to dissuade him from asking more, she told him the story about the current Vice President. 

Brad couldn't help but laugh. Wiping a tear from his eye he added, "So then you just went back to your room?" He wanted to add 'alone' to his questions, but he was afraid that it would piss off his wife.

"Yep, just went back to my room and went to bed," she answered coolly.

"Are you going to be able to do everything from home or will you have to go back some more?"

"The current plan is for me to finish the site for each club one at a time and she'd like me to come back and experience each club one at a time, then do the web site."

"That sounds like fun. Am I invited?"

Marissa could see no harm in her husband going and immediately said, "Sure, although Alex can only work with me during the week. Weekends are too busy for her."

"Maybe you and I can go to them on the weekend and then you stay over to work with Alex."

"I'm sure that would be fine. It would be fun having you there with me part of the time."

Brad was still blowing on the tip of his finger. "Here let me kiss that and make it better," she offered. She lifted up his hand and gently kissed the tip of his finger. "There is that better?" she asked quietly, gazing intently into his eyes.

He nuzzled her neck. "I really missed you."

"Let me finish making dinner," she laughed, turning around to stir the sauce.

Brad moved up against her back and put his arms under hers to grasp her breasts while he kissed her neck.

"Hey," she joked, "what's that in your pocket?"

He kissed her neck and replied, "Would you like me to show it to you?"

She turned around in his arms and put hers over his shoulders. "I can think of better things to do with it." Rubbing his crotch, she kissed him passionately.

Brad pressed his groin against her hand. "Mmmm," he moaned against her lips. Marissa knelt at his feet, unzipped his pants and freed he hard boner. A wave of contentment washed over him as he watched her take him into her mouth. "Oh god that feels good." Marissa's head bobbed up and down as he placed his hands on each side of her head and closed his eyes.

Within minutes he exploded a week's worth of pent up desire into her mouth. Slowly his other senses returned to him. "What's that smell?" he asked.

"Oh shit." Marissa stood, leaving him hanging out, and took the pot off the stove. "Shit, shit," she complained.

Brad turned her back around, facing him. She stood woodenly and was crying. "It's ok. I'll help you clean it up and we can make more." He leaned forward and kissed her tears away, then kissed her lips. He recognized the taste of his cum on her lips and licked it away. "I love you sweetheart."

"I love you too. More than you'll ever know," she replied. 

A fresh tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it away and hugged her.

She hugged him back and buried her head against his shoulder, feeling guilty for cheating on him, but knowing that she could never tell him.

Monday - Two Weeks Later

Early Monday morning the phone rang. "Marissa its Alex; I know this is short notice, but I was wondering if you could drive back over today to start on the first club's web site."

"Sure I can," said Marissa, smiling. "Brad won't be too happy. He'd kind of hoped that he and I could come over on a weekend first."

"I know and I tried to arrange my schedule, but the weekends are just too busy for me."

"Well you wouldn't have to be there if I just knew when you were available during the week."

"Okay, I'm sorry. We'll try to do that next time. And, you know, I'm looking forward to having some time alone with you. I enjoyed your last trip here."

"I did too Alex. Well most of it."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry about the Senator." Alexandria sounded genuinely contrite.

"Let's forget about that. Water under the bridge," said Marissa, forgiving her completely. "I have an, um, meeting at ten, but I should be able to be there by two or three."

"Great; I was hoping that you and I could have dinner in your room again."

Marissa smiled remembering how good the sex had been with Alex the last time she'd been there. "I'd like that," she answered. "What kind of clothes should I bring?"

Alexandria laughed. "How about some sexy lingerie for tonight?" Marissa grinned. Alex continued, "Just to let you know I sent your dress to the cleaners and they got the stain out."

"Oh that's good. I was afraid that I'd ruined it."

"It wasn't your fault. If anything we should make the Senator pay for it since it was his cum on your dress."

Marissa was glad that her husband couldn't hear this conversation.

Alex continued, "Anyway, how about I pick up some takeout when I get off and I'll be at your hotel about six."

"Sounds great Alex. See you soon." After disconnecting, Marissa dialed her husband at his office. "Alexandra just called, she's wants me to come back today."

Annoyed, Brad said, "Today? Did you tell her that I wanted to come with you and that I can't do that during the week?"

"Yes and she apologized. She said it's the first time she's been free to give me some time."

"Well crap. When do you think that you'll be back?"

"I'm sure by Friday."

"Are you going to go to your group counseling session first?" He asked somewhat accusingly.

"Of course," she responded, sounding miffed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound that way. It's just important to me that your drug rehab is successful." There was no sound from the other end. "Marissa?"

"I'm sorry Brad; I'm just a little sensitive about that issue."

"I know, I'm sorry. I... I trust you." He paused for a second. "Marissa I love you."

"I love you too Brad." And she meant it.

** Vegas **

The route to Vegas was its usual, boring drive and Marissa arrived around three. She had plenty of time to unpack and even spent some time finishing the rough design for the web site. Close to five o'clock she decided to take a shower and get ready for Alexandria. She undressed and went into the bathroom. The entire bathroom was tiled and was almost as big as their bedroom back home. But the shower was really impressive. It had two shower heads and by itself was big enough to accommodate four adults. 

Marissa showered and shaved under her arms and her legs. After drying herself off with one of the big fluffy white towels, she put on fresh makeup. Then she put on the lingerie she'd just purchased from Victoria's Secret, eager to look sexy for Alexandria.

By six-thirty Marissa was starting to get restless. But five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Wrapped in the soft white hotel robe, she looked through the peep hole to make sure that it was Alexandria before opening the door.

Alexandria walked in carrying several bags from a Thai restaurant. She leaned over and kissed Marissa on the lips. "I've missed you," she said.

"Me too." Marissa gave her a dimpled smile and opened the robe to show off her lingerie. She was wearing a white corset with red trim and garter straps holding up white stockings.

"Wow you look fantastic." Marissa beamed at the compliment from the slightly older woman.

Alex walked over beside the coffee table and set down her packages before slipping off her high heeled sandals. Then she turned toward Marissa and began unbuttoning her blouse. It only took a moment before she was down to a flowery blue bra and matching bikini panties. "Shall we eat?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer she began unloading the bags of food.

Marissa found the Thai food a little too spicy for her taste, but she ate as much as she could. 

After they'd finished Alex opened her purse and pulled out a small plastic bag of coke. "I know that you don't want to get high, but how about just a little to get mellow?" she asked.

Marissa looked at the powder and said, "Okay, just a little."

Alexandria pulled how a hundred dollar bill from her wallet, rolled it up and handed it to Marissa. After each of them had taken a small hit, Alexandria stated, "You know I could use a shower. Will you join me?"

"Well I just took one earlier."

Alex smiled and shook her head. "You're so sweet. Now, let's try this again. I could use a shower. Will you join me?"

Marissa caught on and laughed. "I'd love to join you."

"Whew," said Alexandria. "I was afraid I was going to have to strip you and drag you in."

"Hmmm, that sounds like fun," answered Marissa, smiling mischievously.

"You get in the shower. I have to make a quick phone call and I'll join you in a minute,"

In the shower, Marissa only gave a moments thought that she was going to ruin her makeup as she felt the familiar warmth from the cocaine. She put her head under the hot water and closed her eyes as the water cascaded deliciously down her body. She did not open her eyes when she heard Alex enter the stall. She felt Alex's hands spread soap on her back and buttocks as the hot water fell onto the top of her head.

Marissa heard Alex either picking up or depositing the soap in the alcove and then her hands returned. Again rubbing Marissa's buttocks, Alex's hand slid down her crack and a finger played with her asshole, then moved between her legs and slid between her pussy lips. The other hand moved around and grasped her left breasts. Marissa gasped under the water as she felt the wonderful spread of electricity through her body as her nipple was pinched between Alex's fingers while the fingers of her lover's other hand soaped the opening to her vagina.

Marissa leaned against the wall and spread her legs apart so that Alex would have easier access to her, but was surprised when a hard rod slid into her pussy lips being held apart by the hand between her legs. Marissa tried to turn, but strong hands pressed against her back, keeping her leaning against the wall.

"Alex what..." she started to say as the warm water streamed from the shower head onto her back.

"Marissa I'd like you to meet my partner, Terrance Rockford," she heard Alex say. Marissa was meeting him alright as he drove his cock deep into her. "Oh!" she exclaimed involuntarily as his groin came in contact with her buttocks with a wet slap.

"Marissa I've been anxious to meet you," said the deep male voice as he began sliding his manhood in and out while keeping his hand firmly on her back.

Marissa, her arms stretched out in front of her holding her up while her legs were spread wide, felt the electricity spread from her groin as his cock fired the nerves in the walls of her vagina. She closed her eyes as his pole plunged in again and again, weakening any resistance she might have wanted to summon.

She sensed his free hand slip around her side and adjust the water temperature until it turned cold on her back. And then an orgasm hit her as goose bumps were raised by the cold water. It was so intense that she nearly collapsed against the shower wall. She felt her knees go weak and it took an effort to stay standing and not sink to the floor. "Oh Jesus," she groaned quietly. Her body shook involuntarily. Standing on tiptoes, she pushed her butt against his groin until the sensations stopped. He leaned forward and bit her neck. She shivered and moaned. If he'd been a vampire she would have let him suck her blood as long as he kept his hard cock buried inside of her.

It was obvious to Rockford that he had brought her to orgasm. He stopped pumping and pushed back against her ass until he felt her body shiver one last time, then relax. He leaned forward and bit her teasingly on the neck. Her moan only increased the satisfaction he gained from the planned seduction of another man's wife. As he resumed sliding his cock in and out of her pussy he thought ahead to the day he would meet her husband and shake his hand. The husband would say how glad he was to meet him, all the while having no knowledge that Rockford had fucked his wife behind his back. Rockford had no intention of this being the last time he fucked Marissa and each time he did it, it would increase his feeling of superiority over her husband.

Rockford might have been wrong about the Senator's motivation for seducing a married woman, but he knew that tonight's memory would get him hard every time the thought about it. And right now he felt as hard as a telephone pole as he rammed it into her sweet pussy.

It took Rockford about fifteen minutes of hard pounding before he felt the urge to cum and when he did it was very satisfying. It felt like it was the first orgasm he'd had in a month as his sperm exploded from his balls and shot through and out of his penis into her pussy. "AH FUCK!" he moaned loudly as he buried his cock as deep as he could while he emptied his load. And he knew that he owned just a little bit of this beautiful woman as his sperm swam toward her womb. Whether his little swimmers made a baby or not, he knew that she would never forget how it felt to have him inside of her. Completely satisfied for now, he let his cock slide out.

Marissa stood still, her hands against the wall, breathing hard. When he'd cum inside of her she'd had her third orgasm since he first entered her. It wasn't as strong and the first two, but it had taken her breath away again, but now that he was no longer inside of her she began to get angry. 

Finished, he turned off the water and took his hand off of her back so that she could turn around. He was taken by surprise when she did and proceeded to slap his face.

"I guess I deserved that," he said, rubbing his jaw.

"I should slap you too," Marissa said to Alexandria, who'd been standing under the warm water on the other side of the shower stall, watching her partner fuck Marissa.

"Honey, I'm sorry. When I told Terry how pretty you were he's been fantasizing about fucking you ever since. He thought that this would be a great way to meet you."

She didn't sound sorry to Marissa at all and she raised her hand in a fist, looking like she was going to strike him again, he stepped back, holding his hands up in front of him.

"Marissa, we have to talk," he said with his hands held up defensively in front of him.

Marissa crossed her arms across her chest and stared at him, her face red from anger. His eyes moved down and up her body which only made her angrier. His manhood stuck out like a thick broom handle.

He nearly said, "You look beautiful when your angry," but knew that wasn't the smart thing to say at a time like this. He also wanted to ask her not to cover those magnificent breasts with her arms. Instead he said, "Come on let's get dry." He opened the shower door. Alexandria turned off her shower and followed them out the door. He handed both women a towel and took one for himself. They toweled off in silence. Opening the nearby closet he removed two thick white robes and handed one to each of the women, then wrapped a towel around his own waist.

Marissa cinched the robe tight around her waist and as he swung his arm out in an "after you" gesture she followed him into the living room. She sat down on the couch with her arms still crossed over her chest, so angry she couldn't speak.

"Maria I know that I took advantage of you," he said. But I wouldn't be honest if I didn't tell you that, for me at least, it was fantastic."

"Oh that makes me feel better," she replied icily.

"No listen. I know that you like to party." He looked at her quizzically. "Am I right?"

She shrugged her shoulders then glanced down at small pile the coke on the table top.

Terry noticed her look and continued. "So I have a proposition for you. If you would come over to Vegas once or twice a month and party with some of my friends I would make it worth your while."

"What? Like become a prostitute?"

"No," he paused, "more like a call girl." He looked at her expectantly with a boyish grin. "In return I will provide you with some extra cash and a reasonable amount of coke."

"God, I can't believe this," she said. Again she glanced at the white powder on the table.

"I know that you like sex," he continued, "so I don't think that this is too far out of line here."

Again she shrugged, but no longer looked as angry.

"It seemed that you enjoyed our sex in the shower. Am I right?" She didn't look at him but felt her nipples harden against the robe. "And from what I've learned I think that you even enjoyed the sex with Senator Dodson didn't you?"

"Only because I was high," she grudgingly admitted.

He spread his hands. "Well, once or twice a month you come over here, maybe get a little high and then party with some friends." He waited a few seconds watching her. "Think about it for a minute. I'll be right back." He got up and went into the bedroom.

Marissa looked over at Alexandria. She just looked back with no expression on her face. "So what kind of a name is Terrance?" Marissa asked.




Marissa Ch. 02



"You can call him Terry. I just kid him with Terrance. Some of his friends call him Rocky," answered Alex.

"Rocky?" said Marissa alarmed. That was the name that her husband was worried about.

"Yeah, a nickname for Rockford."

Just then Terry returned. He held up the hundred dollar bill that had been rolled up into a straw. "Here have another little hit."

Marissa looked at the coke on the table and then accepted the rolled up bill. Leaning over she sniffed a small amount into a nostril.

"That's enough," he said. "If this is going to work for both of us you can't get hooked again."

"Again?" she asked. "How do you know..."

He didn't let her finish. "Marissa I believe that you've met Frank Monnasario." She looked at him, her eyes wide. "I'd like you to keep building web sites for Alex and me as well as several of our business associates. In fact I think that we can keep you busy for a long, long time." He paused for a moment then added, "Doing web stuff I mean." He added, "Which we will pay very, very well for." He watched her reaction and could see the color in her cheeks going down. 

"But Marissa," he continued, "that's not where you'll make the most of your money." She looked at him questioningly. "Not only will you be paid to party, but from time to time I'll pass along tips on stocks to buy and sports teams to bet on. You'll be able to retire by the time your forty." And too old to be of use to me, he thought to himself. He watched her head nod; either from the drug or in acceptance he wasn't sure.

The coke began to take effect and Marissa closed her eyes and sat back as its warmth spread throughout her body. After a few moments she felt her robe being untied and spread apart. She opened her eyes and saw Terry standing in front of her. He let his towel drop and placed one hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward.

She leaned forward and took his limp penis between her lips. 

As far as he was concerned, this was better than a handshake to seal their relationship. It took very little sucking before his cock began to grow and he looked down with a great deal of satisfaction as it grew into a stiff rod between them. Yes, it would be interesting meeting her husband because when he shook the other man's hand Terry would visualize Marissa on her knees sucking his cock. He grinned triumphantly as his shaft went down her throat.

While she sucked he was torn between wanting to cum in her mouth and wanting to fuck her again, but what the hell, the thought. The night was young. He let her continue and after several minutes felt his orgasm building in his balls. "Oh yes," he moaned as he shot his load down her throat.

Marissa kept sucking while Terry put his hands on the back of her head to steady himself because she not only drained all of the cum from his balls, but also the strength in his legs. "Jesus woman," he cried out.

As soon as Marissa let Terry's cock slide out of her mouth, Alex walked over and said, "I take that is a yes to our little proposition." When Marissa smiled, Alex could see cum residue coating her teeth. She leaned over to kiss her, tasting the residue of her partner's cum on Marissa's lips. Then she took Marissa's hand and said, "Now it's our turn." She led Marissa into the bedroom, pulled off the petite blonds' robe off before directing her to recline on the bed. She pulled her own robe off and settled between Marissa's legs. Both women ignored Terry who sat down in an easy chair to watch.

It took very little time before Alex's tongue made Marissa moan. Unable to lie still, Marissa raised her legs and draped them over Alex's shoulders. While licking Marissa's clitoris, Alex wet her index finger on Marissa's juices, then insert her finger into Marissa's anus.

Immediately Marissa felt an orgasm building in crescendo in her groin. Waves of pleasure rolled through her as she came and with each wave she constricted her sphincter muscles around Alex's finger.

Terry's penis started hardening while he listened to Marissa's groans. Then when Marissa traded places with Alexandria and stuck her butt in the air while she buried her face in Alex's pussy; he could watch no longer and climbed on the bed. He moved between Marissa's legs and lifted her hips up and slid his cock into her pussy.

Marissa ignored the sensations from his cock while she concentrated on getting Alex off. When Alex began to moan, Marissa copied her tactic, wet her index finger and slid it up to her knuckle up the other woman's ass. She had never done this before and was surprised at how smooth, soft and warm it felt on her finger. Marissa then felt the satisfaction derived when Alex started to cum. Each time Alex's sphincter muscles tightened and released, Marissa knew that she was doing a good job on the other woman's pussy.

Only after Alex's orgasm finished did Marissa concentrate on Terry's cock moving in and out of her pussy and she groaned. She rested her head on Alex's flat stomach while Terry pounded his cock into her. Then Alex moved out from under her, turned around and tunneled between Marissa's arms in order to suck on her left nipple.

It was electrifying. Marissa's whole body shook. She wanted to cum, right then, right now, but she couldn't. Electricity shot through her body. "Faster," she begged. Thankfully, he increased his tempo. His groin slapped against her buttocks. "Oh please, please, pulleeese," she begged; willing an orgasm because the sensations were driving her crazy.

"I can't take any more. You have to stop," she gasped. 

But he didn't; if anything he pounded harder. He had to hold on to her hips to keep from pushing over. Then he started groaning. Alex slid a hand across Marissa's stomach and two of her fingers found Marissa's clitoris; Marissa screamed and wave after orgasmic wave hit her.

Marissa felt dizzy and felt like she almost lost consciousness, but when her senses returned to normal she realized that she had collapsed onto Alex who had continued to suck her nipple. Marissa didn't know if Terry had cum or not; or for that matter didn't care. Then she felt his groin against her buttocks; his cock still buried deep inside of her.

She felt Terry pull out and afraid that Alex couldn't breathe Marissa pushed her arms straight so that Alex could get out from under her. But instead of getting out, Alex crawled farther under until her head was between Marissa's legs. She raised her head and locked her lips on Marissa's pussy to lick Terry's cum as it oozed out.

"Oh god no!" pleaded Marissa. She dropped her head and laid her forehead on Alex's pubic mound and another orgasm racked her body. "Oh god, Oh GOD, OOOOH GOD!" she screamed.



Marissa Ch. 03



This is the fourth sequel to "There Goes the Neighborhood" and Marissa_Pt1 and Pt2. In "Neighborhood" Marissa and her husband Brad are seduced into swapping by their new neighbor, a mobster. But then Marissa learns to like cocaine too much and becomes the mobster's mistress. Brad does whatever it takes to get her back.

I recommend that you read the stories in order, although "Neighborhood" is really long. This story should probably be in the interracial category and you will surely question it being in loving wives, but I want to keep the stories together.

In this sequel to Pt2, Marissa was still in Vegas. She'd been hired to set up web sites for a woman named Alexandria and her partner Terry Rockford, also known as Rocky. Yesterday she met him for the first time, after he snuck into the shower with her.

Her husband, Brad, is still in San Diego. He's worried about her being in Vegas without him because he thinks that she has an addiction to cocaine. Marissa thinks that getting high once in a while isn't a problem. What is a problem is that when she gets high she gets horny. After Terry and his partner, Alexandria, seduced her; Terry made her an offer that appealed to her. All she had to do was come to Vegas once in awhile and party with some of his clients.

One more thing. To those who get angry reading about whore wives; don't read this if the subject bothers you. Husbands are often the last to know. 

Tuesday

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On Tuesday Marissa worked on web code, or tried to, for most of the day. Part of the day she spent out by the pool until it was too hot. Alexandria showed up about three and they went shopping for clothes for Marissa to wear for that evening. Alexandria told her that the two of them were going to one of her clubs and would be going on a double date; which was alright with Marissa. She was pretty nervous about tonight and it would help to have Alex there.

On the phone, Marissa told her husband that she and Alex would be visiting one of the clubs, but she didn't tell him about Terry or last night. Her husband told her not to have too much fun without him. She told him not to worry if she couldn't call him in the evening and she couldn't wait to get home.

In the third boutique they visited, Alex found the outfit she wanted Marissa to wear. It was a black pants outfit. The top was a low cut halter with silver threads running through it. It was backless, but at least it showed off less skin than the red dress hanging up in her room. The pant legs blossomed to a stretch band around her ankles. But the sexy part was that on the outside of each leg there was a slit that went from the ankle all the way up to the waist. Normally the pants didn't show a lot of skin, but the slit up the side would fuel the male imagination. At best she could only wear thong panties underneath. Lastly they then bought her a pair of gold high heeled sandals.

Tuesday Evening

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Alexandria wore a grey see through blouse and her lacy black bra was clearly visible underneath. Her pants looked painted on and she wore no stockings with her high heeled sandals.

In the limo on the way to the club, Alexandria noticed that Marissa was looking at her left hand, at the wedding ring she was wearing. "It's part of our cover dear?"

"Cover?" Marissa asked.

"Yes, tonight we're both a couple of married women in town for a good time. Our dates tonight are a couple of college basketball players."

"You're kidding," she groaned.

"Don't interrupt. Now these two kids have been promised hot dates tonight with two hot women in town without their husbands. Terry told them that he met us at the pool yesterday and he talked us into dating these two young studs for the fun of it."

"Oh god!" exclaimed Marissa, rolling her eyes.

When they arrived at the bar, the noise from the band and the crowd was deafening. The place was packed and several unattached males watched them with predatory eyes as they walked up to the bar.

Alex talked to the bartender for a moment and he waived toward a table then handed her two fruity drinks with umbrellas. She handed one to Marissa and then walked over to a table with two tall young men, one white and one black.

"Hi guys," said Alex, acting nervous. "The bartender told us that you two were expecting us tonight."

They both stood. They were tall. Marissa had to crane her neck to look at them. Neither of them was handsome; but in a young, boyish way both were cute. They appeared to be already drunk. Marissa couldn't help but wonder if either of them were twenty-one yet which meant that she was at least ten years older than they were.

The two college students looked like they'd just won the lottery as they looked at the two older, but beautiful women. Each pulled out a chair for the woman so that Alex and Marissa were sitting opposite each other with a young man on each side.

"My name is Tracy," said Alex loudly to be heard over the noise, "and this is my friend Jan." 

Because of the noise in the club Marissa couldn't actually hear the two as they introduced themselves and it didn't take long before they gave up talking across the table. Then the white kid stood and asked her to dance. At least that's what she thought he said. As she got up, Alex and the other kid stood too and the four of them went out onto the dance floor.

When they started to dance, the kid moved his body right up to hers and ground it against hers. She tried to step back but he kept pressing against her. "What kind of dancing is this?" she wondered.

As they danced, he slid his hand inside the slit in her pants and grasped her ass cheek. "Down boy," she said as she pulled his hand out. He grinned and moved his hand to the small of her bare back. He kept grinding his body against hers and finally she turned around to get some air, but the kid just moved up against her back. Now Marissa could tell that he had an erection as he ground his groin against her buttocks. Thankfully the song ended.

Back at their table, Alex suggested that they go someplace quieter. The boys jumped at the offer. They planned on getting laid and that wasn't going to happen in this club.

The two college students were impressed when a limo pulled up outside to pick them up. When they got in, Alex sat next to the white kid, whatever his name was, and Marissa next to the black kid. No sooner was the car in motion than the white kid started kissing Alex and rubbing her breasts. Marissa looked at the black kid and he looked back at her shyly. "Would you like to kiss me," she heard herself say. He nodded his head and so she leaned over and kissed him. She kissed him for quite a while and his hand tentatively cupped her breast.

She pulled back and looked at him. He pulled his hand back, embarrassed. They both looked over at Alex and the other boy across from them. His pants were unzipped and Alex was freeing the kid's cock. Then she lowered her head over his lap.

Knowing what was expected of her; Merissa turned back and kissed her date, letting her hand find the bulge in his pants. She stroked him through his pants a couple of times and then broke off the kiss. Looking down she unzipped his pants and together they pulled his semi-hard member out. She looked down and in the darkness couldn't see his black rod but she could feel it. She scooted away so that she could lean over and take it in her mouth. While it wasn't far to the hotel, the driver seemed to know what was going on in the back and he kept driving. 

In no time the black kid was hard and Marissa stroked him with her hand while her head bobbed up and down.

"Oh mama," he groaned.

Marissa stopped sucking and glared up at him. "Don't call me mama," she said sternly. "I'm not old enough to be your mama."

"I'm sorry ma'am. I mean ma'am."

"And don't call me ma'am."

"Yes, uh..."

"Jan."

"Yes Jan."

Alex burst out laughing and after a moment Marissa joined in. Marissa laughed so hard it brought tears to her eyes. When the laughing spell was over she looked down and saw that the black kid's dick has shriveled. "Oops," she laughed and started over. It took a little longer to get him hard again, but she worked on him until his pole was ramrod straight.

She heard the white kid moaning, "Oh fuck, oh fuck yes." She stopped sucking the black kid's rod and looked over at the other two. The white kid was bucking his hips up and Alex was keeping her head steady while he fucked her mouth. Suddenly a glob of white foam boiled out between her lips and slid down the boy's cock. "Oh god!" he moaned. His hips finally stopped bucking but Alex took over and stroked his cock with her hand until he was drained. We he was obviously done, she let his cock slide out of her mouth and began licking his pole and balls to clean up the cum that had escaped from between her lips.

"Jesus Ralph," the black kid said. He'd been watching as well. But then he put his hand on the back of Marissa's head and pulled her back to finish him off. She stroked his cock with her hand a few times and then brought her lips back down over his cock head.

While she sucked the kid's cock, she could sense that the others were watching her performance so, feeling like she needed to prove herself, she bobbed her head up and down faster, stroking him as she did. It didn't take long before she felt his warm cum squirt into her mouth. She closed her lips around his black pole and swallowed, then sucked some more.

The driver was apparently waiting until he saw both women sitting upright and in no time they pulled up to the hotel.

"Okay boys," said Alex. "Just so you don't ruin our reputations, Jan and I are going to walk in together. You two can come in a couple of minutes after and we'll wait for you at the elevator. Until we're in the room, we don't know each other. Got it?" 

"Sure no problem," Ralph agreed readily. "Right Terrell."

"Yes ma'am. I mean yes Tracy, ma'am."

Alex shook her head in exasperation. "Good, now Ralph, tuck your shirt into you pants and let's go to our room."

The two women got to the elevator first and watched the two boys walk up, talking and snickering. The door opened and an older couple got off.

The boys gallantly waited for the women to enter the glass enclosed elevator. But, as soon as the doors closed Ralph stepped up and began kissing Marissa. Terrell advanced toward Alex, but she held her hand up and kept him away.

Both of Ralph's hands were inside the slit in Marissa's pants; each grasping an ass cheek as he forced his mouth against hers and pushed her back against the glass at the back of the elevator. "Mmphh," escaped from her lips.

"Ralph," said Alex, "I told you the rules. Wait until we get to the room. If you're not going to act like gentlemen then you have to leave."

Ralph moved back grinning like he'd scored a touchdown or something. "Yes ma'am," he replied. Alex glared at him and both boys laughed.

Inside the room, both boys wondered around in awe. "Nice room," said Ralph. "Do you have any booze?"

"The liquor cabinet is over there," Alex pointed. "Why don't you two get a drink and Jan and I will go freshen up.

The two women went into the bathroom, closed and locked the door. "Having fun yet?" asked Alex.

"My god, college boys," said Marissa.

"Here, let's see if we can enjoy the rest of the evening," said Alex as she took out a small packet of coke from her purse.

Marissa walked out of the bathroom feeling much better about the evening. She noticed both four empty mini-bottles on the liquor cabinet. Each of them was getting ready to down a third. Terrell coughed after the hard alcohol burned down his throat.

Alex extracted two prophylactic packages from her purse. "Here boys, we have practice safe sex don't we?"

Marissa looked over at her and mouthed a thank you.

Alex, totally in charge said, "Let's put some music on and we'll teach you boys how to dance." She started the music and stepped up to Terrell. "Here, take my hand like this." She showed him how to hold her to slow dance.

Marissa held up her arms and Ralph joined her. Terrell picked it up fairly quickly and Alex put her head on his shoulder while they danced..

Ralph was having more trouble and was embarrassed. "I don't want to do this," he said breaking away.

"I'll tell you what; you keep dancing with me and I'll let you put your hands on my butt," said Marissa.

Ralph shrugged, but came back and she let him slide his hands inside of her pants. By the end of the song she could feel an erection through his pants.

The song changed and they changed partners. Without asking, Terrell slid his hands inside her pants and held her ass while they danced. He was definitely a better dancer than Ralph.

In the middle of the dance, Alex began unbuttoning Ralph's shirt and after a moment he started on hers.

Terrell started fumbling with Marissa's halter top, but she could tell that he was never going to figure it out so she unhooked the back and took it off; then helped him get his shirt off. They danced some more, chest to chest.

"This is nice," he said.

She looked around and saw that Ralph and Alex had retreated to the bedroom. Reaching up, she pulled Terrell's face down and kissed him. "What would you like to do?" she asked. He stepped back and looked at her breasts, apparently speechless while they continued to dance around in circles to the music.

She pulled his head down and with only a little encouragement he began sucking on her right breast. "Mmmm," she murmured.

While he sucked on her breast, he tried to pull her pants down. "Terrell," she said quietly, "I'm not like some of the high school or college girls you know. With me you need to go slow." She led him over to the couch and they sat down. She kissed him again and he put a hand on each of her breasts. "Kiss my neck," she commanded and he happily obeyed.

"Oh, I like that," she purred as he sent shivers through her body. "Go easy now. No hickeys. I am a married woman you know."

"You smell good," he said, working his way back down to her breast.

"Thank you," she replied pausing. "Here, let's get these off." She stood and unhooked the belt that held up her pants. He peeled off his shoes and pants while he watched her slide the pants down her legs. She stood up straight and hooked her thumbs in the sides of her thong. She slid the thong down a couple of inches; just enough to show the top of her blond beaver.

She turned around and shook her ass in his face before bending over to slide the thong down her legs. She felt his face between her ass cheeks and he kissed her in the crack. When she turned around she looked down at his pole. It was like a telephone pole pointed right at her. 

Picking up the rubber from the coffee table, she opened the foil and rolled it down over his cock. She straddled his legs but didn't take him inside of her. She wasn't ready for that yet.

His cock pressed against her pussy lips as she leaned forward and kissed him. His mouth found a breast and she arched her back as he sucked on her nipple. She loved the electrical charge that went from her nipple right to her vagina. "Oooohhh," she moaned. Raising her hips she directed him to her wet, pink vagina and sunk down, impaling herself on his hard black pole. "Oh you big stud," she cried.

She slowly rode his cock, bouncing her pert breasts in front of his face. She watched his face as she went up and down. The pleasure on his face was so apparent that she grinned as she felt her own orgasm building as she slid down his cock.

She kept moving up and down slowly, even as a powerful orgasm flowed through her body. "Yes, yes YES!" she screamed. Marissa collapsed forward, burying his face between her breasts. She could feel her own perspiration as she pressed her chest against on his face.

As soon as she caught her breath she climbed off of him and got down on all fours on the couch, presenting her butt to him. It seemed to take forever for him to crawl up behind her, but he finally slid his hard cock into her pussy. She closed her eyes. He might have been a kid, but his cock felt fantastic as he bonked her from behind. He was able to drive his cock in deeper than before and it caused flashbulbs to go off behind Marissa's closed eyelids.

She came again as he held her hips with his hands and pounded into her. It took him about ten more minutes before she heard him groan, Her ass slapped against his groin as he tried to drive himself deeper while he came. She had a third orgasm as he noisily came. When he seemed finished, he kept holding her buttocks against his groin and then had two spasms as his tool shot its load.

Finally, he pulled out and sat back on the couch, breathing heavily. Marissa turned and sat next to him. The first thing she noticed was a huge grin on his face. It made her smile too. The second thing she noticed was that his still erect penis was no longer sheathed in a condom.

"What happened to the condom," she asked alarmed. "Is it still inside of me?"

"No ma'am, I took it off," he confessed.

"Terrell, you came inside of me without a condom? What if I get pregnant? And quit calling me ma'am."

"Yes ma'am, I mean... I'm sorry." He didn't look sorry at all; in fact he looked immensely pleased with himself.

Marissa heard her cell phone ringing in her purse and realized it was the ring tone for her husband. 'Oh shit, that's my husband." She retrieved the phone from her purse and ran naked into the kitchen. "Hello?" she said.

"Hey honey, how's it going?" asked her husband cheerfully.

"Fine, just fine."

"You sound like you're out of breath."

"Oh I just ran to get the phone. How are you?" She reached down and wiped some of the cum dripping down her leg with her free hand. Without thinking she licked her fingers.

"Well I'm on my way to the airport to catch a late flight. I thought that I'd surprise you."

"Oh fuck!" mouthed Marissa. "Well that's great. What time does you're flight get here?"

"I should be there in about midnight." He gave her the flight information.

"Great honey, I'll pick you up. See you soon," she said in a hurry to get off the phone.

"Marissa?"

"Yes?"

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," she replied trying to hide the guilt she felt as she hung up.

Alex walked into the kitchen wearing a robe just as Marissa hung up. "Is everything all right?"

"That was my husband. He'll be arriving at the airport about midnight."

"Uh oh. We'd better get the boys out of here. You go take a shower and I'll clean the place up," said Alex taking charge.

By the time Marissa got out of the shower, Alex had gotten rid of the two college students and was on the phone with Terry. When she hung up she said, "I told Terry that your husband was coming in tonight. He wanted to stop by for a few minutes to pay you at about eleven but you'll have plenty of time to make it to the airport.

Thanks Alex, I really appreciate it.

Late Tuesday Evening

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Promptly at eleven Terry knocked on the door. She was wearing tight fitting blue jeans and a white blouse that was tied in a knot across her flat stomach. "Hi Tony I don't have much time. I have to go pick up my husband in a few minutes."

"No problem," he replied. "I just wanted to give you your money. "Here's two thousand, take it and place a bet in one of the casinos on the other team that they're playing tomorrow."

"What? Why? Are they're going to throw the game?"

"No. All they need to do is shave a few points and you win your bet."

"Hmmm, sounds illegal," she grinned.

"What do you say to you and your husband meeting Alexandria and me tomorrow for lunch?"

"I think that's a great idea." she said. "He's been very concerned about my trips to Vegas without him."

"Well we certainly don't want him concerned do we?" said Terry with an appropriate look of concern on his face. He walked up to Marissa and ran his finger across her lips.




Marissa Ch. 03



"Stop that," she laughed.

"What this?" He leaned forward and kissed her lips. "Or this?" He grasped her buttocks and held her to him, kissing her harder. She closed her eyes. He untied the knot in her blouse and began working on the buttons.

"Terry no," she complained.

The finger tips of one of his hands slid over her stomach as he spread her blouse apart before sliding her bra up off of her breasts. He leaned over and kissed her tummy and felt her shiver. He started undoing her jeans. 

"Terry please." she said as he turned her around facing the wall; then pulled down her jeans and panties. She heard him unzip his pants. As she felt his cock slide between her legs she said, "I can't go meet him with your cum inside me."

However that was precisely what he had planned. He wanted her thinking of him, not her husband when she got to the airport. He gently pushed her shoulders, forcing her to lean against the wall before he slid inside of her. "Ohhh," she moaned has his hard manhood tunneled between her pussy lips.

He slowly drove himself in and out, obviously in no hurry. "Ohhh," she moaned, leaning against the wall with her jeans and panties down around her ankles. While he continued to fuck her, he pulled her blouse off and unhooked her bra and cupped her breasts.

"Oh god Tony, this isn't fair," she complained weakly. He thrust into her until his balls hit her buttocks. "OOHH," she moaned louder.

He captured her nipples between his fingers and began thrusting as hard as he could; lifting her onto her tiptoes. "Oh god Tony," she gasped. He kept up the pace while rubbing her hard nipples with his fingers until she screamed, "OH GOD OOOHH!"

He bit the back of her neck until her orgasm subsided and then he let himself cum; holding his hips against her buttocks to stay as deep in her as he could while he deposited his load of sperm. When he was drained, he whispered in her ear, "Now love, when you're with your husband tonight I want you to think of how good my cock felt inside of you."

Marissa could feel the coolness of the air conditioning as the perspiration on her body evaporated. She could feel the spot on her neck where he'd bitten her. "Tony, did you leave a mark? How am I going to explain that to my husband?"

"You'll think of something."

"Now I'm going to be late," she complained feebly. "I don't have time for another shower."

"Then you'd better get going," he said as he zipped up his pants. "And don't forget to make that bet."

As soon as the door was closed, Marissa pulled off her jeans and panties and ran into the bathroom. She sat down on the toilet to pee while she hooked her bra. When she'd finished she wiped her pubics with a wash cloth. Then she ran into the bedroom to put on a fresh pair of panties; into the living room to pull on her jeans and blouse. She looked at her watch. His plane should be landing about now as she ran to the elevator.

Her cell phone rang as she got in the car. "Hello," she answered, out of breath.

"Marissa, hi it's Brad. We've just landed."

"Okay, I'm running a couple of minutes late."

"No problem. I'll meet you outside of baggage claim. See you soon. Love you."

"Love you too, bye."

Marissa arrived nearly twenty minutes late and when she got of the car to go kiss her husband she could tell that her panties had gotten damp from seepage. Brad, of course, had no idea that she'd just had sex with the man nicknamed Rocky and Marissa was determined that he never find out. 

On the drive back to the casino/hotel she thought about the predicament that she was in. She knew that she was playing with fire and felt guilty about cheating and lying to her husband. She loved him but she also loved getting high and frankly she enjoyed the sex while she was high; even if it was with other men, or for that matter with other women.

However the immediate problem for Marissa was what to do when they got back to her suite. What if he wanted to make love before she had a chance to shower and what if he saw the bite mark on the back of her neck?

The first problem was solved by her husband. When they got into the room he said, "Honey, do you mind if we just go to sleep? I'm exhausted."

"Of course not dear," she replied. "I'm just going to take a shower first."

After her shower she saw that Brad was sleeping soundly, so she put some makeup on her neck to hide the mark before cuddling up next to her husband in bed. She listened to him breathing softly for quite awhile before she too, feel asleep.

Wednesday

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When they woke the next morning, they ordered room service and had an enjoyable morning in bed. There lovemaking was slow and relaxed. Marissa had three very satisfying orgasms. One oral, the second her husband on top and then they traded so that the final one came with her on top and coincided with her husband's.

Around noon they met up with Marissa's employers for lunch.

"Brad I'd like you to meet Alex and her partner Terry." Marissa carefully avoided adding Terry's last name because she assumed that he was the same 'Rocky' that her husband was worried about.

Brad lightly shook Alex's hand. "I'm so glad to meet you. My wife has told me all about you."

"Not ALL I hope," said Alex with big grin. Everyone laughed.

"Marissa was right," thought Brad, "for a slightly older woman she was very pretty. He liked the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed. He turned to Terry and struck out his hand. "Nice to meet you Terry."

Terry shook hands with only slightly more pressure that Brad had used. "And you Brad. Alex and I can't tell you how wonderful it's been working with your wife." "And fucking her too," he thought to himself and then out loud he added, "We can tell with her skills she's going to make us all a lot of money."

Brad beamed at the compliment to his wife and noticed her blushing slightly and looking away. "Marissa has always been way too modest about her artistic and technical skills."

Terry nearly joked "Yes and she's a good web developer too." But he knew that might be construed correctly by her husband. "Yes we're very fortunate," he replied as he thought back to last night when she was leaning against the wall with her naked backside to him and his hard cock inside her. He'd purposely gone to her suite with the intent of screwing her and making her late so that she would have to leave with his sperm inside of her. Some times the best laid plans worked out.

Wednesday Evening

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Later that evening, Brad confided in his wife that he had taken an immediate dislike to Terry for some reason. "I liked Alexandria though."

"I know. Terry can be a little to..." she paused, searching for the right thing to say, "...overbearing at times."

"I imagine a big ego comes with owning several nightclubs in Vegas."

"I imagine so," she replied.

Later that evening, while Brad was gambling, Marissa placed her bet against the university's basketball team. She and her husband planned on driving back to San Diego the next morning.

Continued...



Marissa Ch. 04



This is the final sequel to "There Goes the Neighborhood" and Marissa_Pt1 through 3. Some of the dialogue references the earlier story lines and I recommend that you read the series.

As I said in part 3, if you like to read about unfaithful wives don't read this story. 

Prologue

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Marissa and Brad live outside of San Diego and he's not too happy that she has a programming job that takes her to Vegas without him. Of course he has no idea that her customers, Terry and Alexandria, are supplying her with drugs and have her working for them as a call girl.

So far Brad is in the dark and Marissa is back in Vegas.

Tuesday

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Marissa and Alexandria stood by the elevator. Marissa was watching the indicator slowly descend to the lobby.

"Oh shit!" said Alex quietly.

"What?"

"See that guy walking toward us with the shit eating grin on his face?"

"Yes," she answered, looking at a greasy looking guy approaching them. He was medium height and His hair was combed straight back showing his receding hairline. He looked like a cheap hood.

"He's a cop with the Vice Squad." She looked up at the floor indicator for the elevator. "Why can't these damn elevators be faster."

Alex kept staring at the floor indicator while Marissa watched the cop approach them.

"Alexandria, how's business?"

Alex turned and looked at him. "Oh hello Sergeant Barnes."

"Who's this?" he said leering at Marissa, "A new one of your girls?" His eyes roamed up and down Marissa's body. His leer made her feel dirty and she didn't know whether to be polite or not. She looked at Alex uncertainly.

"No Sergeant, she's a web developer. She's building web sites for us."

"REALLY? That's funny, I was sure I saw the two of you with a couple of college basketball players the other night." He paused and Marissa saw Alex flinch. "What a big coincidence when they nearly lost the game right after that."

"Was it," she replied casually.

"Yeah, it was lucky that I saw the two of you cuz on a hunch I bet against the spread and won a bundle."

"Lucky for you."

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your lovely friend?"

"Marissa, this is Sergeant Barnes."

"Please to meet you Marissa," he said, looking at her hungrily.

"Sergeant," she answered civilly although the guy gave her the creeps.

Just then the elevator arrived, sparing them further conversation. The women got on and just before the door closed, the Sergeant put his hand in and caused the door to reopen. "I look forward to seeing you again Marissa."

"Good night Sergeant," said Alex impatiently.

After the door closed, Alex turned to Marissa. "Don't pay attention to him. He's an asshole."

Marissa looked at her and shook her head, a little perplexed.

Back in the suite, Alex began to tell Marissa about her date for the evening. "He's the CEO of our bank."

"How old is he?" Marissa asked warily.

"Well, let's just say that Terry's willing to give you a bonus."

Marissa laughed. "How much of a bonus?"

"An extra thousand."

"He's that bad huh?"

"Well, he's no prince."

"I guess I can kiss a frog for two thousand."

"Actually Terry's decided to give you a thousand more for the college kids."

"That's an unexpected surprise."

"He made a lot of money off of those kids. He can afford to be generous," she said matter-of-factly. And, she added, "We want you to be happy."

"Well you can tell him not to give me any more love bites. That would make me happy. Thank heavens I was able to hide it with makeup until it faded. Although I appreciated the tip about the game," added Marissa. "You should have seen my husband. He just about went ballistic when I told him I'd won the money gambling. As it is we get audited nearly every year."

"Oh that's right; he's a tax attorney isn't he?"

"Is there anything else I should know about this man?" asked Marissa.

"The good news is that his wife is in town with him so he doesn't want to be seen with you and he won't spend the night." She handed Marissa a small packet. "Here's something to help you enjoy yourself."

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Marissa as feeling mellow from the coke and when she opened the door to her suite she saw that Alex was right; the guy was a frog. She answered the door wearing the infamous red dress and the guy's eyes almost popped out of his head making him look even more like a frog.

"Oh my my," he said in a southern accent. "It looks like I've died and gone to heaven."

Although old enough to be her grandfather, the businessman was a gentleman. She offered him a drink and he declined, stating that he didn't have much time since his wife was downstairs losing their money at a dollar machine.

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom where she took off the dress and properly hung it up this time. She turned around facing him wearing only a garter belt, stockings and high heels.

"Darlin," he asked, "If I divorce my wife will you marry me?"

Marissa laughed and he joined in. "Maybe I will have that drink," he said.

Marissa walked out to the liquor cabinet and he followed. While she poured him a whiskey on the rocks, he just kept shaking his head in wonder as he stared at her.

She handed him his drink and said, "Would you like to drink that in the bedroom?"

He gave a slight bow suggesting that she go first. He hung back just enough as she walked into the bedroom so that he could drink in all of her natural beauty.

"Honey I can't decide whether I should just look at you or make love to you."

"Your choice," she teased, smiling.

"Will you give me a kiss?" he asked.

She walked over and raised her face up. As he kissed her, she pressed her hand against his groin. "It feels like you'd rather make love," she said smiling coyly. "Why don't we start by taking off your clothes," she said.

He groaned. "I don't have much time."

"How about we go into the bathroom and I lean over the counter. That way you can look at me in the mirror while you make love to me AND you can keep your clothes on."

"Smart and beautiful," he said.

In the bathroom, Marissa leaned against the counter and smiled at him in the mirror. He walked up behind her and pulled down his pants. She spread her legs and he leaned against her while he found the sweet opening to her pussy. She could feel his heart beating through his clothes against her back until he was able to slide inside her and he stood up straighter. He slowly began pumping and she rewarded him by closing her eyes and smiling contentedly into the mirror.

After a few minutes she faked an "OH YES!" and pushed her butt back against his groin. "Mmmm, right there," she moaned. He kept plunging into her and when his groans indicated that he was starting to cum, she moaned louder. "Oh yes, OH YES, OOOHHHH!"

"Oh god!" he moaned and collapsed against her back, breathing hard. Now she could really feel his heart beating.

It took him a moment to catch his breath, but she felt his cock slide out as it shrunk and warm cum dripped down her leg.

He stood up straight and she turned around and kissed him. "Thank you," she said.

"Oh no miss, thank YOU." He looked sad. "I have to go now."

"Here, let's clean you up first." She turned around and put a wash cloth under the tap until it was hot; then she turned and washed the lipstick off of his face. He smile gratefully and leaned down and pulled up his pants.

"Here is this enough?" he asked, holding out two five hundred dollar chips.

"It's too much," she purred, pushing his hand back.

"Oh no, you take it. You were fantastic."

"Thank you," she said. Beaming at the compliment, she accepted the chips.

Marissa put a thick white robe and walked him to the door, then she kissed her finger and pressed it to his lips. "Bye," she said.

He sighed and said, "Bye."

As soon as the door was closed she turned to go take a shower. In the bathroom, she opened the cabinet drawer where she'd put the hand mirror that she'd used to snort the cocaine. There was a small amount still on its shiny surface so she took the rolled bill and finished it off. She had to laugh at herself; now she was casually using hundred dollar bills as a tube. She washed off the mirror when there was a knock on her door. She just assumed that the banker had changed his mind and she went back and opened the door without looking through the peephole.

"Sergeant Barnes," she said surprised.

Barnes grinned and pushed his way inside. He closed the door, grabbed her arm and placed a handcuff over her wrist. He grabbed her other arm, spun her around and handcuffed her arms behind her back. "You're under arrest for prostitution."

"What? You can't do this. I'm not a prostitute."

"Oh yeah, where did you get these?" he asked prying the chips from her hand.

Marissa looked stricken. "They're mine, I... I won them gambling." She said a little too quickly and then she started to cry.

He walked back over and grabbed her purse and pulled out her wallet. He took out her driver's license. "Hmmm, Marissa Henderson." He read her address out loud. "Where's that?" he demanded.

"It's near San Diego," she said sobbing.

"I saw a ring on your finger. Are you married?"

"Y...yes."

"Why are you in Vegas turning tricks for Rocky?"

"I'm not turning tricks."

He roughly grabbed her arm while waving the chips in front of her face. "I don't think that the judge will see it that way." He pushed her and the back of her legs came in contact with the couch causing her to sit abruptly. The front of her robe came untied as she sat and was gaping open. There wasn't anything she could do about it with her hands handcuffed behind her back.

"I'll have to take these as evidence," he stated as he stuff the chips in his pants pocket. Then he reached down and spread the robe wide open and leered at her naked chest. Marissa had never felt so humiliated. He put his hand on her right breast as tears streamed down her face. 

"Think this is bad?" he said, "Wait until the bull dykes down at the jail do their strip search." He slid his hand down her flat stomach until his fingers entered her golden triangle. As his fingers ran through her pubic hair she shivered involuntarily. "Hmmm, nice," he leered. She could see his crooked teeth as he smiled.

He pushed her legs apart with both hands and slid two fingers between her pussy lips. "Hmmm, it feels to me like you and that old guy had carnal knowledge."

She didn't say anything. She just stared down at the floor and tears streamed down her face.

He moved back and put his wet finger under her chin and lifted her face until she was looking at him. "You know I could let you go..." He let the statement hang in the air.

She looked up at him hopefully. He grabbed his crotch to make his point and Marissa quickly understood. "You mean if I have sex with you," she stated.

"Ah you're smart AND beautiful."

Marissa felt another tear. It was almost exactly what the banker had said to her just a while ago.

He undid his pants and pulled out his limp cock. "Well, what's it going to be? This or jail?"

Resigned, she closed her eyes and leaned forward. She could smell residual cigarette smoke on his clothes. She hated the smell of cigarette smoke.

"Good choice," he said, placing his cock head against her lips. 

She opened her mouth and took the head of his penis in. Oddly she hadn't minded when the old guy had fucked her. It was sort of a mercy fuck, but she found the sergeant's soft dick disgusting.

"Come on, you can take it all in," he complained. "Get me hard."

She opened her mouth wide and took the rest of his penis into her mouth and sucked. She could feel it getting stiffer until it was down her throat. When he was hard she looked up and asked, "How about taking off the handcuffs."

"No I like it better this way." He wiggled his cock in front of her face and she reluctantly took it back between her lips.

Since she was unable to use her hand to stroke his cock it took forever for him to cum. All she could do was bob her head up and down. Her jaw muscles were sore when he finally shot his load into her mouth. After she swallowed and let his cock slide out, she asked, "Can you please take the handcuffs off now?"

"We're not done yet pretty lady," he said nastily.

"God this is awful," she muttered.

"Would you rather go downtown? I can still arrange that you know."

"Let's just get this over with."

"That's my girl." He roughly grabbed her arm and lifted her to a standing position.

"Ouch, be careful."

Ignoring her complaint, he led her into the bedroom and roughly pushed her onto the bed on her stomach. "Here, let's take this off," he said as he opened the cuff on her right wrist.

Marissa assumed that he was finally taking the cuffs off, but instead he pulled the robe down her shoulders and threw it on the floor. Taking her left wrist, he turned her over and snapped the empty cuff to the bed post.

"What are you doing?"

"Just staying in control pretty lady." He grinned at her lasciviously. "Say, would you like a drink? I'd like a drink." Not expecting an answer he turned and left the bedroom. Almost immediately he returned, unhooked the phone next to the bed and set it out of her reach.

In a moment she heard ice dropping into a glass. She tried to pull her hand out of the cuff, but it was too tight. There was nothing she could do so in a small act of defiance she grabbed the bedcover with her free hand and pulled it over her body.

"My, aren't you being modest," he said as he returned to the room. He sat his drink down on the nightstand and started to pull the cover off of her, but she held tight to one corner. This only made him angry and he slapped her.

Marissa looked up at him, stunned, with tears welling in her eyes. "You're forgetting who's in charge here," he said angrily. He pulled the cover off her and picked up his drink. He took a deep breath and seemed to calm down; then sat down at the foot of the bed and watched her while he savored his drink. He casually put a hand on her left foot. "I just love the feeling of stockings don't you?"

She thought about pulling her foot away, but instead she just didn't answer him. His hand stroked her foot and lower leg as he finished his drink.

She closed her eyes tightly shut; willing him to finish and leave. She felt him get up off of the bed and she opened her eyes. He left the room for a minute then returned with a couple of the small liquor bottles from the honor bar.

"This is pretty good whiskey," he said. "Are you sure that you don't want some?" He twisted the cap off of one and poured whiskey into his glass. Next he twisted the cap off of the second bottle. He walked up to the head of the bed. 

Again Marissa closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at him. Suddenly she felt the bottle forced between her lips and whiskey flowed into her mouth. She turned her head, choking. She could feel the cool liquid where it had splashed onto her neck and chest.

"Now, now, you're wasting good whiskey." He leaned over and licked her chest. She shuddered and he laughed. He poured what was left in the bottle onto her stomach and watched it pool in her belly button. Then he placed his hand over her right breast and leaned back over; licking the whiskey off her stomach and out of the indentation of her belly button. 

Looking down at the top of his balding head in disgust, Marissa couldn't help herself as she felt a tingle in her groin and her vagina getting moist while his tongue licked her stomach.

He stood up straight. "Now that's good whiskey," He said and began to undress. Despite her arousal she was overcome by anger. He was standing close to the side of the bed and she thought about kicking him in the balls, but with her hand cuffed to the bed she would still be at his mercy when he recovered. Then he'd probably beat her up before he took her to jail.

When he pulled his pants down, she looked at his fully erect penis and shuddered. He pulled her legs apart and climbed onto the bed between them. "I hope you're on the pill, because I hate using a rubber," he said. Leaning over he again licked her tummy, then moved up to her left breast which was still wet with whiskey.

She closed her eyes as his tongue circled her nipple. She could feel it harden and it made her embarrassed. She felt her groin tingling as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. He slid his tongue up her chest and licked wetness in the hollow of her neck. He covered her mouth with his and she felt the hairs on his chest on her breasts as he lowered himself onto her.

He easily slid into her pussy. Besides her own arousal, it was still wet from her recent sex with the banker, but it didn't seem to bother Barnes at all as he sunk his dick into her.

Marissa tried to lay there unfeeling while he fucked her. But after several minutes she was ashamed when a moan escaped from her lips. God, she couldn't help herself; as he kept pumping she felt an orgasm building. She bit her lip to keep from making a sound, but when the orgasm hit she lifted her lips involuntarily while it ran its course.

He rose up on his elbows so that he could look at her face. "You like that don't you?"

She wanted to spit in his face, but another, smaller orgasm robbed her of her resolve. She turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes closed.

He kept his torso raised up so he could watch her face while he continued sliding his pole in and out. After a few minutes, he moaned loudly and buried himself as far as he could in her pussy while he came. "Oh fuck," he groaned and pushed his groin against her pubic bone.

Although his push was somewhat painful for Marissa, she felt her vagina contracting in another orgasm that milked the sperm from his cock.

Instead of rolling off, he collapsed on top of her and kissed her exposed neck. Then, instead of being satisfied with kissing he began sucking which she knew would leave a hickey. "No, no NO!" she screamed and pushed his head away with her free hand.

"Take it easy. I just wanted to leave you a little reminder of our love making." He grinned evilly. "What's wrong? Don't you want your husband to know that you're turning tricks while you're in Vegas?"

"I told you, I'm not turning tricks."

"Uh huh," he laughed. "Then why'd you agree to have sex with me?"

"I... I just didn't want to get arrested."

"Well it was a wise choice anyhow." He got up off the bed and walked naked into the bathroom.

"Hey, how about taking the handcuffs off," she hollered after him. She heard him peeing in the toilet and then it flushed. She expected him to come back and unshackle him, but instead she heard the shower door open and the water turned on. "HEY SERGEANT, COME ON!" she hollered. He ignored her.

Marissa was getting chilly and realized that she was lying in a wet spot from all of the secretions from her pussy. She moved to a different spot and covered herself with the bed cover.

He took a nice long shower and when he finally walked back into the bedroom, drying his hair with a towel she again asked, "Please take this thing off of me," and she rattled the handcuff on the bedpost. He just smiled down at her and began dressing.

He took his time and walked out into the living room. "Sergeant," she pleaded. She heard a lighter snap and he came back in, cigarette smoke trailing from his mouth. She looked up at him hopefully.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette. "This is a nonsmoking room," she said.

He laughed and replied, "Like I give a fuck."

The cigarette dangling from his mouth, he walked over and pulled the cover off of her again and stroked her left breast. He took another drag and said, "I just want to remember you lying here naked and freshly fucked." 

His hand moved to the other breast. He laughed and leaned over and kissed her. She turned her face to the side. He tasted like cigarettes. "Well I'm sorry to tell you but I have to go. Maybe next time I'll fuck you in the ass. You'd like that wouldn't you?"




Marissa Ch. 04



He laughed again. "I'm going to leave the key to the cuffs on the coffee table. I'll call your boss to come and release you."

"My boss?"

"Yeah, you know Rocky, your pimp."

"You're a bastard."

"That's pretty funny coming from a woman who's fucking men behind her husband's back." He looked down at her with a big smile. "And make sure that you tell Rocky to return the cuffs to me. I'll see you next time." 

He turned and started to walk out of the room, then turned and added, "Oh and say hello to your husband for me." He laughed. He was still laughing when she heard the door to the suite closing.

An hour later she heard the door opening again. "Marissa?" said a female voice.

Alexandria walked into the bedroom. "Oh shit," she exclaimed.

"The key's on the coffee table," Melissa said.

Alexandria returned with the key, sat down near the head of the bed and uncuffed her wrist. Marissa massaged her wrist and curled up into a ball, crying. Alex gathered her to chest and said, "It's okay. It's over."

Alex held her for several minutes and then Marissa said, "I need a shower." She gathered the bedcover around herself, got up and walked into the bathroom.

When Marissa came out of the bathroom, Alexandria was waiting for her. "Would you like something to calm your nerves?" asked Alex.

Without a moment's hesitation, Marissa said, "No thank you." She paused for a moment. "Alex I think that I need to go back to my husband and just be a web designer."

"Honey, are you sure? If you stick with us you'll be rich in a couple of years."

"Maybe, if I don't end up in jail or a junkie first."

**********

Later that evening Terry and Alexandria discussed what to do about Marissa. "Where is she now?" he asked.

"She's on her way back to San Diego."

"Shit. I have another date lined up for her tomorrow."

"I can take her date."

"We could show her the videos we've made of her having sex with the johns in the suite." He seemed lost in thought and didn't seem to be listening to Alex. "If we threaten to show them to her husband, or..."

Alex interrupted. "Maybe we should let her go Terry. I kind of like her."

He looked at her surprised. "You gettin soft on me?" She shrugged. He smiled. "Well we'll see. We can let her go for now."