Chapter 8
The next time Helen saw her husband it was early the following morning. She groaned grumpily when she felt him pushing her over to make room in the bed. When she opened her eyes and realized how discouraged and exhausted Ray looked, she pushed herself up in bed and pulled him into her arms. She felt a trifle guilty. Things had suddenly been reversed between them. Now it was she who was enjoying Las Vegas so much, and Ray who was feeling blue.
"What's the matter, honey?"
"Ah ... nothing...." He closed his eyes and pretended to be falling asleep. At last his conscience seemed to get to him and he looked up into the concerned face of his wife. "I lost it, Helen ... almost everything I'd won. Now I'm back to only two hundred dollars again."
The redhead felt a tremor of hope. Maybe now her husband would give up his gaming and spend the rest of the vacation enjoying his wife. The delusion did not stay with her for long. "Don't worry though, honey. I've got something else up my sleeve."
"What, Ray?" Her voice was flat, uninterested.
"I met a guy at the tables last night. Says he can get me into an exclusive poker game down the street. Poker always was my best game. I'm sure I can get myself back up there if I just get myself good and ready. So...." He looked apologetically at his wife. " ... I hope you understand, honey. I'm not feeling very sexy. I know you must be getting awful horny, but sometimes it's like this when I get myself all worked up in my game."
Helen felt a little contemptuous of the man who had promised her a new dawning in their sex life and had given her only a lot of time on her hands. It had been time, she had to admit, that she had put to good use. But she felt a touch of sadness that she had to get what she needed from boys she did not even know. She was angry with her husband for making her the way she was. "That's okay, Ray. You earned your vacation. You're doing what you want to do with it."
"Why don't you come down and watch me play tonight, honey? I don't think the boys would mind ... on second thought, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea after all." His face brightened. "Why don't you catch one of the big shows tonight? After all, the company's paying. We may as well get the most out of it."
She stared at the big man as if he had lost his marbles. "I'm sure I'm going to go to something like that all by myself! You don't have to think up things for me to do, Ray. I'm good at entertaining myself."
"I know you are, honey. You do whatever you want to do. I want you to have a good time!"
He was starting to fall asleep. Helen wanted to kick him and scream at him for being a selfish bastard. He wanted her to have a good time! It didn't seem to have occurred to him that part of her having a good time might involve having him there! "I'll have a good time, Ray. Don't you worry."
As he started to snore, Helen reminisced about her past couple of days' adventures with the bellhops. Her anger quickly abated. She began to wonder if it really was important for her to have her husband with her. The experiences with the boys had taught her a lot about herself and about the kind of pleasure there was to be found for those who searched. She began to get excited about the thought that her husband would be gone most of the night. There would be nothing to prevent her setting up another adventure for herself.
She took a long hot shower and got dressed. It had been a couple of days since she had been out of the hotel room. Some fresh air was in order.
She was admiring jewelry in a shop window when someone came up behind her and laid a hand on her hip. She turned quickly, startled and annoyed that some stranger had decided to take liberties with her. Her assailant turned out to be the boy who had fucked her the day before.
"Hi ... how you doing? Remember me?" He seemed more shy than he had been the day before. Helen realized she presented a more formidable appearance in her stylish suit than she did squirming naked in bed. The boy could not be so sure of her when he could not see what she wanted.
"Of course, I remember you." She smiled, but not too broadly. She was enjoying the effect she was having on the young bellhop. "How are you?"
The boy grew chatty. "I'm fine, thanks to you. Wow, you really knocked my socks off last night, Mrs. Thomas."
"How did you learn my name?" She was not sure she liked that. It made her feel less secure.
"Looked it up in the register. Hope you don't mind. I was thinking about you so much, I just had to know. My name's Tony."
She was about to scold him about what bad manners it would be to spread her name around. It was one thing to be just "the sexy lady in 602." It would be something else to become known as Mrs. Thomas, the woman who screws around behind her husband's back. But the boy looked so innocent of any intention to harass her, she weakened. "Well, it's nice to know you're Tony. I've been thinking about you, too."
"I was telling a friend of mine about you. How wonderful you are. He's a young guy, just new here...." He paused anxiously, sizing her up. Trying to decide what he could get away with. "I was wondering if I could bring him up sometime to meet you."
Helen's heart started to beat fast. It was clear what the boy was suggesting. He was asking her if she would fuck two bellhops at once. The idea seemed incredibly lewd, incredibly perverted. Yet, even as she stood there in her stylish suit, looking like a cool mature woman so much older and more established in life than the boy, her cunt began to throb. She was turned on by the thought of taking this boy and his friend, and using them both to satisfy her wanton, shameless libido.
Still, she was afraid to say, "Yes." She knew instinctively that if she agreed to such a depraved act, she would sink one rung lower into a raunchy, hedonistic world. If she continued on her path of self-indulgence, sooner or later there would have to come a showdown. It was that she feared. Having to make a choice between one lifestyle and another. The hot throbbing in her cunt told her she was going to take the risk.
"I'm going to be alone all evening. Why don't you and your friend come by about seven, if that would be convenient?" The contrast between her formal invitation and the object of the invitation made her quiver with excitement. She knew the glow in the boy's eyes reflected her own wide-eyed eagerness.
"See you later then, Mrs. Thomas."
"See you later, Tony." It pleased her that the boy had not gone so far as to try to call her by her first name. There was still a distance between them-a distance that became totally artificial in the light of their relationship as lovers. But still she liked the respect in the formal form of address. She was still the lady. Tony and his friend were the boys who would drop by to serve her needs.
The jewelry she had been admiring suddenly lost its interest for Helen. She grew impatient for the evening to begin.
Before he left his poker game, Ray got his wife to suck his cock. For good luck, he said. Helen was angry at first that he would try to use her for a quickie before deserting her for the evening. But as she knelt bobbing her head up and down over his rigid cock, she began to respond to the thrilling depravity of her situation. Sucking her husband's cock before he left would get her pussy nice and wet for the arrival of the boys later on. Her servile position was turning her on!
She was kneeling between Ray's thighs. He was all dressed and ready to go to his game. He had pulled his cock from his pants as a last inspiration .before leaving. Helen gazed up at him as her lips nibbled the bloated tip of his cock. She could see his arousal had already made him red in the face. He was in a hurry for his pleasure. He was rutting his cock into her throat urgently. From experience, Helen knew that when Ray went at it that hard, he did not last long.
"Jeez, honey ... you give great head! I'm going to hate to leave you, you sexy bitch ... uuuuuuuhh, yeah, suck it, baby!"
Again Helen's hackles started to rise. He was going to hate to leave her, in a pig's eye! As soon as he had the cards in his hand, it would be as if he didn't even have a wife. But what the hell, she thought recklessly. She was going to get her own thrills out of her debased position. She would suck her husband's cock. She would give him something to think about, if only for a few minutes! And she would get her cunt nice and wet from the sheer depravity of her feverish abandon.
Faster and faster her head rose and fell over her husband's iron-hard cock. Her tongue stabbed the sensitive underside on the down-glide. Her lips nibbled the tip when they rose to the top of his cock. Her fingertips stroked his full balls.
"Uuuuhhh ... Christ, do it, woman! Suck my cock, bitch!" The fever was high in Ray's blood. He had the excitement of the game to look forward to. And he had his wife's hot talented mouth to give him a rousing send-off. Already he knew it was going to be a great night. Already he knew luck would be with him!
Calling her "bitch" to egg her on in her efforts was an indicator of how far gone Ray was in his excitement. It was a term he did not often apply to his wife. But she looked so wanton, so sexy kneeling before him, her ripe tits bobbing as she sucked. Her full pink lips were wrapped so lovingly around his throbbing cock. Her tongue thrilled him at just the right places at the right moments to push him ever closer to his climax.
He called her "bitch" because he admired her sexual energy, her beauty. He regretted that he had had so little time to spend with his wife during their vacation. But he knew she understood his gambling was for both of them. He was trying to make money to get them a bigger, better house. Besides, he was enjoying himself, and it had been so long since he had allowed himself the luxury of gambling.
"Uuuuhhh...." When she reached under and took each of his balls in turn into her mouth, Ray knew he was a goner. He felt the heat of passion capture him, and an instant later his roiling love-juices were pumping into her mouth. His redheaded wife swallowed his cum down greedily, groaning in satisfaction when she had the last of the load safely stowed in her belly. "Oooohh, baby," he murmured, as he gently pulled his cock from her mouth and tucked it into his pants.
"What a sweet soft cock!"
"Wasn't so soft, was it, beautiful, before you got your sweet lips on it? You're a good woman, Helen. See you later, baby." He kissed his wife good-bye, convinced that his sexy faithful wife would be waiting for him when he got back from his thrilling game of chance.
Helen had a half-hour before the boys would show up. She admired herself in the mirror-her lush firm tits, her shapely hips and ass, her curly mane of red hair-as she carefully applied makeup to her face. She even painted a little rouge on her nipples, to highlight their rosy allure. When she was done with her preparations, she slipped on a sheer black nightie. Admiring the effect in the mirror, she decided nothing else would be necessary to get the boys in the mood. She looked good. Mighty good. And she felt even better.
Her cunt was wet and ready.