We had just finished a great meal at a steak house in Atlantic City along with a bottle of good wine. My wife looked great, like always. She was wearing the short red skirt that I loved because it showed off her great legs, along with a low-cut print blouse that allowed a good view of her 36D’s and slender hips. She was not a big drinker, but tonight she held her own with me. She was a little tipsy as we left the restaurant and headed onto the casino floor. We did not have a good night gambling so we decided to hang out for a while at the bar located in the center of the casino. She had another glass or two of wine and I commented on how great she looked. “Please,” she said, “I’m over 48. I never look great anymore.” Of course I disagreed and a friendly argument ensued with kidding back and forth. “You can have any man in here if you wanted to,” I said. Finally, I offered her a wager. “I’ll leave you at the bar for 15 minutes, and I bet someone will try to pick you up.” Perhaps it was the wine, or maybe she was just hot from the conversation, but she agreed. “What do I win if no one does?” she asked. “Whatever you want,” I replied. “What about you? What do you win?” “Whatever I want,” I answered. She laughed and said, “This could get interesting.” I left her at the bar and positioned myself outside where I could still see her, but she could not see me. I waited.
It didn’t take long. Within 5 minutes a tall gentleman dressed in jeans came and sat next to her. He appeared about 10 years younger than her and in good shape. After a minute or two he struck up a conversation. I could not hear what they were talking about, but there was quite a few smiles and laughter between them. He then whispered something in her ear and while leaning over put his hand on her leg just above the knee. To my amazement, she did not remove it and they continued talking. After a minute or so longer she excused herself and got up to leave. As she did so, he also rose and again whispered something in her ear and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She left the bar area and headed onto the casino floor. I met up with her pretending to be walking back to the bar. “How did it go?” Her reply was short, “You win.” “Tell me about it,” I asked. She gave me a brief description of events, leaving out the kiss, and said, “I can’t believe he tried to pick me up. He has to be 10 years younger than me and could have had one of the younger girls there if he wanted.” “I guess you looked better,” was the only reply I had. “Or hornier,” she answered with a chuckle. “Where you tempted?” I asked jokingly. “Not with you coming back in a few minutes,” she laughed. I told her, “I could have waited a while longer if you wanted me to.” She laughed again and asked, “Well, you won the bet. What do you want?” My answer was quick. “I want you to go back to the bar and flirt with him again,” I replied. “You can’t be serious!” “Of course I’m serious. You lost the bet and that is what I want. I want you to sit with him again and I’ll sit on the opposite side of the bar and watch.” It seemed to finally dawn on her that all the fantasies I’ve told her about while making love were not just fantasies. I truly wanted them to happen. She looked shocked and a little scared but I thought this great an opportunity might never present itself again. Finally she told me, “I’ll sit with him and flirt for a while, but that’s it! Then you can take me up to our room and fuck me because by then I’ll need it.”
She reentered the bar first and I followed far enough behind her so that he would not know we were together. He was still sitting in the same chair and she sat down next to him. I heard him say as I walked by them towards the other side of the bar, “So did you reconsider?” She laughed. I sat down where I would have a good view of them but unfortunately I could not hear the conversation with all the noise and music in the background. They made small talk for a while and then he again kissed her on the cheek. She looked directly at me and smiled, and she returned the kiss, this time on the lips. I couldn’t believe it. My always faithful wife was kissing another man right in front of me. I always wondered what would happen if my fantasy came true. Would I feel jealousy and anger, or would I be aroused? I now knew my answer. I had to reposition myself on the chair to hide my erection. They continued talking. His hands were below the bar so I could not see them, but I could tell he was rubbing her leg or thigh. She leaned in and kissed him harder and longer and her hand disappeared below the bar. I was sure she was returning the rubbing. After each kiss she would stare directly at me for a moment, perhaps daring me to stop her. But I didn’t. I was enjoying the show too much. Following the longest kiss yet she got up from the bar and headed outside. I followed her disappointed that she was done but also incredibly turned on. She walked toward the bathroom and out of view of the bar. When I caught up to her she said, “Well, do you want your fantasy? He invited me back to his room. I told him I would think about it but I had to use the restroom first. It’s up to you. I can just disappear with you up to our room, or I can go back to the bar and then his room. What will it be?” My emotions were torn. I had always wanted this but when confronted with the reality I hesitated. I asked her, “What do you want to do?” But she would not allow me to put the decision back on her. “It’s up do you,” she said. “But make up your mind fast because I need someone to fuck me soon.” I felt confused, guilty and ashamed, but I could not pass up this opportunity. “Go for it,” I replied. “Okay. I’ll see you back in our room later,” she said as she headed for the bar.
I did not leave the casino floor, but I also did not follow her back to the bar. I felt too ashamed. A few minutes later I saw them leave the bar arm in arm and head for the elevators. I watched in confusion as the elevator doors opened and they stepped inside. They were kissing as the doors closed. I headed for our room upstairs and began the wait. I kept questioning myself. Did I do the right thing? How will I feel when it is over? Will she be angry? There was nothing I could do but wait. After two hours or so I heard the door to the room open. I was lying in bed still awake, naked and hard. She turned on the lights and I looked at her. Her hair was a mess and I could tell she had not bothered to put her bra back on. “How was it,” I asked. “Nice,” was her one word answer. “Tell me about it.” She leaned over the bed and kissed me deep and long. I could taste him in my mouth. “Can you taste him?” she asked. “I know you like it when I kiss you after sucking you off so I thought you would like it now. He was very good. He took his time and was very gentle. He was also very big, if you know what I mean. I wasn’t sure it would fit!” She laughed and continued. “First we kissed and caressed each other. I could feel his cock through his pants. He felt huge! Then he slowly worked his way down my neck to my breasts. I was so excited I practically ripped my blouse and bra off to let him suck my nipples with his tongue and mouth. The skirt came next. Then we walked over to the bed and he laid me down. He still had his clothes on. His lips went from my breasts, to my stomach and then to my cunt. He was incredible. His tongue was like his cock, extremely long, and he really reached up into me. He even tongue-fucked my asshole while finger-fucking my cunt. I came in just a few minutes. I don’t know if I have ever cum that hard! I told him it was time to return the favor. I removed his shirt and he kicked his pants off. I got my first look at his cock. I followed what he had done, starting at his neck and working my way down. When I finally got to his cock I tried to swallow as much as I could, but didn’t have too much luck. So I started sucking the head while working my hands along the length. I could feel him start to swell so I cupped and squeezed his balls. He came a ton. I couldn’t swallow all of it, but I tried! We lay together for a while and kissed and cuddled and suddenly I could feel it poking me again. I was shocked how quickly he recovered.”
By now I was stroking myself listening to her story. She looked down and said “You really get off by hearing how I had sex with another man.? Who could have imagined.” “Did you fuck him,” I asked. “Of course,” she replied. “We did it everyway imaginable. He lasted for what seemed forever. First we did it with me on my back. Then we did it doggie style. Finally I rode him till he came. I must have cum five times by then. Afterwards we exchanged numbers and I came back to our room.” I pulled her down to the bed. I had to fuck her, but she stopped me. “I’m too sore now. Why don’t you just eat me and then I’ll return the favor.” I started to go down on her, but suddenly it hit me. Was she full of his cum? I was not sure I was ready for that. “Did he use a condom?” I asked. “Yes, I was afraid to let him cum in me. Sorry.” Now I dove down and began to lick, maybe a little disappointed. She was still incredibly wet and sticky, and her cunt looked stretched and swollen. After a few minutes she told me, “I don’t think I can cum again. Maybe I’m just too tired.” My ego was deflated but I needed to cum too badly to care. I moved up to the top of the bed near her head and began to fuck her mouth. She let me it, but didn’t really do much to help, just an occasional tongue. Finally I began to moan and she knew I was about to come. She shifted positions and finished me with her hand. I came all over her breasts. “What happened?” I asked. “You let him cum in your mouth but make me pull out?” “I swallowed enough cum for tonight,” she laughed. Then she suddenly changed demeanor and purred in my ear, “Can you do me a small favor? Can you suck on my tits while I masturbate? I think I’m ready to cum again.” I went to wipe my cum off her breasts with the sheet, but she stopped me. “I want you to clean me with your tongue. It’s sexier.” I was disgusted, but I had no choice. She rubbed her clit while I sucked and cleaned her breasts. When she was finally done she got out of bed to clean up. Chuckling she said, “I could get used to this!”
Just a fantasy, but we are going to Atlantic City next month…