Darcie gets fooled again, in a good way
Part 2 of Darcie's journey
I've re-written and heavily edited my first version of this story, Donna Gets Fooled Again. The name of the wife was changed from Donna to Darcie to reflect the changes.
Hopefully it will read better than the first one as I've done away with the changing perspectives.
It was an experiment that just did not work as well as I thought it would.
If you are a Donnie Downer and don't like wife-sharing stories, save yourself an hour and go ahead and give the story a 1.
Hate to see people waste their time.
Darcie pushed the button on the slot machine once again. The flashing lights and ringing sounds joined together as a chorus that soothed her with their ambient rhythms. She felt relaxed and happy doing one of the things she loved best, but her luck had not been so good this trip to the Indian casino. Normally by this time of the night she expected to be up several hundred dollars with a pocket full of receipts to cash in the next day. She was that good on Indian slot machines. Part of her good luck was the ability to see patterns in the payouts and knowing which machines had paid off for her in the past.. But just like fishing, sometimes there are fish, but no matter what you cast to them, they weren't biting. Her luck was about to change though, in a way she could not have anticipated.
An attractive, green eyed shapely redhead slid into the cushioned chair in front of the machine beside her. Darcie admired the cute black, one piece party dress the woman was wearing. It revealed and accented her sexy legs and breasts and seemed a little overdressed for a casino. "
Probably just left the concert
," she decided. They spoke a few times after Darcie politely introduced herself and got acquainted, while discussing their fortunes that evening and current lack of success on the machines. Her new friend Laura was enjoyably chatty, but of course, so was Darcie, especially when the subject was gambling.
"I say we go have a drink and wait for some 'Luck" to arrive, because these games aren't working for us right now," Laura said as she pushed her chair away the losing game. As she rotated her chair around to stand, more of her light colored thighs were exposed to Darcie's approving eyes.
Darcie agreed with her new friend and laughed. She was losing too. "Yep, you may be right. I think this stupid machine needs a bit more of someone else's money before it burps up for me. I'm not much of a drinker, but I need a break and a glass of wine might be nice. Gilly's OK?" It was close by and the only place open that time of night. Laura grabbed her purse and cashed out what she had left in the machine.
Together they rose from their seats and walked away leaving their wampum in the machines for the local tribes "welfare." Darcie examined Laura a little closer as she followed behind.. Long silky auburn hair was the first thing she noticed, a natural color similar to her own, but curly, with curls that framed her creamy skinned cherub like face that was bit round but pleasing none the less. Her silky smooth black dress ended well above the knees and flowed around a shapely seductive body.
Bill would like that butt!
she thought, knowing her husband's tastes. The low cut of the dress accented Laura's large inviting breasts. Her creamy white legs that flowed up her skirt, joining a nicely shaped rear that must attract a lot of male attention. Her waist was nicely shaped and looked toned.
"She must work out,"
Darcie mused.
"Then of course, so do I.
If I dressed like that, I bet I would look just as hot!"
It occurred to her that the two of them must look somewhat alike. Except for slight differences in their faces and style of dress, one could assume they were related.
"Wouldn't Bill get a kick out of having the two of us at the same time?"
She smiled to herself and happy lines crossed her friendly face to match a crimson blush so common for a natural redhead like her. Sexual possibilities had been on her mind a lot since Bill and Jim surprised her that night in Fort Worth a few weeks ago.
"Maybe I might like that too!"
The carnal musing had her tingling.
"Maybe I'll call Bill later and tease him about meeting Laura..."
Darcie trailed behind her new friend, unable to walk beside her due to the crowd. As she followed her to Gilly's she caught the male eyes that were steeling looks at Laura's butt motion as they passed. The stares always seemed to land on the silky black bum in front of her that showed no panty lines
. "Really? No underwear?
I'm not brave enough for that yet, not usually anyway"
She flushed again, remembering that night she walked into a hotel in Fort Worth with Jim braless and horny while her husband parked the car. The casino was always so cold inside that most people bundled up like her when they played.
"I wish I had the courage to dress like that in public, especially for Bill, He would really like that.
I would have to slap his hands constantly to keep them off me.
Not to mention how horney he would get from all the men staring at me and hitting on me."
When Bill shared her with Jim, it taught her a new understanding what really turned her husband on. He really enjoyed other men wanting, looking at her with desire, maybe even fucking her, as long as he could watch and enjoy her afterwards! She smiled at her own erotic thoughts, imagining her husband watching her while she walked with him, commando in a short dress, trying to hide his erection as men stared lustfully at her unencumbered swaying butt.
Laura picked a dark corner, shielded somewhat from spectators walking around and the loud thump of the DJ's speakers on the dance floor. That suited Darcie because wanted to talk and hoped get to know her new friend better.
"Great redheads think alike,"
she mused.
"Nice! A pair of redheaded bookends!" their waiter exclaimed as he approached their table. Indeed, maybe they were. The similar size of their breasts, shapely bodies, and smooth creamy skin could easily lead someone to think they might be sisters. "What will it be, young ladies?"
"Cab for me. House brand is o.k.," Darcie answered. Laura wanted something a bit stronger and asked for a top shelf Margarita. With their drinks in hand, the girls chatted a while, sharing their bad luck and what machines might pay better. Loosened up from the wine and conversation, Darcie finally had to ask, "Aren't you cold?" "
Oops!
Now she knows I know!".
and blushed again, having made her friend aware that her missing panties weren't a secret
.
"Oh, yes, I'm freezing. But I do it for Jim. He gets a kick out of it."
"Who do you mean? Your husband? He isn't here, is he?" Darcie look around, perplexed. "If he isn't here and can't see you, how can you be doing it for him?" Just saying such a familiar name sent more tingles up her legs as it triggered even more passionate memories from a night not long ago. She was sure her face was beet red.
"I'll blame it on the wine if she notices..."
Laura smiled, her face was a matching tint now. Blushing was a reflex most redheads shared and couldn't control very well.. It made them bad liars. "I send him pictures of where I am and what I'm doing. He
