For those enjoyed my initial story and wanted another chapter, and for those hated the open ending, here is the next part of Happy Anniversary in Vegas.
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"Okay, now will you finally tell me everything that happened."
The voice from the kitchen was Jana, a pretty younger woman that worked with my wife Alex for about five years, and we've both become very close with. I woke up on Sunday to an empty bed almost two months to the day I returned from our Vegas trip from hell. Alex returned about four days later than me... I had a tee time booked an hour earlier, but had trouble falling asleep and decided to cancel my alarm. I heard voices downstairs and quietly came down into the living room, and decided to eavesdrop when I heard what was being discussed.
"You want to know what's essentially killed our marriage and why everyday I take a deep breath checking the mail expecting to find divorce papers?" said my wife in tired tone.
"That bad?"
"You're probably the person who knows both of us best, Jana, you tell me. I told you how it's felt routine in the sheets for a while. We make out a bit, and I mean a bit, then Mike goes down on me, and after I climb on top reverse cowgirl and finish. Either he finishes during that or I jerk him. That's literally every sexual episode for the last three years I had, except, you know..."
My fist clenched. What was the 'you know...'? After Vegas, I was positive that wasn't the first time she's cheated on me. Did Jana know all along?
Alex continued, "So, it was basically the same race to orgasm. Yes, it felt good because we've always both came, but I wasn't getting in the mood as much because it wasn't as fulfilling - if that makes sense. Vegas was going to be us reconnecting sexually; I went there to make love and fuck my husband as much as possible in those five days.
"Of course, in typical Mike fashion, he was ready as soon as we got to the room. I still had jetlag and wasn't ready at that moment. However, it seemed like he didn't want to touch me after I turned him down then. Maybe I wasn't clear that it was literally 'not now,' but definitely later.
"We went out for a dinner and a show. I purposely wore no panties to fool around at both, but he didn't get the hint. Probably didn't even notice. I even picked an erotic show to get us in the mood - though it was more gross than sexy. I thought, maybe he was feeling too uptight so I wanted to stop get drinks before going back to the room so I could hump his brains out.
"I was already feeling no pain when Marcus Deck "The Wreck" came in with his entourage. Huge crush on him since whenever."
The pitch of Jana's voice went a little higher as she said, "No way! You were in the bar with DJ Wreck?"
"Yes, he called himself that."
"Come on, he's becoming a name in hip-hop - probably the biggest non-black rapper since Eminem. Grind on the D? Got to know that one."
"Jana, you know I just like my country and football. Wreck was a huge college player when I was younger and I completely geeked out. Mike didn't seem interested in him - or me. I went to get his autograph and asked for a picture. One of his guys took the picture with my phone and must have gotten my number before handing it back because... I'll get to that.
"Anyway, he was so charming and, fuck, what a body. I'm rarely attracted to shorter men - especially that short - but his arms and chest were so chiseled. As I said, I was half-cut, so when he started flirting a bit I went along with it. I figured it would make Mike jealous and notice what he had. Anyway we did a shot and went to the dance floor. He popped a pill and asked if I wanted to dance with Molly. It was Vegas and I was dancing with a celebrity so I figured what the hell."
"Shit, Alex. Molly? You did X - it's called the love-drug for a reason. What the fuck were you thinking... Oh, fuck! That's you in the video."
There was a pause and I heard Alex sigh loudly, like she needed a moment. "Things felt weird. I remember what I was doing, but not really like I had control. The dancing got really intimate really fast. The floor was crowded by then; he was grabbing my ass - under my dress with no panties - and we started making out. He pulled me off to the side and while we kissed, he reached under my dress and fingered me. I was already so turned on at that point that my brain was off.
"He asked if this was the craziest thing I've done in my life. I said that once I went in a handstand and sucked a guy off in college at a party. Not exactly true, it was boyfriend at the time and only in front of my roommate. He said, bullshit and I went and did a handstand right there in no panties. He got out his cock and... you saw the clip. It was only for about twenty seconds, but that was because someone could see us not because I wanted to stop at the moment. No clue it was filmed until later."
The video was the painful reminder of Alex's infidelity and was the big buzz in entertainment news. A ten second grainy clip in dim light of DJ Wreck with a woman upside down in front of him, held up by each leg by his goons, while she obviously was going down on him. Deck notices being filmed and gave her a lick between the legs before looking right in the camera and winking. You couldn't see her face, thank God, but I knew it was her and that was bad enough.
"Shit, sweetie, no wonder. Mike caught you?"
"Not then... He arrived about two minutes after when we composed ourselves. Wreck was trying to talk me into joining him in his room when Mike came. I was so horny and still stoned that all I wanted to do was fuck Mike, but he wouldn't. I thought he was jealous over the dancing, so I was mad at him."
"You were mad," said Jana. Her voice was noticeably colder.
"I gave up and we went to sleep. I think I was still under the effects when I received a text a few hours later. Mike was already sleeping. Wreck invited me to go swimming at our hotel pool. Said the view from of Vegas from the pool was unbelievable. I should've questioned how he knew our hotel, or my number, but... I went. Outside the door to women's changing room was a Morgan Fritz bikini - for me.
"Those cost half a grand and there's hardly anything to them! I don't think I can hear this..."
"Please, Jana. I need to tell someone. If felt like I was wearing string; my areola weren't even fully covered. Anyway, Wreck was in the hot tub - nude as soon I found out -with champagne and his guys standing watch. One took my clothes and purse and I got into the tub. I took another Molly and next thing, I'm straddling him, kissing, and feeling him enter me - just the tip penetrating my pussy. I knew I crossed the line then..."
"Then?"
"Really crossed the line. I stopped it there, dried, changed and put the suit in my purse. I went back to my husband fully intending to make it up to him. Wreck kept texting wanting to show me the town, but I ignored him. Thing was, Mike was basically ignoring me too. I all but pleaded with him at breakfast to do something with me and he refused. So, I responded to Wreck and joined him at the private top-optional pool at his hotel. We drank did more Molly, kissed, and... and I went to his room."
"Alexandra?"
Alex's voice got a little choked up, so she must have been crying. "I fucked up so bad, Jana. I went through with it. And the stupid fucking thing about it, it wasn't that good. It was just the idea of fucking a football star and the drugs that made me excited enough for me to come. And then the worse part is I found out the asshole had let Mike know about us fooling around in the club. That's why Mike was so cold to me. And, and he had his fucking men restrain Mike in the closet and forced him to watch us together. He watched the whole thing and heard me say things I never should have said. Things I didn't really mean, but was just going with my whole football star fantasy.
"After I knew what was happening, I ran to Mike, feeling so fucking bad. Wreck kept egging him on - even said he'd pay for our divorce. Mike pulled a gun out of the guy's jacket. I think he was going to shoot himself - or me, but it was just one of those novelty lighters. Mike threw it at Wreck and said that he wasn't serious about paying for the divorce, which of course he wasn't, and left.
"Mike was gone when I got back to the room. I think he went home; we didn't really talk about it. I spent the rest of my time stuck in our hotel room getting drunk and feeling sorry for myself. Since we've been back, Mike's shown no emotion to me. Not mad. Nothing. Acting like nothing happened, except no interest in me physically. A few weeks ago, I surprised him in the shower for a BJ, and I couldn't even make him hard. He stopped me and walked out without a word."
"You stupid bitch!"
"Jana?"
"Fuck, Alexandra! You have the most amazing man. Successful, great father, super handsome and you do that to him. Tell him about us. I'm not being another one of your dirty secrets."
"Please, it was one time. We both said it would never happen again..."
"Tell him or I will."
I walked into the kitchen. Alex's eyes were red holding a tissue in one hand and coffee in the other.
Jana looked at me like she pitied me. "Mike, I'm so sorry. Honestly, I wanted to tell you as soon as it happened. When you went on that trip and we had a girl's night to see the male strippers in town, Alex and I ended up in bed together. It was one time, but I'm sorry, for that, and... Sorry, I'm not sure I can be here now."
She walked out the house without as much as a glance at my wife and drove off. Alex sat and stared at her coffee. She looked rough, bags under her eyes wearing a robe over the ragged shirt she slept in and beige granny panties. Our son and daughter were at sleepovers, which was for the best. I'm sure they were noticing the tension between us.
I poured myself a black coffee and sat down where Jana sat. Her half-finished coffee looked still warm in front of me.
"So, tell me about you and Jana."
"Mike, I..."
"Please tell me. I finally got to hear your version of Vegas. I want to know about this."
"How much did you hear?" she asked softly, still staring at her cup.
"Everything, I believe. Tell me, I want to know. Why it happened and what happened."
Alex's trembling hand picked up her coffee and she took a sip and then cradled it in front of her. "It was like she said, that night we went out to the girl's night at The Saloon and they brought in these strippers."
I nodded. I knew about that night. Neither of us had ever had an issue with the other going to see strippers - nor watching porn for that matter. At one time, we'd enjoy doing both together - at least her watching female strippers with me.
She chuckled, though it looked like she was ready to cry again. "They weren't that great to be honest. Not much better physique than you now and not great dancers, but Jana and I were doing shots and yelling like we were horny teenagers at them. Kind of an inside joke between us. Of course, the strippers didn't know and were giving us all this attention - especially since we were tipping. I slapped their ass putting money in their g-strings and took a picture of Jana with two of the cuter ones with them each grabbing a boob."
I saw that picture. Unlike my tall slender wife, Jana was shorter and curvier with big natural breasts. A paler complexion Kim K build with shoulder length blond hair and just as amazing legs as my wife had. They both did yoga and worked out together several times a week. In the picture, Jana was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a tight low cut blouse showing a ton of cleavage with two oiled up guys in g-strings getting a big handful of each breast.
