"Seven out!" The dealer called and the table first groaned, then exploded in applause. My wife of sixteen years, Jamie, had just gone on an epic stretch as the shooter at a Vegas craps table, hitting 12 points in a row and forcing three dealer changes over the last ninety minutes.
The majority of the table asked to color up all at once, and Jamie and I did as well. I was up about $300, as my strategy was to only ever bet the pass. Jamie looked to be up twelve or thirteen hundred, having been led into taking some more risks as her streak went on from the man to her right.
Given the number of $100 chips I could see him stacking for the dealer to color up, I quickly guessed that he was up over ten grand, and had probably lost two thousand when Jamie finally crapped out He'd had chips placed all over the table when she rolled that fateful seven.
A man in a suit from the casino was talking with him, and I saw him nodding and then signing something. As Jamie's chips were taken by the dealer and counted, he leaned over to my wife and I.
"Guess they don't want me gambling anymore tonight, they just offered me complimentary bottle service and a VIP booth at Tao. Seeing as you're responsible for my winnings, I thought I'd ask you both to join me."
"Oh," my wife said, "thanks but we're not much for the clubs."
"Me neither," he replied with a charming grin, "but it would be a shame to waste it. How about you come for a drink, and then you get back to your evening."
Jamie turned to me now, and I saw a sparkle in her blue eyes that I knew meant she wanted to go.
"Never gotten the VIP treatment before," I said, "could be fun to go for a drink or two."
Her smile told me that I'd chosen wisely, and she turned back to the man.
"We'll take you up on that offer, I'm Jamie, this is my husband Mark."
"I'm Winston, pleasure to meet you both."
Another casino suit came up to Winston now and motioned for us to follow him. We grabbed our pile of chips and followed.
***
We'd both taken that Friday off to start the four hour drive to Vegas from LA early in the morning rather than try to fight traffic in the evening. My sister Hollie was watching the kids for the weekend, happy to have a few days by our pool on a beautiful June weekend and keep an eye on her 13 and 8 year old niece and nephew.
It had been a couple of years since we'd taken a weekend for just ourselves, and in the weeks leading up to the trip our sex life had already begun to pick up from the anticipation of two nights without having to worry about waking the kids.
Just the morning before, Jamie had surprised me by coming into the shower while I was getting ready for work. I'd been washing my hair when the curtain opened and I saw her 5' 8" body come in to join me.
"Well good morning," I said to her, admiring as always her gorgeous, large, full breasts, perfectly curved tummy and the small patch of blonde hair between her legs.
"Good morning," she replied and slipped down to her knees in front of me, taking my already stiffening cock into her hand. "Decided I couldn't wait until Vegas to do this."
Her mouth engulfed my cock, and I sank my hands into her curly, thick blonde locks. She looked up at me with her deep blue eyes as I felt her tongue tickle along the underside of my shaft as she started to hum.
"Oh god, Jamie, I love it when you do that," I sighed as she took me deeper, the head of my dick just reaching her throat. Not five minutes later, I was cumming in her mouth, which she spit out to let drain down with the shower water before standing up, giving me a peck on the cheek, and stepping back out of the shower.
What a hot woman I married, I thought as she left. Not that I was a slouch. At six feet and maybe an inch, I'd discovered that I enjoyed running a few years ago and had worked my now 45 year old dad bod into thin and strong, if not overly muscular, shape. I still have a full head of light brown hair, not too many worry wrinkles around my green eyes and a prick that I know is perfectly average in size, but that I'd learned to use to bring Jamie to orgasm. As long as I started her on the path with my fingers and tongue first.
Neither of us were too kinky when it came to sex, Jamie liked to be spanked every once in a while, and I had a fondness for cumming on her big, beautiful tits. Outside of that, it seemed every few years we'd try something a little out of our ordinary.
During a particularly drunk sex session after a company party two Christmas' ago, I discovered that a woman's tongue probing my asshole was a unique and wonderful pleasure. But she never went there again and I never thought to ask. Hell, I'm not even sure how we ended up trying it!
We'd had sex in public a few times, once in the dressing room at a department store and another on a hiking trail. We'd recorded a few lovemaking sessions and I'd taken some sexy photos of her, but we always deleted the files a few weeks later.
I'd say the wildest thing we ever tried was an almost foursome with a couple of friends when we first moved into our house almost a decade ago. We'd found ourselves in the hot tub after a day of drinking, and somehow the couples had swapped seat partners, which led to arms around the other partners, which led to a bit of groping under the water, which led to some kissing, which led to the other couple suddenly realizing they needed to leave. It had all just sort of happened, and Jamie and I agreed that while it would have been fine if things had gone a little further, we were fine with it having not. We certainly never went looking for another situation like that again.
The sex we did have, when we found the time for it, was satisfying. I certainly didn't have any complaints, nor did Jamie.
But the first thing we did when we got checked into Treasure Island on the Vegas strip just a little after 1 on that Friday was to strip down and fuck at full volume. That we both really did miss from the pre kid days. Hearing Jamie scream for me to spank her and fuck her and cry out with her orgasm sent me right over the edge as well, and when she asked me to cum all over her, I did.
And then we promptly feel asleep until almost 6. I woke up with her arm draped over me and couldn't believe how late it was. I slipped out from under her and started the small Keurig machine going while I hopped into the shower. By the time I got out, Jamie was sipping on her coffee, still naked in bed with those gorgeous tits exposed above the sheets and a look in her eye that made me want to come over and fuck her again right then, my cock stiffening under my towel.
"Better save that for later, I know how you hate to be rushed and reservations at Nabu are for 8pm."
As I said it, I finally saw the movement under the bedspread around her crotch, and realized that she was flush, her pink lips slightly separated and her breathing quick.
"But I'm already soooo wet," she replied. "Can't you just fuck me quick, Mark. I promise to be fast getting ready."
She put down the coffee on the nightstand next to her and then pulled away the bedspread, revealing her other hand working her pussy. I did not need to be told twice, dropping my towel to the floor and rushing into bed once more to make love to my beautiful wife.
We made it to our dinner reservation, but just barely, deciding to grab a cab rather than walk the two long blocks to Caesars Palace. The sushi, and the wine with it, were both amazing, and afterwards we were both a little flush from the rich food and drink. The dinner had us horny again, and looking at my wife in a skin tight black mini dress that showed off her cleavage and her legs only made it worse. When she grabbed my cock through my thin suit pants under the table, I thought I might explode in my boxers, but managed to restrain myself. We decided to walk down to the Venetian and get a gondola ride there before heading back to the room for an early night. This was turning into an anniversary for the ages.
When we got to the Venetian, the line for the Gondola was over an hour wait, so we decided to skip it and head to the 80's rock bar inside to relive a bit of our youth. We never made it there.
Instead, as we were walking by the tables, we saw a spot open up at the $15 craps table as another couple left. Jamie veered me into the spot right away, pulled two hundred dollar bills from her cleavage and placed it down on the table.
"I'm feeling lucky," Jamie said as she did. "And we haven't played in years."
"If you're buying I'm in," I returned. I wasn't much for gambling, but was in full on bliss mode with Jamie and wanted to give her whatever she wanted.
Three shooters later, we were both on our last chips, and Jamie had just been handed the dice. Her first two rolls out of the gate were a seven and an eleven. We suddenly had chips again, the dice were rolling hot, and the night was just getting started.
After she hit her fourth point, I couldn't hold the pressure that had been building up to use the restroom and excused myself to find the men's room. When I got back, I saw a tall, well built man in an expensive suit, with tightly cropped hair standing next to Jamie, opposite where I had been. His hand was on the bare, tan skin of her shoulder, and he was pointing at the table, saying something to her. She nodded and I saw her putting more chips in. The man's hand left her shoulder before I got there, and he noticed me approaching before she did, giving me a smile.
"Two more points since you left! This guy," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the man to her right, "convinced me to start playing the numbers a bit."
"Sorry to intrude," the man said to me now, "I didn't see the wedding ring at first."
He was a charming guy, and while my first thought was that he was lying, I saw the smile on Jamie's face from getting the attention of a younger, handsome man and decided it didn't matter. "No harm, no foul," I replied and slipped a hand around my wife as she rolled her next point.
After she hit it, causing the table to erupt in applause yet again, she leaned over to me and whispered, "I need to crap out so I can take you back to the room and fuck you. I'm so fucking wet I'm surprised there isn't a puddle under me. I guess I should have worn panties."
My mind spun so hard from that statement that I didn't get my chip down for her next roll, and so had to watch another point play out. Jamie turned back to the man to her right to ask a few more questions about placing bets, and he helped her over the next few rounds as both of their chip piles began to grow and change color. While he didn't touch her again, I did see her squeeze his upper arm after a bet that he helped her with paid off, even as she turned to kiss me, her mouth opening and tongue sliding into mine in a public display of her affection for me.
The crowd continued to grow as Jamie continued hitting points. She kissed me after each one, told me how badly she wanted me, and then rolled again, the dice continuing to favor her until they finally didn't. By that time, I swore I could almost smell her sex through the smoke of the casino. I had to think back to our honeymoon to remember the last time I'd seen her this charged up.
***
We followed Winston through the crowd at the Venetian and the long line of guests waiting to get into Tao just past 11pm on Friday to a private elevator, where the man he was following handed him a card and told him someone would be waiting to escort us to our table at the top of the elevator.
As the elevator rose, Jamie grabbed my hand and gave me a kiss while I took a closer look at Winston. Probably late 20s or very early 30s, with a Rolex watch to go with his Armani suit that he wore with the confidence of someone who'd earned their success. He had boyish good looks and dark complexion, and was easily six-four or six-five. I was a bit surprised that he was alone, and decided to ask about it.
"So, Winston, you here on Vegas for business?"
"I was, conference ended yesterday and I decided to take a couple extra days to unwind and enjoy Sin City before heading back to Chicago."
"What do you do?"
"I run a small consulting firm working with advertisers on exploring cutting edge technology options to reach consumers."
