This is the fourth sequel to "There Goes the Neighborhood" and Marissa_Pt1 and Pt2. In "Neighborhood" Marissa and her husband Brad are seduced into swapping by their new neighbor, a mobster. But then Marissa learns to like cocaine too much and becomes the mobster's mistress. Brad does whatever it takes to get her back.
I recommend that you read the stories in order, although "Neighborhood" is really long. This story should probably be in the interracial category and you will surely question it being in loving wives, but I want to keep the stories together.
In this sequel to Pt2, Marissa was still in Vegas. She'd been hired to set up web sites for a woman named Alexandria and her partner Terry Rockford, also known as Rocky. Yesterday she met him for the first time, after he snuck into the shower with her.
Her husband, Brad, is still in San Diego. He's worried about her being in Vegas without him because he thinks that she has an addiction to cocaine. Marissa thinks that getting high once in a while isn't a problem. What is a problem is that when she gets high she gets horny. After Terry and his partner, Alexandria, seduced her; Terry made her an offer that appealed to her. All she had to do was come to Vegas once in awhile and party with some of his clients.
One more thing. To those who get angry reading about whore wives; don't read this if the subject bothers you. Husbands are often the last to know.
Tuesday
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On Tuesday Marissa worked on web code, or tried to, for most of the day. Part of the day she spent out by the pool until it was too hot. Alexandria showed up about three and they went shopping for clothes for Marissa to wear for that evening. Alexandria told her that the two of them were going to one of her clubs and would be going on a double date; which was alright with Marissa. She was pretty nervous about tonight and it would help to have Alex there.
On the phone, Marissa told her husband that she and Alex would be visiting one of the clubs, but she didn't tell him about Terry or last night. Her husband told her not to have too much fun without him. She told him not to worry if she couldn't call him in the evening and she couldn't wait to get home.
In the third boutique they visited, Alex found the outfit she wanted Marissa to wear. It was a black pants outfit. The top was a low cut halter with silver threads running through it. It was backless, but at least it showed off less skin than the red dress hanging up in her room. The pant legs blossomed to a stretch band around her ankles. But the sexy part was that on the outside of each leg there was a slit that went from the ankle all the way up to the waist. Normally the pants didn't show a lot of skin, but the slit up the side would fuel the male imagination. At best she could only wear thong panties underneath. Lastly they then bought her a pair of gold high heeled sandals.
Tuesday Evening
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Alexandria wore a grey see through blouse and her lacy black bra was clearly visible underneath. Her pants looked painted on and she wore no stockings with her high heeled sandals.
In the limo on the way to the club, Alexandria noticed that Marissa was looking at her left hand, at the wedding ring she was wearing. "It's part of our cover dear?"
"Cover?" Marissa asked.
"Yes, tonight we're both a couple of married women in town for a good time. Our dates tonight are a couple of college basketball players."
"You're kidding," she groaned.
"Don't interrupt. Now these two kids have been promised hot dates tonight with two hot women in town without their husbands. Terry told them that he met us at the pool yesterday and he talked us into dating these two young studs for the fun of it."
"Oh god!" exclaimed Marissa, rolling her eyes.
When they arrived at the bar, the noise from the band and the crowd was deafening. The place was packed and several unattached males watched them with predatory eyes as they walked up to the bar.
Alex talked to the bartender for a moment and he waived toward a table then handed her two fruity drinks with umbrellas. She handed one to Marissa and then walked over to a table with two tall young men, one white and one black.
"Hi guys," said Alex, acting nervous. "The bartender told us that you two were expecting us tonight."
They both stood. They were tall. Marissa had to crane her neck to look at them. Neither of them was handsome; but in a young, boyish way both were cute. They appeared to be already drunk. Marissa couldn't help but wonder if either of them were twenty-one yet which meant that she was at least ten years older than they were.
The two college students looked like they'd just won the lottery as they looked at the two older, but beautiful women. Each pulled out a chair for the woman so that Alex and Marissa were sitting opposite each other with a young man on each side.
"My name is Tracy," said Alex loudly to be heard over the noise, "and this is my friend Jan."
Because of the noise in the club Marissa couldn't actually hear the two as they introduced themselves and it didn't take long before they gave up talking across the table. Then the white kid stood and asked her to dance. At least that's what she thought he said. As she got up, Alex and the other kid stood too and the four of them went out onto the dance floor.
When they started to dance, the kid moved his body right up to hers and ground it against hers. She tried to step back but he kept pressing against her. "What kind of dancing is this?" she wondered.
As they danced, he slid his hand inside the slit in her pants and grasped her ass cheek. "Down boy," she said as she pulled his hand out. He grinned and moved his hand to the small of her bare back. He kept grinding his body against hers and finally she turned around to get some air, but the kid just moved up against her back. Now Marissa could tell that he had an erection as he ground his groin against her buttocks. Thankfully the song ended.
Back at their table, Alex suggested that they go someplace quieter. The boys jumped at the offer. They planned on getting laid and that wasn't going to happen in this club.
The two college students were impressed when a limo pulled up outside to pick them up. When they got in, Alex sat next to the white kid, whatever his name was, and Marissa next to the black kid. No sooner was the car in motion than the white kid started kissing Alex and rubbing her breasts. Marissa looked at the black kid and he looked back at her shyly. "Would you like to kiss me," she heard herself say. He nodded his head and so she leaned over and kissed him. She kissed him for quite a while and his hand tentatively cupped her breast.
She pulled back and looked at him. He pulled his hand back, embarrassed. They both looked over at Alex and the other boy across from them. His pants were unzipped and Alex was freeing the kid's cock. Then she lowered her head over his lap.
Knowing what was expected of her; Merissa turned back and kissed her date, letting her hand find the bulge in his pants. She stroked him through his pants a couple of times and then broke off the kiss. Looking down she unzipped his pants and together they pulled his semi-hard member out. She looked down and in the darkness couldn't see his black rod but she could feel it. She scooted away so that she could lean over and take it in her mouth. While it wasn't far to the hotel, the driver seemed to know what was going on in the back and he kept driving.
In no time the black kid was hard and Marissa stroked him with her hand while her head bobbed up and down.
"Oh mama," he groaned.
Marissa stopped sucking and glared up at him. "Don't call me mama," she said sternly. "I'm not old enough to be your mama."
"I'm sorry ma'am. I mean ma'am."
"And don't call me ma'am."
"Yes, uh..."
"Jan."
