Please read Maryann's Big Night at the Casino pt 1 before you continue.
"Why are we here?" Maryann's voice trembled, her eyes locked on Mike's as they stood outside Marcus's door. Her heart was pounding, her palms wet with sweat. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her, she wasn't sure if she was ready to go through with it.
Mike hesitated, as his raised up to knock on the door. He looked at her, his expression a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Let's see this through," he said finally, his voice low. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime night."
Before she could respond, Mike knocked on the door. The sound echoed down the hallway, Maryann's stomach twisted into knots. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this.
The door swung open, and there stood Marcus, dressed only in silk boxers that clung to his muscular frame. His looked immediately at Maryann, a slow, confident smile spread across his face. "I knew you'd come," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "Please, come on in."
Mike and Maryann exchanged a quick glance before stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Marcus closed the door, they heard the lock click behind them, he gestured to a small table that had a great view of the strip it was set with glasses and a bottle of champagne. "Can I pour you both a drink?" he offered.
They both nodded, almost in unison, though neither of them felt they needed it. Marcus poured the champagne with practiced ease, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He handed them each a glass, his eyes lingering on Maryann as he did so.
Marcus turned to Mike, his expression serious now. "I know why you're here," he said, his tone firm. "But I don't want anything to do with another man. So if this is going to happen, you can leave..or you can sit over there. Your choice."
Mike cleared his throat, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment. "I'll..I'll stay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Maryann's eyes darted between the two men, her heart racing. She still wasn't sure if this was what she wanted, but something about the way Marcus was looking at her made her feel things she had hade never felt with another man.
Marcus placed his hand on Maryann's knee, his touch sending a shiver up her spine. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. "Do you really want this?"
Maryann turned her eyes to her husband, searching his face for any doubt. Mike took a deep breath, his expression unreadable. "I'm good," she said finally, her voice shaky but resolute. "Yes, I want this."
Marcus stood up, his hand sliding off her knee. "Stand up," he instructed, his voice commanding yet gentle. "Remove your dress."
Maryann hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to her feet. Her hands trembled as she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to overwhelm her. She took her shoes off first, her movements slow and deliberate.