Room 232 What’s in a Number

We were Vegas bound, some weeks after listening to some sweaty guy trying to sell us and a dozen more couples Time-Share units. l can not speak for the rest but there was no way we were going to sign on, just interested in the free trip offered as we were young and broke.

My husband always drove and after working all week the five-hour trip all but wiped him out. By the time we got to our room he was wrecked and wanted nothing but sleep. Being the great guy he is he told me to have a good time while handing me a hundred-dollar bill. And that we would hit the town together the following day.

l made my way downstairs with zero ideas of what to do, his giving me money like that never crossed my mind plus l surely was the follower in our marriage. The one thing l figured out was l would not blow this money, not all of it as that was a day pay for him back then and he worked hard for it.

Looking around I spotted the penny slots, those seemed harmless enough meaning l could not lose much, and hell I might even win. A woman about my age came up behind me and asked "would you like a drink" my heart fluttered (here we go) l had heard of stories from friends that all things could happen in Vegas but after turning around it was apparent she was a barmaid.

I said to her, sure I'll take a Rum & Coke.

"you got it" was her reply back.

When she came back with it she leaned against the machine next to me adding "one more hour of the shit and l can go home"

l Felt sorry for her so l offered something that l hoped would cheer her up. "Rough gig but you look so good doing it" She smiled and thanked me, then went on her way.

I played for a few minutes longer but to be honest l was just feeding the machine, my mind set on that Cocktail Waitress. How great would it be to invite her back to our room to wake my husband up for a midnight snack, l thought many times about him with another woman, he was a master at his craft so l wanted to see it from a different perspective. In the mood, l went looking for her and the spot that made the most sense to start from was the bar itself.

I leaned in between two guys and then got the bartender's attention "I'm looking for one of your waitresses, about so tall and long curly brown hair like mine.

The bartender told me that's June, and that she just left. In my head l said crap, there goes those plans and l was about to leave when one of those guys grabbed me by the arm.

"Hey, where you going Sugarlips?"

Nowhere with you Jackass. And with that l pulled me free from his grip and make my way for the exit. Just about free from the place a woman asked me if l was okay, she was with a man whom I found out was her husband. After telling her l was fine they asked me to join them, seeing more gambling no longer interested me l took them up on their invitation.

We got to talking and they were from California like me, but that's not surprising. As we drank more, things evolved into more adult subjects. With that girl on my mind, my tongue was more than willing to put my two cents in. l had no intentions with them, just enjoying my new friends and blowing off the steam l had built up. That said it just kept my fire below burning and as l made my way to our room, now feeling no pain, l hoped hubby was up for some midnight delight.

I'm chanting to myself as l swayed back and forth down the long hallway "232, 232, 232, 232 When an older couple came from the other direction. The wife offered a "hello dear" l smiled back and wishes them good luck and a good night.

233, 233, 233, 233. Now close 239, 237, 235 233. I made it. l scrambled in my purse for the key card, slipped it in, and tried to open the door but it would not. l try two more times but still nothing. l thought to myself my husband was going to be pissed for waking him up but l have no choice.

l knocked lightly on the door and then softly asked for him to let me in. Getting no response l knocked harder and asked louder for him to open the door, l need to pee badly. A moment later the door cracked open.

The room was pitch dark with those heavy curtains they use, but some light was coming from underneath the bathroom door and the bathroom is what I needed first. On my way there l called out saying l was sorry for waking you but l had to go badly and that after my shower, I would make it up to him.

During my shower, my head was filled with mixed thoughts. The what could have been with that Cocktail Waitress but also a close second, my hubby's fat cock. That was my first experience with a handheld wand in a shower, needless to say, I had my husband install one that next weekend. Now with my edge off thanks to the wand l dried myself off tossed my towel next to my purse, and snuck under the covers.

"Are you still awake? honey, mama is hungry" Well he never minded me using the self-service line before, so l slipped under the covers and found his cock. It was already big and hard as ever so l figured he wouldn't be upset at me for waking him up.

From under the covers "I'm sorry baby, let me make it up to you" With that wrapped my mouth around his Johnson and feasted upon it. A few minutes later he shot his load down in my mouth. His quick blast off should have been all l needed to know, but it was after l thanked him again and a stranger's voice answered back you're welcome l knew l fucked up, badly.

l ran to where l knew my purse was, grabbed it and my damp towel then made it to the door as fast as l could. l didn't even bother to get my clothes that were left on the bathroom floor. In the bright light of the hallway, l tried to figure out how l fucked up. Looking back at door 233 yeah 233... what the hell? Then l remembered my husband giving me the paperwork in the room, l opened my purse and found it (room 232) Holy Shit! how could l fuck that up, worse what am l going to tell my husband?

For a brief second l considered walking home with nothing but that towel on. But l figured he would catch up to me somewhere on his way back home anyways. So I faced the other direction and right before I stood door 232.

I slipped the card in and of course, it worked. Then l made my way to the bed and slipped into it joining my husband. Still half asleep he wrapped his arms around me as he does, then asked me for a kiss.

l pretended not to hear but he kept on, so l kissed him as he asked.

The only luck l had that night was my husband didn't notice the strange taste my mouth must have had. I'm not sure what I didn't promise God if he got me out of this mess. I'm sure at one point in time he will remind me as this is my first time repeating what happened that first night. Sorry Honey...