What Happens in Vegas 11

OK...this is a story of a man cucked by his wife and boss. Those hating that type of story, stop reading now.

"Send your wife over with the Stockwell folder," Wallace Hart ordered.

"Sir? Send over?" Dave Chalmers asked. He was confused and distracted.

"I'm not repeating myself...your wife, send her over now. Drop what you're doing...she can put on a robe...now!" Wallace said before hanging up.

The D. J. Andrews Corporation was a multinational corporation that specialized in acquiring and rejuvenating floundering concerns. Wallace Hart was one of the key members of the company's hierarchy and was known for his ruthless and charismatic style. He never played games, and never beat around the bush...he simply got the job done.

Dave Chalmers was his newest associate, fresh out of college with an MBA, newly married, and tested off the charts for his abilities to retain and process massive amounts of data. His weaknesses were his lack of charisma, his indecisive nature, and his subservient nature. Wallace still valued the man's intellect and came to rely on his abilities which made the man indispensable. This week, they were in Las Vegas to meet with the Stockwell Group ostensibly to provide much-needed capital but also to explore absorbing the company into D. J. Andrews.

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Dave Chalmers and Diana Thomas met at a Sorority party in their final year at Cornell. He was getting his MBA, and she was getting her BA in art history. He was surprised she was alone but even more surprised that she warmed to him. At 24, Dave was still a virgin having little luck with the opposite sex.

Diana just broke up with her high school sweetheart just 2 months before they were to be married. She may have been the one to call it off but he had made it easy by fucking Diana's sister. When she finally agreed to go to a party, she felt out of place and sat on a chair in the corner. When Dave came over to get away from the rowdy boys by the keg, he asked if he could join her and she nodded.

It took a few minutes but Diana broke the ice, asking him about his major. Soon, they were comparing their lives and experiences. Dave listened to her heartache, nodding and letting her get it out. By the end of the night, they decided to see each other again.

Diana was surprised that Dave was not only single but seemingly inexperienced as he had a terrific mind and was fit and good-looking. At 6' 1", he was taller than her ex and had the most intense blue eyes she'd ever seen. He seemed to have little body fat and a great head of light brown hair. He was a lot better looking than most of the guys at this party but very shy.

Dave was surprised the beautiful blonde was even remotely interested in him as she could have been a supermodel for all he knew. His calculating brain easily provided her statistics. 5' 9", 120 lbs., 34C bust, 22" waist, 35" hips. She also had intense blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, and the clearest, most creamy skin he remembered seeing.

Two years and a couple of months later, they married. Dave had landed a job with a major corporation and after being promoted he decided to pop the question. He was pleased though a bit surprised when she said yes.

Diana dove in and planned the wedding and all looked great until Dave's boss told him he'd have to postpone his honeymoon until after the meeting in Vegas. Wallace didn't apologize, didn't ask, he simply told Dave to reschedule his honeymoon. When Dave asked if Diana could come along at least, the man at first shook his head but then smiled and nodded.

The wedding was a success but the wedding night was frustrating as they had to get to the airport by 4:30 AM to fly out to Vegas. At first, Diana resisted consummating the marriage as it was late but allowed Dave a quickie. She wasn't happy with her new husband for canceling their honeymoon on such short notice, unhappy that he never even protested his boss's unreasonable demand, and most unhappy he lacked the balls to stand up for himself. Was this her fate? To be the strong one in the relationship?

They made it to the gate on time and Diana met her husband's boss for the first time. She had a variety of things she wanted to say but when he stood to greet them the look in his eyes made her forget everything except to smile and put out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, I hope it's no problem with me tagging along," she said sweetly. Inside she was berating herself for being as weak-willed as her husband.

"It's my pleasure," Wallace said as he freely looked her up and down. "I like to get to know the better halves of all my associates." He was shocked to see not a homely shapeless girl but a busty beautiful woman. He liked how she knew how to dress to show off her assets. He wondered if she had the skills to be his Executive Assistant as she took in the creamy valley between her full breasts. 'Damn! I love girls who wear yoga pants. Does she have on a thong? No lines...when she sits, I'll know,' he thought.

Diana wondered whether she should turn 360° so the man could finish his appraisal but instead, she pulled her hand from his and sat down. What was it about this guy that made her feel like a little girl and not a 23-year-old woman? She shrugged it off and looked at her iPad wishing her nipples would soften. They decided to delay sex until their wedding night which worked out great for Dave but not for Diana. Maybe that's why she could feel throbbing between her legs and why her nipples immediately hardened under the older man's scrutiny. She wanted to hate the man but instead replayed the approving smile and subtle nod he gave her.

"Where are Tom, Blaine, and Rollie?" Dave looked around as he asked.

"Meeting us in Vegas. We'll settle in and grab dinner. They're catching the red eye and will see us at breakfast," Wallace said. "I wanted to get a start with your ideas. You brought the folder?"

Dave felt a surge of pride. He had been working slavishly on the Stockwell Group and made copious notes on the potential avenues to acquire the company. He liked the three guys, all of whom were at their wedding but having Wallace to himself was rare.

Dave and Diana didn't see much of Wallace as he boarded early with the other first-class passengers. When they did pass the man on their way back to coach she felt her damn nipples harden once again as he stared directly at her cleavage. After passing the man, she realized her bra was visible as the 4th button had come undone. She wanted to put down her purse and her carry-on and fix it but most of the passengers' attention was focused on getting themselves settled. She was finally able to rebutton her blouse when they found their seats. 'Figure,' she thought, 'Dave has the window, I have the aisle and there's a blond frat boy in the middle seat. Our honeymoon and I can't even sit with my husband.'

It turned out that the frat boy was not a frat boy but a smooth-talking salesman who openly flirted with her all the way to the Harry Reid airport. Dave was oblivious as he closed his eyes and slept. Jerry, the blond man at first asked her about what they were doing in Vegas but soon began asking more personal questions. By the time they made the gate, he knew that she was frustrated with the aborted honeymoon, the unsatisfying quickie, and had her cell number. He also discovered that she wasn't wearing panties under her tights and had the flight been to LAX he would have discovered she was an eager lover.

Dave yawned and looked over apologetically at his wife, "Sorry. I guess I need the sleep," he said lamely. He didn't notice the wet spot between her legs nor Jerry's hand stroking her ass when they stood to get their bags from the overhead.

"It's fine," Diana said sweetly, "Jerry was great company and kept me entertained the entire flight," she said. She looked to see if that triggered any jealousy but instead, her husband smiled and thanked the tall blond boy.

Diana hated that she was questioning her marriage so soon after the wedding as they rode to the casino hotel. Wallace sat next to her with Dave across as they slowly made their way through the heavy traffic. The first two times Wallace stroked her thigh she pushed his hand off but she gave up when he did it a third time. She glared at Dave wishing her would say anything but all he did was glance at the older man's hand high on her thigh before looking at her with a smile.

Wallace wasn't surprised that his associate did nothing to stop him. He learned early on that the man was spineless...brilliant, hard-working but never said no, never protested or questioned. He also confirmed that Diana wasn't wearing any underwear under her tights and was quite moist. He could feel the warm humidity between her legs as he asked her about growing up. He conversed with her as if his middle finger weren't probing the moist slit and smiled inwardly hearing her soft gasps and how she looked at his pronounced bulge.

Diana's nipples were again rock-hard and somehow the damn 4th button had again come undone. She'd worn this blouse dozens of times and that had never before happened. She gave up trying to fend off the man's groping hands and she parted her legs as she turned to face him on the plush leather seat. She couldn't remember consciously opening her legs but somehow gave him more access to her private parts.

Had Dave not been in the limo with them she knew Wallace would have had her naked on her back or kneeling between his legs. Who was this man? Why the hell does he take away all her resistance? 'How fucking big is this guy?' she wondered as she took in the impressive bulge.

When they arrived at the casino, Wallace smiled at the beautiful blonde as he smelled his middle finger. He glanced over at Dave but the man wasn't paying attention.

Dave had been paying attention and didn't like how his boss was openly rubbing Diana's pussy and leering at her cleavage. Why had she unbuttoned her blouse like that? Why wasn't she stopping the man as he slid his large hand between her legs? She didn't resist, didn't protest, rather she parted her thighs revealing her wet crotch. He wanted to talk to Diana, wanted to scold her but she must have been trying not to create a scene and he hated scenes.

They checked in and their room was the last door on the left while Wallace's suite was at the very end. Dave used his key card while Diana looked at the expression on Wallace's face. He had a smirk as if knowing something she didn't. Perhaps she was reading something into the look as if he knew something she didn't but decided to relax and enjoy her 2nd night alone with her husband.

"What the hell was that?" Dave demanded to know.

"What was what?" Diana asked as she unzipped her suitcase.

"Mr. Hart was rubbing your pussy and you didn't do anything to stop him. Hell, you opened your legs and undid your blouse? Were you trying to act like a slut?" he said angrily.

Diana slapped him, "I was hoping you had the balls to stop him. He's your boss! I think you wanted me to let him do what he wants...if that's the case, the term is whore not slut. What will you get out of it if you let him fuck me?" she asked angrily. "Was this all prearranged?"

Dave rubbed his cheek as he stepped back, "Nothing, we never talked...shit! I'm sorry. Forget all about this, I guess I should have spoken up," he said.

Diana looked at her husband and nodded, "OK. As for the blouse, I'm as baffled as you are why the damn button keeps undoing itself. On top of that, I'm not a whore, and I'm not someone you can pimp out. If I hear you two have some sort of deal, then I'm calling your two brothers over next week. They both offered their services if I wanted to experience real men, as they put it," she said bitterly.

Dave stepped back, "What? They said that?" he sputtered. He didn't need to see her nod to know it was true. All his life, he's been the butt of the older twins' jokes.

Diana kissed her husband, "I know they were kidding. What brothers would they be if they followed through on that?" she asked before going back to unpacking.

Dave nodded, but he knew they weren't kidding. It wouldn't be the first time.

The couple unpacked and showered. They were barely dressed when there was a knock on their door. Dave looked to make sure Diana was decent before answering.

"Chalmers. You both ready to head down to the restaurant?" Wallace asked as he stepped into the room, "Oh, Diana. You look nice but I feel overdressed," he said as he fingered his 3-piece suit.

Diana looked at her white blouse and jeans but nodded, "I have a cocktail dress. You two go on down and I'll meet you there."

Dave looked at his white shirt and khakis wondering why Mr. Hart didn't suggest he change. He glanced back at his beautiful wife before heading out with his boss.

The two men were seated in a booth when Wallace softly whistled. Dave turned to see his wife enter the restaurant. She smiled as both Wallace and Dave stood and strode purposefully over to the booth. Dave stepped aside to let his wife slide in next to him but Mr. Hart took her hand and stepped back admiring her.

"Wow! I mean, wow! You look incredible," Wallace smiled. Diana was wearing a low-cut, sleek black dress that came mid-thigh. Every time he saw her, the better she looked. "Here, join me. I'd like to get to know you," he said as he pulled her onto his side of the booth.

At first, Dave wanted Diana to protest, to say she should sit with her husband but then remembered their conversation, "Sir? I think it would be best if Diana sat with me."

Wallace guided the woman onto the seat before sitting next to her, "It's fine, Chalmers. So, Diana, where'd you grow up?"

Diana looked apologetically at her husband before answering. She told him about where she was born and where she went to school in between ordering drinks and meals. As they talked, Wallace stroked her smooth thigh, soon arriving at her thong-covered slit. She glanced at her husband to see if he noticed, and if he did, would he put a stop to it. Then the man's finger focused on her clit, first circling the nub and then popping it against her pubic bone. She grabbed her napkin as if she were coughing to hide the impending orgasm. Her nipples ached and she'd opened her legs wider as she let out a series of gasps into the white cloth.

Wallace grinned at Dave as he got the woman off. He calmly took a sip of his scotch and calmly asked his employee if he had brought the Stockwell folder as he pulled the thong aside and plunged his fat finger inside the sopping hole.

"Yes, I did. It's back in the room. I printed out all the..."

Wallace waved him off, "Great. I'll want to go over them before bed tonight. Can you go grab the waiter? I spilled some water on the seat and I'll need to clean it up," he said.

Dave was fully aware of the arm motion and wanted to punch the man but nodded and stood.

Wallace turned to the woman, "Give me your panties, and for the rest of the trip, please don't put impediments in my way. You have a great pussy and should feel proud the share it."

Diana looked around and saw no one was looking, including her husband, who was talking to the waiter. She lifted her ass and pulled the damp garment down her legs. She handed them to the older man and straightened her dress. When Dave came back, Wallace stood and pulled her to her feet.

"Can you wipe that up for me? I'd appreciate it. Diana said she'd like to see the wine list, so we'll be back," Wallace said before leading the blonde over to the bar.

Dave looked at the wet seat and back at the couple. Were those Diana's panties clutched in his hand? He felt like screaming, like going over and punching the man, but instead, he leaned over and wiped the slick fluids off the fake leather seat. Then he went back and sat. He drank the rest of his beer as he watched Mr. Hart talking to the bartender while he stroked Diana's tight ass. Then Diana looked over at him, her head shaking slightly. Was that a sign to let Mr. Hart do what he wanted? Or was he supposed to put a stop to the free groping of his wife's body?

"The Chianti then," Wallace told the bartender, "Three glasses. Thanks, here," he said as he palmed a 50 into the man's hand. "Let's go sit. Hopefully, Chalmers cleaned the seat," he said off-handedly.

The rest of the meal was more of the same. Wallace Hart directed all his attention to the beautiful newlywed while Dave sat across from the couple. At first, Diana looked to her husband for help but eventually gave up. She hated to admit it but her new husband was spineless and she had a feeling of doom for their future.

When they got to their rooms, Wallace kissed Diana on her knuckles and smiled, "I've had few better dinner companions. Dave is a lucky man." He looked at his employee, "You know that, don't you? How lucky you are?"

Dave nodded, "Yes, sir. Diana is a very special person."

"Then tell her. Tell her how lucky you are to have her as your wife," Wallace said firmly.

Dave hesitated but both were looking at him intently. "Um, Diana, I'm very lucky to have you as my wife." He then thought a minute and added, "You are a very special person."

Wallace slapped the man on his shoulder before giving Diana a hug, "See? He knows how to treat you. He's a good man. Good night," he said as he swiped his key card.

As they got ready for bed they realized that Mr. Hart's bedroom must be right through the far wall of theirs. They could hear the clinking of his suitcase and other noises. Dave realized they'd have to be quiet if they were going to have sex, but Diana wasn't vocal so that shouldn't be an issue. Even though they had intercouse just the one time, they did a lot of heavy petting before marriage.

Diana was quiet and had trouble looking at her husband. She felt humiliated that she let the older man touch her so freely, humiliated that she had two orgasms which were two more than she had making love with her husband. When they crawled into bed she kissed her way down to her husband's cock and took him into her mouth.

Dave was surprised that Diana wanted to have sex as she'd been ignoring him all evening but lay back enjoying her wonderful oral skills. Then he thought about Mr. Hart's hands and the confident smiles which should have deflated his cock. The images of his wife's reaction to being groped and her missing panties triggered the opposite reaction, and without warning, he exploded into Diana's mouth. His hand was on the back of her head and without thinking, he pushed her onto his cock as he came.

Diana never let any man cum in her mouth but had no choice but the swallow. She was slapping his thighs as hot spurts splashed against the back of her throat. She gave up struggling and let him finish.

Dave felt the last throbs fade when he realized he'd been holding her head onto his cock. He released her and groaned, "I'm sorry...so sorry. I don't know what came over me," he panted.

Diana sat up and glared at her husband, "You asshole," she said, "that was fucking rude. Here," she leaned forward and kissed him. She had the last of his ejaculate in her mouth and shoved it into his mouth. At first, he tried to stop her but then with a shiver, took the bitter jism and swallowed it.

Diana sat back and glared at him. "That's just the first installment. Next time we make love, you'll be cleaning your spunk out of my twat, got it?" she said angrily. "You will never, ever cum in my mouth again, got it?"

Dave nodded and tried to hug her, but she pulled away. "I won't. It was so sudden...Let me...let me do you. I owe you that," he said urgently.

Diana stood naked next to the bed and nodded. "Get up and kneel on the floor. I want you to get me off like that," she ordered. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs. Dave had never gone down on her and she wondered if he even knew what to do.