We went to Vegas for a quickie divorce, and both had doubts as we signed the papers.
For his part, all the failures in business had become failures at home, and he wanted out of everything. Me included. He wanted a fresh start, without responsibilities, without someone depending on him.
“I’ll still probably fall on my face, but at least I won’t take you down with me,” he’d said.
I don’t know if he said it like that to placate me, but it had the ring of truth that all our arguments had lacked.
For my part, I never gave a damn if we lived in a palace or a trailer. I needed someone who’d be there for me, not use me as an excuse to spend every waking moment thinking about work.
“We’re free,” I said when it was all over.
“Yeah, feels strange, don’t it?”
We lapsed into silence, and somehow found ourselves at the bar. We got a couple of drinks and found a table out of the way.
“It doesn’t matter now anyway, but did you ever cheat on me?”
He stared at me for a moment, took a sip, and looked down at the table.
“What’s the point? That was never what was wrong,” he said.
“If it’s any easier for you, I did, twice, as a matter of fact. Three if you count a rather strange one,” I told him.
“Really? Funny, it shouldn’t bother me, but it does.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “It was an emotional thing, not sex. I knew I’d do it again, that’s why I agreed to the divorce.”
“Did you want to tell me about them?”
“You first,” I said.
“Just once,” he said, with a wry grin. “And she damn near raped me. I was never looking, but it was a situation, and she wanted me so bad that I couldn’t say no. Ego thing, I guess, but it’s always bothered me.”
“Anyone I know?” I asked.
“Your turn. I’m not sure I want to say, so you’d better go now.”
I could see how uncomfortable he was, so I went ahead. I told him about the two men, but didn’t say anything about Kathy.
“Man, I thought both those guys were fags,” he said. “Makes me feel kind of stupid.”
“Now you,” I said.
“It was Kathy Cramer,” he started, and I dropped my drink.
My mind raced as we cleaned the mess, and I delayed longer by insisting on a replacement drink. By the time we were settled again, I knew exactly when it had happened, and why he had been so sexually active with me for over a month last summer.
“She must have really pushed your buttons. Was it after her that you were so horny?”
“In a way, but not how you think. She was in my fantasies, but I wasn’t fucking her.”
He went quiet for a while, and I held back, waiting for him to go on.
“You’ll probably be glad you’re rid of me, but the fantasy was you and her.”
“That’s not so shocking. I hear all men like to think about girls together,” I said.
I wasn’t shocked, or even mad at him, but I was seething. Kathy had seduced me, then turned around and seduced him. The bitch had been pumping me for information about him all the time we were together. How could I have been so blind? I’d set the poor schmuck up. She’d chickened out on going all the way, and I’d been left aroused and frustrated. I’d only done it once with a girl before, and that had been a lifetime ago. I had enjoyed it enough that I wanted to do it again, but my friendship with the girl had ended that night. I’m a big girl, and a little aggressive when I get excited. She had said that if she wanted to be raped, she’d start dating men. I met my husband soon after that, and he always enjoyed the way I got carried away when we were doing it.
“You don’t understand,” he said. “What I was fantasizing was you forcing her to have sex. She’s so petite, and you get so wild, it just turned me on, that’s all.”
I looked at him so long that he must have thought I was mentally dissecting him. He was starting to leave when I finally told him to sit back down. I told him about Kathy, told him about my lesbian experience, and told him that there was nothing in the world that I’d rather do than have that little bitch screaming for mercy while I got off on her.
“Now you can leave, but I wanted you to know the truth before you went.”
“Can’t leave,” he said. His little boy smile, and meaningful glance at his lap, explained why.
“You’re not going to believe this, but I think I’m turning myself on as well. Feel like doing something sinful?”
“That’s what I call a friendly divorce,” he said, smiling back at me.
We got turned around trying to work our way through the casino, and were standing in front of the Mega Jackpot booth trying to get our bearings. We both saw where we had to go at the same time, and laughed when our pointing fingers almost went into the Mega Jackpot booth. He bought a ticket, and we headed for his room.
It was wild. I showed him exactly what I’d do to that bitch if I had her, and once I tied his hands behind his back, he didn’t have to pretend half as much when I smothered him. It was probably the best sex we’d ever had, and I marveled at the strange way things work.
It was an uncomfortable walk back across the casino. Everything had changed up there, but it hadn’t. How long could we stay married when everything was wrong except a fantasy that could never be fulfilled?
“Holy shit!” he said, rooted to the spot. He was staring at his ticket, and up at the Mega Jackpot board. “Holy shit!” he said again.
Three million dollars. We had just won three million dollars. We had… he had just….
“Being single is working out real well for me,” he said.
“I think I’m going to kill myself,” I said.
“I thought you’d be happy for me,” he said.
“Fuck you!”
“I know a way you can get some of this,” he said.
“You’re a mean, petty, son-of-a-bitch. I hope you drop dead.”
“I just want you to let me watch. I think Kathy is the kind of girl who might be friendly to someone with a lot of money. She might even want to spend the night with you if she thinks you have a lot of money.”
“Fuck you and the horse…” I started. “There’s no way…” I tried again. “I could get in trouble….” Why was I having these visions of Kathy clawing at my thighs, trying to get a breath?
I looked at his evil smile.
“How could we get away with something like that?”
That was two months ago, and we’re back in Nevada. We’re not in Vegas, we’re in the middle of nowhere, in a house designed for just the kind of thing we’re going to do. Despite the best efforts of top of the line tax layers, a disquieting amount of money disappeared into government coffers before we saw it, but with the rest, we’ll be sitting pretty for the rest of our lives. Kathy is coming from the airport in Vegas, and the limo driver is a special employee of ours.
“I was so excited when I heard,” she oozed as soon as I opened the door.
“You may go, James,” I said to the driver.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed about that night,” she said, and stepped close to me.
She knew how to dress for seduction, all right. Her breast brushed my arm through the thin material and sent shivers down my spine. I’ve never been one of those who’d get excited at the sight of a well formed breast or comely ass, but the way she was displaying here wares was making my blood boil. I wanted to press her to me right then, but I had plans.
“Come in, have a drink,” I said.
You’re going to need it.
The booze wasn’t spiked; there was no need for that. She downed the first, a stiff one, and poured a second. I’d have to move faster than I had planned. She was nervous, realizing that she didn’t want to do this, and thinking of ways to string me along without actually making love. She might let me, if there was no other way, but she wanted to get a little drunk in case it played out that way.
“Let me show you the place,” I said, taking the drink from her hand. No cloud of alcohol would stand between her and what she so richly deserved.
-Break –
The light went on as soon as the limo pulled up. I hadn’t seen a sign of civilization for over an hour, and couldn’t believe anyone would build a mansion like this in the middle of nowhere.
“You may go, James,” she said after I greeted her, and I felt a twinge of nervousness when the limo driver got back in the stretch and drove away. I didn’t see any other cars around, and had never felt so stranded.
I tried to hang onto my glass when she took it, but it slipped from my grasp without her ever noticing that I had resisted. She seemed so much more sure of herself than that first time, and it was intimidating.
You’re in charge
, I reminded myself,
Man or woman, they’ll do what you want. This is the body they dream of; control her, bend her to your will.
The first room she showed me was the bedroom, and I only had to glance to know I’d made a mistake. I bolted for the door, but her arms went around me in the same way I’d wanted when I first came in. She was holding me close, and I suddenly felt very naked.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” she whispered in my ear. “I’m going to enjoy this very much.”
“Wait,” I said, then again in a more sexy voice, “Wait, what’s the rush?”
“No rush,” she said, picking me up. “We’ve got days.”
She carried me to the bed, my toes only scuffing the floor, and pressed me down under her on it. Metal buckles on leather straps jingled as we bounced.
“First, let me look at that beautiful body,” she said, sitting astride my hips and unbuttoning my blouse.
“Wait, I’ve changed my mind,” I said, trying to stop her fingers.
