Saturday 23rd May 2015 -- Part 1
On Saturday evening, we pulled into the car park of Rina's Casino a little later than we'd arranged. It was a first for us both to visit a casino, and we were unsure as to what we should wear, or how much cash to take with us. We decided to dress smart, but casual, although I thought Becky could never look casual, she was always stunning.
I wore smart trousers and jacket while Becky wore a short and naturally tight dress that showed off her long bare legs down to her high heels. The two burly, immaculately dressed doormen couldn't keep their eyes off Becky as she walked in, one nodding his approval to me as we got eye contact.
I was as accustomed to other men leering at my wife as she was receiving those leers. But now, such lustful looks in my presence seemed nothing compared to my experience in the wardrobe as I'd watched another man enjoy full access to her naked body. Even as I thought of the frustration and humiliation that had caused, I felt my arousal develop. I didn't try to control it so much on this occasion as the next few hours would be focussed on things other than sex. Besides that, the end of my teasing and denial period was getting closer.
We pushed through heavy wooden swing doors and entered first of all a plush lounge area. To the left was a large, dazzlingly lit bar, a couple of well-dressed men chatted to a glamorous looking barmaid. All three glanced across as we entered the floor, and I detected the usual 'second glance' from the men, as well as a jealous look away from the barmaid. There were a few tables scattered around this area, only one occupied by an older couple who sat in silence. Soft jazz music played in the background adding to the peaceful, relaxing ambience. The carpet felt thick and expensive as we walked towards the gaming area directly up ahead. We stopped as we reached the steps that led down to the gaming floor and looked for familiar faces.
"Is that Phil over there on that slot machine?"
It appeared to be, so we went over, thankful to see someone we knew.
"Phil, hi, are you the only one here?"
"Shush, I'm concentrating," he said as he nudged to try for a winning row on the slot machine. "Shit!" he exclaimed as his efforts brought him no reward. "I've only been here twenty minutes and I'm down twenty quid already. Bastard machine!" He walked away, and we followed, grinning to each other.
"Where are the other two?"
"They've been waiting for you by the baccarat table."
Sure enough, there they both were, Paul and Ben standing near a semi-circular table watching an attractive female croupier dealing cards to a single person, an elderly man with a fat, unlit cigar in his mouth.
"Hello, Becky," said Paul cheerfully. "Long time, no see."
"You're looking well," Becky said. "Hello, Ben, sorry we're a bit late, you've not been waiting for us too long, I hope."
Ben blushed a little and gave a rare smile as he looked at Becky. "No, no it's ok, I'm just getting myself psyched up."
Thinking he was joking, Becky laughed at Ben's unnecessarily serious attitude. He looked back at her, his smile gone, she realised he wasn't joking.
"David tells me you've got this super winning system," she said trying to sound just as serious.
Ben shook his head quickly at her and held up his hand.
"Don't say that too loudly," he whispered. "You're not supposed to have systems, you can get thrown out."
"Oh, sorry," she whispered, looking sideways at me.
Phil interrupted. "Come on you two, this is serious business. We're here with a professional, everything has to be just right. We're not here for fun, we're here to watch him win hard cash."
Ben looked at him sceptically. "Yes, Phil, maybe you should listen to yourself," he said sharply. Noticing Becky's eyes were still on him, he looked at her nervously and gave an apologetic laugh. "He's always winding me up."
"Would anyone like to join the table?" a voice interrupted the banter.
We turned to the dealer who was looking at us expectantly. I immediately noticed how attractive she was, as did the others. She was very smartly dressed in a green jacket and short black skirt. Her blonde hair was cut in a bob and I found myself getting lost in her deep blue eyes that scanned us all, one by one. In my heightened state of ongoing arousal, I was always going to be the one most caught by such a dazzling display of sexuality. I had trouble looking away.
Phil leaned towards me and whispered. "No wonder Ben can't keep away from this place, I wouldn't mind losing more than just money to her."
"Yes, I'd like to take a place, if that's ok," said Ben.
The dealer beckoned him to sit down at the seat vacated by the previous player, and Ben dutifully did as he was directed. He placed a small pile of colourful chips on the table top and neatly stacked them. As he did so, the attractive dealer explained, with little expression in her voice, the rules regarding wagering. It was a patter she had given so many times before, words she was able to repeat without thinking, maybe even while she was asleep. When she'd finished, she prompted him to bet. He slid a single chip across the green surface onto an area marked 'Player' and the dealer dealt four cards, two for the herself and two for Ben.
"Player has nine, dealer has four, player wins." She slid a chip across the table surface to Ben.
"Well done, Ben," we said supportively, with Phil slapping him on the back.
"Get off me, I've only won one hand." He made a gesture not to touch him.
The dealer smiled faintly at us all watching him, suspecting we were mocking his small win.
"Bets please," she said, and Ben slid a chip across the surface again to the area marked 'Player'.
Again, she dealt out the cards, two to the dealer and two to the player. "Player has five, the dealer has five. One card to the player." She turned over a card, it was an ace. "Player has six, dealer has five, player wins." She slid a chip across to Ben.
We all gave a small cheer.
"Shut it you lot, you'll have us thrown out," Ben protested.
"You're winning so much off them with this winning streak, you'll be the owner of this place soon," laughed Phil. "It'll be up to you who gets thrown out."
"Just bugger off and watch someone else if you can't take the game seriously," he snapped.
Phil winked at the dealer who turned back to Ben.
"Bets please," she said.
Ben put another chip on the same spot, and again the dealer dealt the cards. This time the dealer had a better hand and she reached across to scoop Ben's chip from where he'd placed it.
"Quit while you're ahead Ben," suggested Paul unhelpfully.
Ben ignored him and placed his next bet as he had with the previous.
After about twenty hands of baccarat, I was getting bored watching. Ben hadn't changed his bet on any of the hands, and was two chips to the good. The others were starting to get fed up too, Phil had stopped making comments which proved, without doubt, his growing boredom.
Becky leaned towards me and whispered: "Do you fancy trying one of the games, we've been here twenty minutes and haven't lost a penny yet, I'm feeling a bit left out."
"You don't seriously want to play this do you?" I answered, quietly.
"No way!" she said. "I'd have a try at blackjack."
"Come on, I think I saw a blackjack table over there."
There were already three people sitting at the blackjack table with two spare places. The croupier, seeing us approach, invited us to join, and nervously we sat down. Each of us had fifty pounds worth of chips which we placed before us.
"Place your bets please, ladies and gentlemen," said the male croupier.
We each placed a single chip in front of ourselves, while the croupier waited for all five at the table to bet, then one by one placed a single card in front of each of us. He spoke aloud the value of each card dealt. To Becky, he dealt a four, and to me, a king. Finally, he dealt himself a seven. Then, he dealt a second card to each of the players in the same way, also stating aloud the total value held by each person. He gave Becky a nine which he informed her, totalled thirteen. Then to me, a jack, telling me my total was twenty. Finally, he dealt himself a card face down.
