‘Are you serious? Las Vegas?’
Tracy nodded her head, real enthusiastic-like. ‘Why not, honey?’ She smiled, real sultry. ‘To celebrate all that money you’re going to inherit from your uncle.’
I grinned kind of grimly. ‘I don’t have it … yet.’
Tracy sidled up to me at the kitchen counter, pressing her big fake tits into my arm. I’d paid for those, too; at one time had liked them. ‘It won’t be long now,’ the redhead purred. ‘The estate will be fully probated in less than three months.’
She kissed me on the cheek with collagen lips, working a wet spot into my stubble with her wheedling tongue. ‘And we’ll have all that money … all to ourselves. Why not start enjoying it now?’
I could think of maybe a hundred reasons she shouldn’t enjoy a plug nickel of my uncle’s dough. I’d married Tracy five years earlier, a humble, respectable carpenter looking to settle down with a wife and family. But, like most of the decisions I’d made in life, this was a bad one. Tracy was strictly interested in good times – with my money – not in a white picket fence and raising kids out in the suburbs. She’d been riding me like a nag ever since she’d said, ‘I do’; when I’d propositioned her when she’d stepped down off that stripper stage. And now, with a rich uncle dead in the ground with no other relations, it looked like her flogged horse had finally come in.
‘I can think of one reason,’ I said to the woman, narrowing the field. ‘I was a compulsive gambler ten years ago. Remember, I told you?’
She remembered, all right, but her pretty face with the perfect make-up feigned surprise, her lush lips framing an ‘O’. ‘Oh, you’re all over that now, Don. Besides, I’ll keep you honest.’
That was a laugh. And I almost hee-hawed right in her face. Instead, I said, ‘OK. Why not?’ What did I have to lose, after all, except maybe one wife? I was playing with house money, wasn’t I?
We had only been in Las Vegas for a day or so, soaking up the sun around the pool and the food at the buffet, when we met Lance and Carole. Lance was a long, tall drink of milky water, with black hair and eyes, dark-framed, horn-rimmed glasses, an annoying Adam’s apple and sly way of speaking. His wife was a knockout, however. Carole was built along Tracy’s lines, plenty of augmentation along the way, but also plenty of real, natural beauty. She was blonde and tanned, with huge breasts on a lithe, slender body, bright-green eyes and a strong nose and chin. Slim and stacked and then some.
Lance and I, and our wives, had a lot in common: two couples coming together to enjoy all that Sin City had to offer. We went out to dinner at a decent restaurant, and then the dolls played slot machines while the guys tried blackjack (me watching Lance). Then we took in a show. A real raunchy show that got everybody nice and loose, at twenty dollars a drink. Halfway through, Lance had his arm coiled around Tracy and was feeling up one of her tits, while Carole was rubbing my cock through my pants. When in Vegas …
‘Hey, how ’bout we go back to our suite?’ Lance suggested, after the bare-chested, lip-synching extravaganza had ended. ‘We can have a few more drinks … see what develops.’ He leered at my wife. ‘The night is young, after all. And so are we.’
Carole and Tracy loved the idea. Carole wrapped her arm around my waist and whispered dirty in my ear, then laughed. ‘Maybe we can play a little stud poker, huh, Lance?’ she suggested.
Lance kissed my wife on the lips, his arm still around her shoulders. ‘I don’t know about that. Tracy tells me Don is quite the stud with the cards.’
‘Oh, cards …’ Carole murmured, smiling seductively.
‘At one time I was,’ I muttered, not liking at all the direction this evening was taking. ‘But not any more.’
Tracy giggled, giving Lance’s cock a friendly squeeze and winking at Carole. ‘He’s quite the stud in other ways, too, Carole.’
Lance and Carole laughed, all three looking eagerly at me. ‘Looks like I might be the big loser tonight,’ Lance said, faking a pout.
My wife kissed him. ‘Nobody’s going to be a loser tonight. Carole and I will see to that. Right, Carole?’
Carole tightened her grip on my cock. ‘Right.’
My ego and dick both swelled, blood pounding in my body and groin, excitement at cards and arousal at Carole competing equally for my interest. I was just like they like them in Vegas – not thinking straight.
Lance and Carole had a room conveniently on the twelfth floor of the same casino-hotel we were staying at. It was just like ours, nice and spacious, furnished in white. Only it wasn’t ours, so I was leery of the set-up, despite Carole doing everything she could to distract me.
She kept my glass filled and snuggled up tight against me on the white leather couch across from her husband and my wife sharing a white leather chair. Tracy was stretched out in Lance’s lap, her long, smooth, bare legs loosely crossed, her bare arm around the guy’s narrow shoulders, her breasts thrust up even higher in her tight purple dress, braless nipples straining the thin fabric. I knew she didn’t have any panties on under the dress, either, because I’d banged her from behind before we’d gone down to the casino floor.
And Lance knew it, too. He had his left hand clasping the side of her left breast, squeezing, and his right hand deep in between my wife’s legs, rubbing. Carole and I watched as Lance and Tracy passionately kissed, swirled their glistening tongues together. Tracy squeezed the guy’s face with both hands, then clutched the back of his head with one hand and roamed the other inside his shirt and all over his bare chest. I couldn’t see my wife’s cheating eyes; she still had her designer sunglasses on.
Carole giggled and squirmed even closer to me on the couch, just about right into my lap. She fingered my hair in back, my cock in front through my pants. It was plenty of stimulation, even without the drinks. I took ahold of one of Carole’s big tits bulging her bright orange dress. She instantly thrust it hard into my hand, pumping my cock and cooing, as I pinched and rolled her thick nipple through the thin satin.
‘Before things go too far, how ’bout a little five card stud?’
That was Lance, propositioning me.
I was too high to object, too happy to have second thoughts. But I was still self-sucker-aware enough to say, ‘Sure. Up in our suite, though.’
Lance and Carole exchanged glances. But they agreed.
We set up the game at the round table in the middle of the suite. I broke out a deck of cards courtesy of the house and dealt the first hand. My own hands shook a little, and my mouth was as dry as the arid terrain outside that you’re not supposed to see. But it all came back to me – the quickening pulse, the outward calm, the scanning for ‘tells’, the marking the deck with subtle bends and scrapes. I’d been ten years out of the game, but I hadn’t lost a trick. Like riding a bicycle, or cutting yourself.
Only I was losing. Not at first; but as the game went along. And the wives dropped out, to watch, and participate in their own sexy way.
Tracy sat behind me and Carole behind her husband, Lance and I facing off across the table from each other. It was Carole who suggested that the wives remove a piece of clothing for each hand that their husbands lost. Tracy and Lance loved the idea.
I suddenly won a few hands again. And Carole’s fake gold earrings came off, her fake diamond necklace and wedding ring. You get an eye for these things, even if that eye has been closed for ten years or more. Carole’s spike heels came off next, and then the orange, body-hugging satin dress.
She sat naked across from me, her silky legs crossed and smooth arms folded. Her legs were open enough for me to see the teasing tuft of blonde fur at the top of her slit, and her crossed arms only pumped up her bronze tits even more, burnt-sugar nipples sniffing at the air. It was quite a distraction, and I lost a few hands. Until Tracy was as naked behind me as Carole was in front of me.
The stakes grew higher, everyone’s excitement mounting. My heart pounded in my chest and cock, sweat prickling my forehead despite the air-conditioning, penis tenting my pants despite my attempts to stay focused. I was getting overheated, out of control – and losing hand after hand.
Lance swept the last of my fifties over to his side of the table. ‘Nothing left, Don?’ the guy jeered. He’d been getting more obnoxiously cocky as his pile had grown – with my pile.
‘Maybe,’ I rasped.
He had ten thousand dollars of mine. And now Carole’s arms were folded right across her breasts, shielding her nipples from view, and her legs were crossed high and tight so that the tantalising blonde fur was gone. It looked like I was going to get the short end of the stick on both counts. No one likes a loser.
But before the game could close, I raised the stakes. ‘How about I put Tracy on the table?’ I said to Lance. ‘One hand. You win, you get her – to do with her what you want. I win, I get back a grand.’
The shocking thing was, no one objected. Not Carole, not Tracy. Especially not Tracy – at me staking her at only one thousand dollars. Though I knew she wasn’t worth even that much.
‘I’m game,’ my wife cooed behind me.
It was like a knife in the back, and I grimaced in spite of my mixed feelings. The end of our gone-sour marriage.
‘OK. Deal the cards,’ Lance enthused, glancing back and grinning at his own wife.
I lost.
I had a full house. Lance produced four aces.
Tracy stood up, naked, strolled over to my enemy’s side of the table. Lance smirked and pushed back his chair, spread his long, bony legs wide. Tracy stepped in between them, and Lance swarmed his pale hands all over my wife’s tan-lined tits, coveting the hot, smooth skin, the hefty flesh, impudently tweaking my wife’s engorged nipples so that she moaned.
I clenched my hands into fists on the table and gritted my teeth. Watching Lance feel up Tracy’s tits, then slap his left hand against her shaved pussy and plunge three fingers into her cunt. Tracy shuddered and gasped with delight.
Carole watched, too, a less than becoming snarl twisting her lips and firing her eyes. My cock throbbed in my pants, seeing another man squeeze my wife’s tits, pet and finger-fuck her pussy, suck on her distended nipples. So help me, I couldn’t help it. I hadn’t lost fair and square, I was sure of that. But I could get a measure of revenge, if I played my cards right.
Tracy still had her sunglasses on, so I was saved the distasteful pleasure of seeing her violet eyes roll back in her head as Lance parted her pussy lips and tongue-swiped her shining pink. I did see her quiver with unmistakable lust, though, again and again, as Lance lapped my wife’s cunt.
When he’d had his fill, and she’d had some of her thrill, Lance reached up and grabbed Tracy’s arms and brought her down to her knees at his groin. She glanced over at me, then unzipped the guy, pulled out his cock.
I glared at the scene, my wife gripping another man’s erection, licking her lush lips for effect two inches away from his bloated cap. Lance’s cock was just as long and pale as the rest of him, as veinless. Tracy pumped him, and he groaned. Tracy poured her red lips over his knob, and he pounded on the table.
‘Suck his cock! Suck my husband’s cock, you bitch!’ Carole hissed, leaning forward in her chair. She had both her hands pressed over her pussy, her arms crossed under her breasts so that they swelled off her chest like balloons.
It was hard not to maintain a hard-on, and I kept mine up, along with my clenched teeth and fists and rigid body. As Tracy slowly crawled her lips down Lance’s cock, taking more and more of the man’s shaft into her wet, heated, eager mouth. Until her nose nudged his dark pubes, and she had his entire erection sealed up in her face.
I knew from on-and-off experience my wife could deep-throat; I had been too dumb to ask where she’d picked up that experience. She performed like a pro now, with a breathless audience watching her every head-bob. She sucked Lance slow and sensual, pneumatically downing his cock and then sucking back up again.
Lance thrust his hips, pumping into my wife’s mouth and throat. Carole rocked back and forth in her chair, staring fiercely. I sat like a stone, my heart gone as hard as my cock. Tracy deep-throated with an easy, erotic intensity.
Then she moved faster, bobbing her head quicker, making her red hair fly; sucking deep and passionately on Lance’s cock. He desperately pumped into her face, grabbing onto her hair. The depraved slurping sound filled the hushed room, Tracy drooling saliva out of the corners of her stretched mouth.
Carole moaned like a wounded animal, rocking wildly in rhythm to the woman blowing her husband. I fired red, and sweat stung my eyes, my body quivering slightly as the climax rushed towards all four of us in that sordid hotel room.
‘Fuck, baby! Fuck!’ Lance blurted. He bucked in his chair, banging his balls against Tracy’s chin, his cock erupting inside her mouth.
Tracy’s throat worked silently and efficiently, swallowing every jerking hot jet from the jolted guy. When she finally, slowly pulled his spasming cock out of her mouth, a thick string of sperm still connected her lips and his cock – which she gobbled up with a satisfied swirl of her tongue.
It took a while for the rest of us to get our breath back. Then I surprised the stunned room again, by pulling another ten-thousand-dollar wad out of my other pocket and slapping it down on the table. ‘Looks like I have some more money, after all. Your turn to deal, Lance.’
Lance and Carole gaped at me. Tracy, I’m sure, glared at me behind her sunglasses. She tried to set up shop in back of me again, but I waved her over to their side of the table. ‘I lost you, remember?’
She pouted, standing there, with a bellyful of Lance’s semen. I’d had enough of the woman, anyway. Maybe my luck was changing.
Lance finally agreed to resume the game. That roll of greenbacks was just too tempting for the likes of him and his wife, the pair of them.
I won the first hand, and every one after that. Tracy didn’t have my back any more, and things went a whole lot better, as a result.
‘Looks like you’re cleaned out now,’ I gloated, as I gathered up Lance’s money – his five thousand to go with the ten I’d initially lost. He was more of a ‘team’ player than a solo card shark. And a sore loser, to boot.
‘You must be fucking ch– Fuck it!’ he groused, petulant as a spoiled brat when his favourite toy’s taken away. But he didn’t have the guts to flat-out call me a cheat.
I smiled, cool and snakelike. ‘You’re not done yet, are you, Lance? You’ve still got something to gamble with.’
He stared at me, sly eyes narrowing. ‘What’s that?’
‘Put your wife on the table, like I did. I win, I fuck her. You win, you get back all of your money plus my twenty thousand.’
Lance and Carole looked at me, then at each other. Tracy erupted like I’d stuck a pin in her plasticised ass. ‘Fuck you, asshole! Half of that money is mine!’
I leaned back in my chair and said coldly, ‘None of it’s yours. And you won’t be getting any of my uncle’s money, either. I’m going up the road for a Reno divorce as soon as this friendly game is over. Adultery. You committed it right in front of everyone here, remember? How does that taste?’
Tracy squawked some more, but nobody was listening. She was out of the game. It was me and my greenbacks against the team of Lance and Carole. They conferred for a moment. I eye-fucked every inch of Carole’s curvy caramel body during the intermission.
‘New deck. I deal,’ Lance said at last.
Carole sat back with a smile on her plush lips. She stretched her arms high overhead and arched her back, stuck out her legs. Giving me a good view of all I had to play for. Tracy sobbed on the bed, her chips cashed in for good.
Lance dealt me a red flush, himself probably a better hand from the bottom of the deck. Carole tensed, leaning forward with her elbows on her splayed thighs, her breasts hanging down. Lance’s hand shook as he dealt me a couple more cards, himself one. And then we stood pat.
‘Four aces,’ he said with a grin, spreading his cards out on the table.
Carole flung herself back in the chair, clapping her hands together. Tracy yelped, ‘Ha!’ Lance reached for my stack of bills.
I dropped a royal flush down in his face. You could’ve heard a pin drop along with it.
I could’ve let it go right there. Walked out right then. I’d been ten years off the con, but I’d proved I could still play the game. I’d showed the pair that you can’t con a conman. And I’d showed my wife, who was obviously in with them, that she couldn’t play me for a sucker any more, either. She must’ve been relaying my hands with her sunglasses – some sort of infrared light flashes that only the receivers on Lance’s eyeglasses could pick up. A little more high-tech than what I’d been used to, but the two-person relay team principle was the same.
I could’ve let it go at that. Only I was feeling kind of mean, and horny as hell. And I was owed.
‘Get on the table, on your back,’ I rasped at Carole.
She gasped and fluttered a hand to her throat, glancing appealingly at her husband. But Lance’s head was as hung as his cock had been, in my wife’s mouth, an hour or so previous. So Carole stood up and crawled onto the table, rolled over onto her back. She didn’t look so disappointed when I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock.
‘This fuck goes out to all of you,’ I told the room. Then lifted Carole’s sculpted legs to my chest and hooked her slender ankles onto my shoulders and slammed my erection into her pussy.
She squealed and clutched her breasts, pulled on her nipples. I grasped her lean thighs and rammed back and forth in her cunt, fucking the spoils of victory with everything I had.
The table rocked and creaked. Carole’s breasts shuddered back and forth in her hands, her green eyes blazing up at me, thighs quivering against me, blonde hair buffing the table. Her pussy was a velvet-lined steam tunnel, sucking on my cock as I pistoned. I pounded into her like a madman, getting my money’s worth, exacting eight inches of steel-hard fucking revenge to go with the card beatdown I’d given her husband.
Stud poker at its most exciting.
Lance and Tracy watched me fuck Carole. I dug my fingernails into her thighs and rammed my cock into her cunt. She screamed, clenching her tits. Her pussy walls convulsed around my drilling cock, and her body bounced on the table.
That’s when I let it all loose, hollering and churning and spasming. I jerked over and over again, blowing out my furious delight into that violently coming woman – in hot, brutal blasts of my cock.
Carole tried to switch teams. But I was out of the game – that sleazy life – for good. She was part of a threesome now. I didn’t envy Lance one bit.