Adultery Making It Work by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nowadays she switched between wearing her first and second engagement rings (always wearing her wedding ring too of course). She probably wore the diamond more, not because it cost more, but because she was afraid the soft sapphire of her original engagement ring would chip. She always kept both rings with her though. The sapphire ring was in her suitcase upstairs.

Thinking about her original engagement ring, she thought about Mike's sapphire project. She wondered why he called it "sapphire," even though the project was jokingly named after making money. "Emerald" would have been a more apt name. Mike joking said the project was named "sapphire" because it was about "red hot money." But she wondered if Mike had named the project for her. She smiled thinking that.

"I'm Jen," she said with a smile.

"Emily," the waitress said smiling back.

"My husband would love your outfit," Jen said with a grin, looking Emily up and down.

"I know, right?" Emily laughed. She lowered her voice conspiratorially. "Sometimes my husband does me in it!" They laughed.

Emily wore a brownish form fitting halter dress that barely covered her ass and had slits up the sides. The dress was backless. There was no way Emily could be wearing a bra, although the dress had beads running from Emily's neck to below her breasts that hid her nipples. The dress was slinky and practically see-through. Underneath Emily wore shiny nude opaque pantyhose and ankle strap high heels. (Author's note: For an idea of Emily's outfit, see my Photobucket album: http://s876.photobucket.com/user/xleglov...t=3&page=1)

"Don't tell anyone I told you that!" Emily giggled, and they shared another laugh. "You know, they sell a dress like this at Fendi at Ceasar's Forum shoppes." She touched Jen's ring and added with a giggle "It's ungodly expensive but you can probably afford it."

Jen laughed, looking down embarrassed. She looked at Emily's outfit again. Kinda like the Chanel dress, but only half the material -- which was scary. Mike would definitely love it.

Emily left and Jen turned back to the slot machine. After a few minutes a cute guy sat at the slot machine right next to her, even though the entire row was empty. "Hey I'm Kenley," he said after a few minutes.

Jen smiled politely and said "Jen."

"Any luck so far?" Kenley asked.

"Um ... I don't think so," Jen laugh, looking at the display and seeing she was down to seven dollars.

"Let me show you a trick," Kenley said reaching over and pressing a few buttons.

Jen tried it and immediately won 2 out of 3, pushing her credit back to $10. "I'm rolling now," she said laughing.

"Almost enough to buy a drink," Kenley said laughing back. "Speaking of a drink, wanna get one? You look like a wine aficionado. They have a great wine bar here."

"I do like wine," Jen said with a smile. She held up her left hand. "So does my husband."

Undeterred, Kenley asked, "He's here?"

"Nope. But --."

"What's the harm in a glass of wine?" Kenley said, giving her a charming boyish smile.

"I'm happy just hanging here," she said.

Kenley gave her a playful hurt look. "This is a brush off, right?"

"Sorry," Jen said with a polite smile and shrug.

Just then Emily returned, giving Kenley a serious up and down look as he walked away. "You do attract the cuties huh?" she teased. She handed Jen a glass of red wine. "On the house."

"Thanks!" Jen said.

Emily had a glass too and they toasted, then both took a sip.

"Here on pleasure?" Emily asked.

"Business," Jen said.

"Well hey," Emily said, "I'm getting off and my girlfriends and I are going out. Wanna come with us?"

"Me?" Jen said flattered and surprised.

"Sure, you're nice," Emily grinned. "And it's always more fun going clubbing with a boy magnet like you."

"I don't know about that!" Jen laughed. "What about your husband?"

"He doesn't mind," Emily said. "This is Vegas, right?" They shared another laugh.

"I kinda have to get up early tomorrow," Jen said begging off.

"Okay, no worries," Emily said cheerfully. "I work most nights so maybe I'll see you again."

A little later Jen got hit on again. She went up to her room feeling as flushed as before. Getting hit on by three cute guys hadn't exactly made the longing in her pussy go away.

Worse, Allie and Scott were still going at it in the room next door. She kicked off her flats and gulped down another glass of wine. She took off her blouse and bra and got into bed. Then she peeled off her tights. The crotch was moist.

She gave into it and rubbed herself. She fantasized about being taken by Dylan, Kenley and Brad, all at the same time. They were all really cute. She rubbed her clit and squeezed her breasts thinking about Dylan in her pussy, Kenley in her ass and Brad in her mouth, all of them treating her rough and dirty and calling her nasty names. Scott drifted into her fantasy, so did Ricky, even Colin. They had their hard cocks out, slowly stroking themselves as they waited their turn with her, calling her nasty names, egging the other guys to fuck her harder and finish so they could have their turn.

Then her mind drifted to Darren. At first her fantasy involved all the men, but then the white boys drifted away, intimidated by Darren's powerful jet black body and glorious cock.

She imagined Darren at the casino, forcing her down on her knees to blow him while Emily watched. "God Jen you're such a slut" Emily said watching Darren fuck her face, the saliva and Darren's pre-cum spilling from her mouth over her chin and down her neck.

Mike drifted into her fantasy. He was naked like Darren and playing with himself. His dick was so much smaller than the black man's.

Darren laughed seeing Mike's small penis. "Do something useful cuck, lick my ass as your pretty wife blows me," he ordered.

Mike hesitated.

"Do it Mike," Jen insisted with an intrigued delighted smile.

Looking defeated, Mike got on his knees and stuck his nose in Darren's black crack. Darren growled feeling Mike's tongue rubbing back and forth over his puckered asshole. "Yeah white boy that feels good," he said.

He yanked Jen's hair, pulling her off his cock and making her look at Mike with his nose pressed deep in his black crack. "What do you think of your husband now Jenny girl?" he said laughing.

"God Mike ...," Jen said with a disbelieving smile.

Darren grabbed Mike and roughly forced him around, so he was staring right at his big black cock. "What do you want your husband to do Jenny?" the black man asked with an evil grin.

Jen grinned back with a wicked excited smile. "Go down on him Mike," she urged her husband.

Her eyes squeezed closed, Jen moaned and arched her back as she came. "God you're so perverted," she thought to herself as she caught her breath. She shivered. Where had THAT fantasy come from? She gulped down another glass of wine.

Scott and Allie were still going at it. But with the release of her orgasm and the glasses of wine, she was able to fall asleep.

She woke up early the next morning -- she was on east coast time -- and called Mike. She told him about the night before and getting hit on by three cute guys (she didn't mention her fantasy). As expected, he got really excited.

"What were you wearing?" he asked excitedly.

"Just tights and flats," she said feigning innocence.

"So they saw your ass and legs!" he said laughing.

A little later he asked, "What are you up to this morning?"

"Probably gonna work out," she said. "My meeting doesn't start until 2."

"Maybe the guys will be there," Mike said mischievously. "Don't wear a bra to the gym."

"Mike-you-are-crazy!" she said, exasperated and playful at the same time.

Later she hesitantly said "Allie and Scott are in the next room."

"Oh," he said his voice suddenly wary.

"They're doing their thing, I'm doing mine," she assured him.

"Okay," Mike said.

After hanging up she got ready for the gym. She put on a thong and the black tights from last night. She was about to put on a sports bar but then thought of Mike. Feeling weird about the fantasy, she tossed the bra back into her suitcase and put on a crop top that exposed a few inches of her flat tummy.

She put on sneakers and then brushed her hair, putting it into a ponytail.

Then she took a selfie and emailed the picture to Mike. Her nipples were clearly outlined in the stretchy material of the crop top. She teasingly typed in "Think Kenley will like?" She'd told him Kenley was the cutest of the three, and the most charming.

There was a mirror in the elevator and she looked at her chest, turning this way and that. Not only did her nipples dent the material, you could just make out the dark of her nipples and areola through the material. God Mike ....