Instead, I’m here in this hotel room sitting in a bathrobe and looking at the lack luster room service menu. I couldn’t even order something expensive to charge back to the company to spite my boss. They had made it clear I was responsible for my own food, the cheap bastards. With a sigh, I tossed the menu at the end of the bed and flopped backwards on the pillows. I was feeling homesick and frustrated by the day. To be honest, I was feeling just a bit horny too. Dan and I had not had sex in months. Either I’m too exhausted from work or he’s too distant to even attempt to touch me.
Getting hot
I missed being touched by a man. I missed having sex. My eyes were drawn to the television remote. Work was paying for the hotel, would they notice if I ordered something more mature and scandalous in nature? Of course, my boss is an asshole and he’s cheap. He’d notice. Maybe I should call Dan? Wouldn’t he be surprised if I called him and tried to initiate phone sex? Maybe it’d be the spark that would re-ignite his dick into myself when I got home.Reaching for my cellphone, I dialed his number. I was filled with a nervous energy that coiled in my stomach. The last time I had phone sex was an awkward five-minute conversation with Steve, my long distance boyfriend in college. He had spent the whole time breathing heavily into the phone while asking what color of underwear I was wearing (red) and when he was finished he hung up. We broke up the next day.
Surprise!
The phone rang for an awkward amount of time before it was answered.“Hello?” a breathy, young sounding female voiced answered. It sounded like I had just woken her up. She was probably also blonde with perky tits.
“Is…Dan there?” I asked as my stomach dropped to the floor. I could fool myself and think I had dialed the wrong number but I knew I hadn’t.
“He’s in the shower, can I take a message?” A little more awake now, she sounded smug and satisfied. She knew who I was if she was answering his phone. And I knew her satisfied voice was that of a slut who just got tumbled hard in the bed.
“Yes, can you tell him his wife called.” It was hard to sound like a bitch with the lump in my throat, but I tried. This whore was probably in my bed right now as my husband cleaned his disgusting self after having slept with her.
“Sure thing.” And then she hung up with a laugh caught in her throat. She did not care about being caught or found out. Truth be told, it probably got her off sleeping with married men and then throwing it in the faces of the jilted wife. I threw my phone against the bed. I wanted to scream. Tears pricked my eyes. How could he do this? How could he be such a raging asshole that he’d do this? But I knew, my husband was an asshole and this probably was not the first time that he had done this. It was just the first time that he had gotten caught.
Well, fuck him. I was not going to sit here and feel sorry for myself while my husband was balls deep into some whore. I did not need him to feel wanted or sexy. I jumped out of the bed and crossed the room to my suitcase. I threw clothes everywhere until I found what I had wanted. Slamming the bathroom door, I was going to turn my night around.
An hour later, I looked at myself in the mirror. My best red dress clung to my curves and showcased my assets with a plunging neckline. My auburn hair tumbled down my back. It was the look of a woman who wasn’t going to sit around her hotel room feeling sorry about herself. It was the look of a woman on the prowl.
The hotel had a casino and that would be my hunting ground. Yeah, I already had a plan - no need for smart Las Vegas guides.
All bets are on
Well-dressed men gathered around the card tables. The first few tables I looked at had no openings but the third was luck. It was a blackjack table with one elderly man and a dealer who looked like he walked off the cover of an erotic novel. As I approached the table I saw his gaze dip down to appreciate my chest – this dress did make my tits look pretty good. I felt the heat flush from my chest to my face. His attention was like taking my first sip of alcohol after years of sobriety. I wanted more.
I sat down and did not say much of anything as he dealt me in. After years of married life, I was not sure of how to go about seducing someone. I would cast him glances over my cards and quickly avert my eyes when he would smile back. When the first drink tray came by, I grabbed one even though it was not meant for me. I gulped it down and indicated that I wanted, nay needed, another. If I was going to do something so bold as take the dealer back to my room I needed some liquid courage.
Three drinks in I was flirting and losing at blackjack like this girl was was flirting at roulette. Three hundred dollars were already gone but my flirting game was strong. I’d use my straw and tease it with my tongue and look him in the eye, I’d pretend my necklace needed an adjustment and use it as a chance to run my fingertips across the top of my cleavage. I put myself on display to catch his attention. He could not look away. Soon the older gentleman left the table and we were alone. The casino seemed to fade away and I knew this would be my chance.
I opened my purse and looked at the extra hotel key card I had asked for. I wanted to slip it towards him. I glanced around as I closed my purse. I would probably get in trouble discreetly trying to give it to him. The last thing I wanted was his boss to think I was cheating. I had seen the movies before about the thugs that run the casinos. Nothing would be a bigger mood killer than being worked over by casino security. Well, there were other ways to be worked over by a bunch of thugs but I doubt that was how casino’s dealt with cheaters.
I had nothing left to do but be direct. I folded by cards.
“That’s it for me, handsome.” I had never felt so bold before. I slide the cards towards him, “maybe we can play a different type of game after your shift.” I grabbed my purse. My heart was in my throat. A smile crept over his face as mine turned a shade of red. I turned and left.
“I’m in 403.” I called over my shoulder as I sauntered from the table. I could feel his eyes on my back as I disappeared into the crowd. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I went back to the hotel room. I did not know what to do with myself. Was he going to come? Had I done something so stupid that he’s laughing about me with all his coworkers right now? What if he does come? Will I be able to go through with it?
Lucky streak
I unzipped my dress and got, naked, into a bathrobe. I opened the mini bar (screw my boss and his cheap as shit ways) and poured myself a stiff drink. I adjusted and readjusted the bathrobe three or four times. Should I show nothing? Should I have it hanging open? Should I really do this?I thought of my husband and all the good years we had. But then I remembered the voice on the other end of the line. He was probably fucking the blonde right now. I could see her perky tits bouncing up and down as she rode my husband like the slut she is. If he could do this, so could I. Fuck him fucking her.
A polite knock at the door pulled me from those thoughts. I held my breath unsure of what to do. Now was my chance, was I going to be bold and take it or ignore the door and go back to my mundane life. A second knock. I hurried to the door and flung it open. The Dealer was even better looking in my bedroom than when he was on the casino floor. His eyes widened at my attire and he closed the door behind him. I set down the drink and basically threw myself at him. My mouth was on his and his hands were everywhere. He tasted and felt so good.
Soon we were on the bed, naked and wild. All thoughts of my husband literally plowed from my head.
Maybe business trips weren’t so bad after all.
