Vegas Surrender

by Sasha Peterson

  Daniel’s eyes on me willed me to give in. I relented, massaging her clit with my thumb as we slurped away on him.

  Screams and moans echoed around the room. I needed his rod in me again. Rising to my feet, I pushed him up against the wall. Turning my back to him, I pushed my ass into him, and his dick slid into my wetness. My inner walls gripped against his dick as I rocked my hips back and forth.

  She was not to be left out. Following my action, she stood and pressed her body into me, which made me thrust harder into Daniel. Her vaginal lips rubbed across the front of mine, and we all stroked in unison. Soon, we all came together. It was amazing.

  As our breathing slowed and my heart rate decreased, she whispered, “Thank you,” and slipped out the room.

  Coming off the euphoric high, I was embarrassed and didn’t know what to say. Never in my life had I even thought of allowing another woman in our love making. What was my husband to think?

  He wrapped his fingers in mine. “Can we come back tomorrow?” Daniel asked with a huge grin on his face.

  Chapter Two

  “Flight attendants prepare for landing,” a male voice crackled through the intercom.

  The pilot announcing our dissention interrupted my thoughts. I took a look out the window. We hovered over the ground as the rain came down. Yes, our vacation had officially ended.

  The plane touched down and taxied to the gate. Daniel and I waited for most of the other passengers to go by before grabbing our carry-ons. We were returning home. No need to rush. Together we strolled off the plane and into Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport. After seeing McCarran International, this one seemed much smaller now.

  With no items to pick up at the baggage claim, we made it to our car in no time. I wasn’t a fan of Audi, but when Daniel bought me the latest edition for our anniversary, I changed my mind. The new model was something to look at. I loved my fully loaded white Sudan. We drove the car instead of his Range Rover. Daniel put our bags away, and I sank into the soft leather seats on the passenger side.

  The impact of the trunk slamming shook the vehicle, and soon he slid into the seat next to me. He turned the key in the ignition then reached out and held my hand before pulling off. On the drive home, he leaned over, giving me a kiss at each light. Never in my life would I have thought a trip to a swingers’ club with my husband would bring us closer together.

  After the first time, we went back twice. My face heated up at the mere thought of going all over again. What happens in Vegas stays there. I was never going to mention any of what happened to my friends.

  I placed a call to my sister. Tina answered on the first ring. “You’re back? I’ll meet you at your house so you can tell me all about it!”

  She didn’t bother to say hello nor wait for a reply. The phone went dead in my ear. I only called so she could bring Sheba, my black teacup Pomeranian, home.

  Before long, we turned into our housing division. Tina’s black SUV was parked in the single section of our three car garage, and she stood next to it, watching Sheba running in the yard. She waved to us as we pulled into the driveway.

  Daniel switched the gear into park, his gaze warm and inviting as he looked into my eyes. “I love you.” He gave me another peck on the lips and exited the car.

  Normally he would open my door, but Tina blocked him by standing on the other side of it. He nodded at her and continued into the house.

  Words spilled out of her mouth a mile a minute just as my hand pulled on the door handle. “Girl, how was it? I need to know everything.” She flipped her long weave over her shoulder. Looking at her, one would think she was taping an episode of the many reality shows filmed in Atlanta instead just getting off work from her job as a paralegal.

  “It was fun.” My dog yipped around and ran towards me while doing her happy dance in-between my legs.

  “Fun?” She rolled her eyes. “Details. I need details.”

  She was hot on my trail as I went through the door left open by Daniel.

  “We gambled, drank entirely way too much, and saw the sights.”

  “That’s it?” She looked disappointed. “You guys are so lame. You were in Sin City and only went there to gamble. No strip clubs or anything?”

  “Strip clubs? Why would we go there?” I raised my brow and blinked my eyes, feigning innocence.

  “So you can watch that man of yours get turned on by the dancers and then screw the hell out of him once you made it back to your room, duh.” She looked at me with those gray eyes as if I didn’t have a clue. How Tina ended up with different colored eyes was something only a geneticist would know. She had beautiful dark skin and thick natural hair hidden under her weave. Both of our parents were dark-skinned. I took after our grandmother.

  “What makes you think I didn’t have sex with my husband?” I asked in a hushed tone.

  “For the simple fact you whispered the word ‘sex.’ You’re such a prude. You’ve been that way since college.”

  I picked up Sheba, who had followed us inside. “There’s a difference between being Miss Hot Pants like yourself and having a boyfriend.”

  “Well, the way Grant screwed around on you back then, you should have been Miss Hot Pants. I’m surprised you didn’t catch something from his nasty ass.”

  “It’s called using a condom.”

  I’d get her later for bringing up the sordid memory. Because Grant was the first person I ever loved, I allowed him to get away with murder. That is, until the disrespect got so bad that girls tried flirting with him right in front of me. He did nothing to correct their behavior so I removed myself from the situation. Less than a week later, he proudly walked the campus with one of them on his arm.

  “Whatever.” She made the gum she chewed crack, irritating my ears farther. “So, are you guys back good now or what?”

  “We were never bad. Just missing our spark is all.”

  “Unless you let him break your back in, you two still have issues.” She strolled over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.

  “Hand me one.” All the extra drinking had given me a headache. Thankfully, I had no clients the following day and could rest. “What Daniel and I do is between us. Quit being so nosey.”

  “Quit being so uptight.” She stuck her tongue out at me and laughed. “Did you at least win some money?”

  “Actually, I won twenty-five hundred on the slots and Daniel broke even on Roulette.”

  “When are we going shopping?” She batted her eyes, portraying the innocent look I’d given her.

  “We? How did we contribute?”

  “By watching the dog in your lap.”

  Sheba barked right on cue.

  I looked down at Sheba. “Whose side are you on?”

  “When are you guys going to have a real baby? I’d much rather change a diaper than walk a dog in the rain,” Tina said.

  “Probably no time soon.” I didn’t want to tell her about the miscarriage I had a few months prior. We were finally ready to make a family and I stopped taking birth control a year earlier. I lost the baby at twelve weeks. The doctor said it was normal after taking birth control for almost over ten years, but nothing about a miscarriage felt normal to me. I had just turned twenty-six and was finally stable in my career, and we’d passed the newly wed break-up years in our marriage. I didn’t want to be like Daniel and his first wife. They were barely together a year before filing for divorce. According to him, it took another year to be complete.

  Their nine-year-old son was non-existent because his mom ran off to Europe with him. Daniel and his first wife met while in college and had a baby, broke up, then got back together years later. When he told me on our first date almost four years ago that he wanted another child but wasn’t in a rush, I was fine with it. It seemed as if so much time had passed since then.

  “What are you waiting on?” Tina interrupted my thoughts. “You ain’t getting any younger. Are you trying to be one of those old parents?” />
  “What’s wrong with that?” I raised one eyebrow up at her.

  “Being confused as the grandparent.” She smiled.

  She did have a point, but I had no control over Mother Nature. We’d just have to wait and see.

  “Tina, you mind if I have my wife back?” Daniel poked his head into the kitchen. “Technically, we’re still on vacation until tomorrow.”

  “Sure.” She slid off the stool and gathered her purse and car keys. “I’ll call you tomorrow, Jen.”

  With her out the way, Daniel made his way over to me and wrapped me in a warm embrace. “I just want you to know I enjoyed my vacation. It was more than any man can ask for, and I would never expect you to do anything like that again. That is…unless you wanted to.” He gave me a sly grin.

  I gave him a playful jab in the ribs. “What happened in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

  Chapter Three

  Back into the full swing of work, I sat at my desk, getting caught up on emails. I used to work from home but decided to get an office space again because of the numerous interruptions. My family and friends failed to see me being at home as working and dropped by or expected me to be at their beck and call on a daily basis. My assistant, Kathy, had also gotten too comfortable at my house. On more than one occasion, I found her in the living room watching television instead of making phone calls or doing her administrative work. Being back in an actual office eliminated everything.

  My mind wandered as I reviewed information from potential clients. With technology, appointments were made directly on my website. It was designed to ask specific questions. I knew the majority of their needs before even picking up the phone. If more information was required, I deferred to Kathy for the call.

  I narrowed down my list to just three. Threesome. There went my mind again.

  I blushed at the thought of our return trip to the Red Door. My stomach did flip flops as we made our way inside again. Disappointment and relief washed over me at not seeing the brunette upon entering. This time, we took a seat in the lounge area and ordered a round of drinks from there. The couple next to us didn’t hesitate to strike up a conversation.

  “You guys want to swap?” a deep voice attached to a large hairy man asked. His eyes meandered over my body as if I were a succulent dish.

  My drink caught in my throat and seeped up, burning my nose. I fought against spitting it out.

  “No. We’re good,” Daniel said.

  I let out a sigh of relief. No way was I sleeping with some other man. Only one penis entered my body, and I was married to it.

  “Let’s dance, baby.” I wanted away from that guy. The way he ogled me made me feel like a piece of meat. It wouldn’t have been so bad if the wife acted like it bothered her, but she was too busy gawking at Daniel.

  “If you’ll excuse us.” Daniel grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor.

  The DJ played a mixture of new and old dance music. I downed my drink and felt great. My hips swayed back and forth to the beat. I got down on my husband as if I were like the women I’d seen in the dance clubs back home, long before Miley Cyrus made it popular on the MTV Awards. They always looked as if they were doing more than dancing. Why not try my hand at twerking it in a place like this?

  Midway through the song, Daniel couldn’t handle the grinding I gave him anymore.

  “We need to go upstairs.” His voice was husky against my neck. His stiff rod against my backside yearned to be touched.

  “I couldn’t agree more.”

  I followed closely behind him. The only available room was called the Swing Room. Inside the room was a bed with a black strap hanging from the ceiling. If the tour guide hadn’t given us a demonstration of it the day before, I wouldn’t have had the faintest idea of how to use it. It resembled mountain climbing gear to me.

  After a bit of foreplay, Daniel coaxed me into the contraption. From the way his eyes lit up, I figured I must have gotten into it right. I was suspended in the air with my legs spread wide open.

  “You look delicious.”

  Though I couldn’t see her, I’d never forget her voice.

  Hanging there, I felt exposed. Where had she come from?

  Footsteps came closer, and then I felt soft hands on my breasts with firm nipples pressing against the curve of my back.

  “Don’t let me interrupt you. I know you want to dive face first into your wife. By all means.”

  Daniel positioned himself in beneath me on the bed and licked away at the folds of my nectar. With each nip of his tongue on my bud, I slipped over the edge. My head fell back, enthralled in bliss. She moved around to the front of me and sucked my nipples. I was in no position to push her away. If I released my hands from the straps, I would fall.

  I opened my mouth to protest, but a moan escaped my lips instead. Lust had taken over.

  “Let me taste her.” She gave Daniel a nudge.

  Obliging, he adjusted to the side. He rose up and ran his tongue across my neck as her lips grazed my pearl. My body tensed.

  “Relax, baby,” he whispered to me.

  My inhibitions ran and jumped out the nearest window. She gripped my clit with her lips and sucked it in and out before gently inserting a finger. Her antics drove me insane. My body involuntary rocked against her face as her tongue slipped deeper in my hole.

  “Jennifer, your two o’clock conference call is on the line.” Kathy leaned against my office door.

  I shook my head and snapped out of it. Thankfully, my computer screen hid my face. Surely I was blushing.

  “Thank you.”

  She left my office, and I joined the call. The entire time I was on the line, I squirmed in my seat, barely listening. My thoughts had me hot and bothered. As soon as it ended, I grabbed my purse and headed out my office.

  “Kathy, I have to handle a few things. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  I didn’t stick around for a response as I rushed out the main door and down the hall to an elevator. It seemed to take an eternity to come and go down the fourteen flights. With the sound of the ding, I took off to my car. Within twenty minutes, I was at my husband’s workplace. I bypassed his secretary and walked straight in his office.

  Daniel sat in his leather chair, on the phone with his back turned. Gently, I closed his door and made my way over to him. I tapped his shoulder, and he turned around. His lips curled upright, and a huge grin spread across his face. He held up his finger. Ignoring him, I undid his pants, pushed his rod through the opening of his boxers, and took him in my mouth.

  “Phil, I have to call you back.” He hung up the phone. “You little devil you.”

  I licked down his shaft before wrapping my mouth around him, taking him all in.

  “Mmm,” he moaned.

  I wanted, no, I needed him inside me. My body was on fire for him. I slid up my skirt and pushed my thong to the side before easing my firm ass down on his hard shaft. As wet as I was, there was no need to be gentle. I rode him right there in his workplace and didn’t stop until we both came.

  “What has gotten into you?” He didn’t hide the elation on his face. His eyes sparkled in awe as if he were experiencing the power of electricity for the first time.

  I handed him a tissue from his desk. “I wanted my husband, and I didn’t want to wait for it.”

  “You have no complaints here. You did catch me at an awkward time though. I have a meeting, and I am about to be late.” He adjusted his clothes as he spoke. “Can we finish this tonight?”

  “Don’t forget about our counseling session.”

  “Yeah… That.” His smile faded.

  I sighed. I had to open my big mouth and put a damper on things. He gave me a kiss and mouthed, “I love you,” before opening back up his office door and heading out. I looked at the mirror on his back wall to make sure my hair was in place and then proceeded out the door myself.

  “Have a nice day.” I waved to his secretary as I passed, not daring to look directly at her.

&n
bsp; Chapter Four

  “The last time you were here, we spoke about how dedicated each of you are to your professions, which left little room for romance,” our marriage counselor said.

  Daniel had brought it up so I let him go ahead and answer. I focused on the black and white artwork on the white walls. In fact, the entire office was black and white from the leather couches we sat on to her Dr. Tara Patrick name plate. The only thing out of place was my outfit. My peach colored blouse and gray skirt seemed off.

  “And how do you feel about that?” Dr. Patrick gazed at me.

  “Excuse me. Can you please repeat the question?” I hadn’t heard a word they said.

  “Your husband just said things have improved since your vacation.”

  I smiled, thinking of our afternoon romp. “Indeed it has.”

  “Good. However, your vacation was a temporary fix. A month ago, without actually saying it, you two were on the verge of a divorce. There was little communication between you, and you went about your home life like robots. You were simply going through the motions. Is it plausible to think one vacation erased all of that? Maybe, but you two still have a lot of work to do. Have you tried any of my other suggestions?” She leaned back in her chair, analyzing us.

  I almost said we didn’t have time to, but thankfully Daniel answered.

  “We’re working on it.” He grabbed my hand and held it for emphasis.

  Her suggestions included cooking together, long walks, date night, taking baths together, and so on. For the next twenty minutes, we did an exercise voicing the things we loved about each other and what we could improve on. I went through the motions but was stuck on something she said. “Verge of divorce.” Were we really that far gone? I didn’t feel we were. Was I missing something? Was the vacation a temporary fix and next week we’ll be back to being roommates? My heart sank at the thought. I loved my husband. The way he looked at me as he spoke about the things he loved put a smile on my face.