Wife Makes Friends at Casino Ch. 01

It's then that I was really bad. I had that feeling that only a voyeur can really get. Especially one that is watching his wife in a situation like that, where she was obviously entertaining that man's advances and was entirely unaware of me watching. Deep inside, I knew that cuckold fantasies turn me on. Though truthfully, I don't like the stories where the cuckold is humiliated by the wife and her dates, or made to wear women's clothes and be called a girl. If a guy spoke to me like they do in some of the cuckold stories I've read, I'd beat his ass and send him packing without any hesitation. Abby and I had played a lot of games and humiliation of the other had never been a thrill for either of us.

Okay, back to topic. How was I bad? I pulled out my phone at that moment and checked the time. I'd been gone about an hour so far. So I chose that moment to send Abby a text. In the message I told her that the movie had crashed and that the hotel had restarted it, but that I'd have to live through the first hour again. I also told her that I was content with that, because the movie had been great so far, so if it was okay with her, I'd still be in the room another couple hours so she was on her own for that time. Okay, so you know it now. I lied to my wife. Deal with it.

As you know if you've been to one, the casino is kind of loud due to all the sounds of machines, music playing etc, so I wasn't sure that she'd hear her phone when my text arrived. However, about 30 seconds after tapping the Send button, I saw her slip her hand into her clutch and pull her phone out. I could only assume she had it set on vibrate mode. I watched as she read my text and smiled broadly as her new friend read it over her shoulder. She began to type me a reply as he moved his hand back down her back and slowly stroked her ass over her dress. This time, however, whether it was because her hands were too busy, or she knew that I wasn't around to bust her out, she let him.

Soon, I received a reply to my previous text. It said, "Okay baby, I'm having fun hanging out with these folks and am still winning. Take your time and I'll plan to stay down here as long as I'm winning. I love you!" I couldn't help but smile. This could get interesting after all.

After she put her phone away, they put their heads together and began conversing quietly. The others at the table were not oblivious, but rather playfully rolling their eyes, pointing and laughing at the two of them. During the entire time, his hand never left her ass. In fact, his hand looked very comfortable there.

I saw him talking to her and she was giggling every few seconds, so I knew she was enjoying the conversation. During that time, beyond my belief, his hand moved from her ass to her leg and about every time she giggled (which was a lot for her), his hand moved higher up her thigh.

After a few more minutes of this, I saw her give a small jump and grab his arm tightly. I saw his arm making small movements and could only guess that this new man was stroking my wife's naked pussy. She soon loosened her grip on his arm and relaxed into him. After another minute of this, he whispered into her ear again and I saw her nod to him.

When she nodded, they immediately went into action. They both scooped up their chips and excused themselves from the table to a chorus of laughter and "yeah rights" from the man's companions.

My heart was now jumping up my throat. Where were they going? The rational side of me said it was to go play another game, but in reality, I knew that not to be true.

The question in my head was this, "Was my wife about to do something she's never done before? Without me?"

I had that mix of sick to my stomach feelings and the urge to see more. I just had to see what happened next, but truthfully, deep down, I still didn't think anything would. As it turned out, I was deluding myself.

I moved locations as they headed across the casino and to the hotel portion. I casually walked behind them and maintained my distance in the crowd. Eventually, I saw them go down a hallway. I was jumping to all kinds of conclusions at this time, but thought for sure they couldn't be headed to a room, because Derrick's company had stuck them out on the edge of town. Though I did have a start of panic if they were headed for our hotel room, because Abby fully expected to find me there, and I was not. Fortunately, that fear was short-lived as they headed out the door to the pool area and this area was much less crowded than the gambling floor.

I was thinking hard as I stayed a little bit behind them. I had been out to the pool area earlier in the day to survey the location and knew there was very few secluded locations, though some did exist. I also knew they were not leaving the hotel, because the parking garage was the opposite direction. I quickly decided that they might walk around the pool for a few minutes and if I followed them straight out that I might run right into them. Besides, by then I had consumed a couple beers and needed to piss badly, so I detoured into the hotel restroom next to the pool.

I was incredibly torn up inside and equally turned on. The result was that my cock was hard as steel. There was a row of four stalls with the one on the end being a handicap accessible stall, so I entered the next to the last one. It's not that I don't appreciate the extra room of the handicap stall, but I just make a habit of not using them.

Once in the stall and unzipped, I knew that I'd have to take my mind off of the things that could be happening between Derrick and Abby, so my cock would go down enough for me to urinate. It was helpful that I feared I'd lose them if they came out of the pool area before I was done; so the fear made it easier to lose my hard-on long enough for me to take the pressure off my bladder. I really felt the need to hurry because I didn't want to lose them.

I had just managed to complete the process, zip up and unlock the stall door when the door opened and someone walked in. I thought nothing of it, until I heard Abby's voice. She said simply, "Give me a minute to freshen up and I'll catch up with you."

His response was friendly and mischievous, "Okay, Abby, I'll make sure the coast is clear." She giggled as the door closed blocking the sound of her laugh as he came further into the restroom.

Upon hearing her voice, I had frozen and stayed inside the stall where I was. I never moved or made a sound. However, I did wonder what the hell he meant by ensuring "the coast is clear".

The bathroom in this casino was definitely upscale in the fashion of casinos. Everything was shiny and bright, the floor was marble or some similar stone and the stalls were actually near full height with privacy doors that had locks on them that changed from "unoccupied" to "occupied" when you turned the lock.

The truth is, that as long as I stood still, he'd never know I was there. I didn't even need to get on top of the toilet so my feet were out of view. Of course, it's not like he'd recognize my shoes if he could see them, but it was about to work out to my advantage in a way that I had not foreseen.

First, I heard him walk over to a urinal and then I heard the sound of his piss hitting the porcelain. He whistled quietly while he took care of his business and when he finished, I heard him wash his hands.

"At least he's clean," I thought to myself as he dried his hands using a hand dryer.

It was then that I found the stall both an advantage and a disadvantage. As stated, there were four of them in a row and I was in the next to the last one. He walked down the row of stalls and tapped on each door, asking if it was occupied.

As he approached my door, I held my breath and when he tapped and asked, I kept completely silent. I had already unlocked it before I heard Abby's voice so all indications were that he would go by, but if he decided to stick his head inside each one, I'd be so busted.

I was already trying to think of an excuse in my head, as I heard him move to the last one in the row, which was the extra large handicap accessible one, and open the door. He paused for a moment with the door open, like he was taking a long look inside of it, and then I heard the stall door close again.

Initially, I thought he was actually in the stall next to me, but I immediately heard him as he walked back to the men's room door and opened it to exit. My sigh of relief at not being busted was short lived as I heard him say, "Are you ready? The coast is clear."

Again I heard the sweet tenor of Abby's voice. She was nervous, but the excitement was plain when she asked, "Are you sure we won't get caught?"

"I'm positive," he replied with the smile showing through in the sound of his voice.

My head exploded as the thought coursed rampant through my brain, "Holy fucking shit! They're coming in here!"

While I did manage to keep from explosively exhaling air, I have no idea how the sound of my heart beating hard against my chest was not echoing loudly through the men's room as I heard them move down the row and into the last stall.

"I really shouldn't be doing this," Abby said, but she didn't sound remotely convincing to me, or I'm sure to Derrick.

"It's okay Abby. You said hubby was caught up in the movie and these stalls are perfect for this. You said after our discussion that you had to see what I was talking about, and I can promise that you won't regret it. No pressure though, if you want out let's go back to roulette." He said this all fluidly with sincerity and a hint of confidence.

"No, no. I'm excited about this, but just nervous, as I've never done this before. You're just lucky I've got a few drinks in me buddy," she said with that nervous giggle that I've heard several times already.

I couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about, but whatever it was, they needed privacy so I could guarantee it was something that would, at the least, greatly bend our marital vows.

The music from the casino was piped into here as well, but was playing somewhat more softly. At the moment, it was playing some of the latest pop hits and it was over the most recent song by a musical diva that I heard my wife begin kissing another man. I know this because there were moans and soft gasps as their mouths made the noises that can only come from a hot make out session.

I knew that most men would have never gotten this far without interrupting. I also knew that I should end it, but I was, in fact, experiencing one of my greatest fantasies. I had the raging cock again to prove it. As their moans increased in volume, I was able to quietly unzip my jeans and loose my prick from its confines. Fortunately, the music was just loud enough to muffle my sounds.

It was then the restroom door opened. Suddenly everything went quiet next door, as whoever came inside the room, went to the urinals and did his business. He, however, was not as clean as the man currently making out with my wife, because he did not wash his hands before leaving.

As soon as the door closed, I heard a giggle from Abby followed closely by a gasp from her. "Oh my god, Derrick, it's huge!"

He laughed softly and said, "I said you wouldn't regret it . . . But . . . you have to see it in person to fully appreciate it. Why don't you take him out for me."

With her saying in awe, "It feels so big." I hear the sounds of someone settling on the toilet seat. I can only assume it is Abby from the general location of the voices.

When I hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down, I make my decision. I've got to see this somehow. I need to see it for myself before the excitement kills me. The question was, how? I look up and see there is about a 3-inch gap between the top of the stall and the ceiling, which means that it leads into the other side. There's no way that I can see the action through there though. I couldn't possibly get high enough to even see the tops of their heads.

Then it came to me. I'm nothing if not a smart guy and I know my technology well. I had in my pocket, my wonderful smartphone. Which, of course, has the latest smart phone camera capabilities.

As the sound of his zipper being lowered was followed closely by the sound of a belt buckle, I quietly mounted the toilet seat in my own stall. As the rustle of jeans indicated they were hitting the floor, I turned the volume off on my phone. This would prevent both any text or call noises, as well as quiet any camera sounds. Tapping the camera app with my thumb, I changed it to front camera video mode, and carefully slipped it through the gap so the camera lens was peeking over into the next stall.

The width of the stall wall was minimal, but did manage to block a good portion of my phone's screen, which left me with two options. First, record the action or second, catch glimpses of the action. I decided that I would try to create a happy medium, but I wanted this recorded for posterity so I could watch it in detail at a later time.

Regardless of my final decision, initially, I was able to catch a partial glimpse of the image that coincided with the sounds of my wife's oohs and aahs.

"So you like it, I see," he says with a laugh.

"Oh my god yes, Derrick, it's beautiful and so big." The captivation was evident in my wife's voice as she fondled the large cock of a stranger in a bathroom stall.

Strangely enough, I felt no jealousy about his cock, because I had an overwhelming urge to see Abby handle it. I peeked at my phone screen to ensure it was still recording and thought of what I'd see later.

I stopped concentrating on the screen and instead tried to tune my ears to the noises next door. Sure enough I heard Abby continue to enjoy the view and I could hear the sound of skin against skin as if a hand was moving up and down a hard shaft.

When I heard the wet smack of lips, Derrick said, "Yes baby, use your mouth on it. See how much you can get inside of it."

I can only assume that was exactly what she was doing because her only response was more of a, "Mmmmpf, mmmmmpf."

I had to hold my phone with my right hand, so I could only stroke with my left, which isn't my dominant hand, but I just had to stroke my cock in time to the wet sounding slurps coming from the other side of the wall.

"Play with your pussy for me Abby." The statement was quiet, but commanding as it left his mouth. "I know it's wet for me, because I was playing with it earlier, remember?"

I heard nothing in response, but I did hear Abby moan, as I assumed she had just lifted up her short skirt and begun to play with her beautiful pussy for him.

Suddenly, I heard a popping noise as you hear when suction is broken along with a sigh of disappointment from Derrick. I heard rustling and the jingle of Abby's clutch. It sounded like she was digging inside of it. I couldn't help but wonder what she was digging for. Part of me hoped it wasn't a condom, but an equal part of me hoped it was. The answer was not at all what I expected, but I found a lot of joy and hope in it.

When I next heard her voice she said, "Baby, take my phone and snap a couple a pics of me sucking your cock for my hubby."

"What?" he asked in obvious surprise.

Abby giggled and said, "I'm going to put him to the test. He's always said that I can be bad all I want, but I need to take pics or get it on video for him. I've always thought he was mostly kidding, but now I wonder if it wouldn't really turn him on, so I'm going to have them, just in case."

Derrick warmed up to the idea and I heard him snap a couple of pics as the slurping and sucking noises got louder and faster.

"Oh fuck baby, yes, just like that. Holy shit, you're a great cock sucker Abby," Derrick moaned and groaned as my wife gave him what must have been a world-class blowjob.

As he finished his last statement, I heard the sound her phone makes when a text leaves it to head out into the nether and to whatever destination it was pointed.

Abby must have heard it too, because the sound of sucking stopped immediately and she confronted him, "What the hell did you just do? Did you send my husband a pic? Please god, tell me you didn't?"

Laughing, he replied, "No, no baby, I didn't send it to your hubby. I, uh, sent it to Ted, Greg and Susan at the roulette table."

"You did what?" she exclaimed. She was beginning to sound a little panicked.

"Relax Abby, just relax," he said soothingly, "I told you that our team had a special relationship. You had to know that they knew what you and I were doing, right? Don't worry, they won't do anything with it and your secret is safe with us."

I fully expected her to blow up and leave him there, but was totally amazed to hear her laugh softly, and say, "Well, I hope it was a good picture that you sent them." No sooner had the words left her mouth and the slurping noises continued anew along with her moans as I assumed she began working her pussy harder.

The noises continued for 30 more seconds or so and then Derrick said, "Stand up and let me put this fucker into your pussy baby."

The popping of lost suction noise occurred again and Abby replied immediately, "I'd love too hun, but my pussy is for my hubby. That I'm sucking you is bad enough, but he'll want to fuck me later and I won't give him a stretched out pussy. That is, unless, he asks for it that way." She ended the statement with a laugh.

I felt both pride and a small amount of disappointment, but I couldn't help but wonder what she had in mind. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she sounded like she had a plan of some kind she intended to see through. But who was I to guess what was on her mind? She'd already gone much further than I anticipated or dreamed.

"Okay, okay, but keep sucking me baby, I'm very close," he replied and seemed content to get whatever he could out of her.

Scant seconds after the blowjob sounds began again. I noticed my arm was getting tired from holding the camera, but I was hoping to catch his orgasm on my phone. It was at that time that the restroom door opened again and all sounds stopped.

I expected to hear the usual process of a man coming in and using the facilities, but this time it was two of them. They were laughing and I heard one of them say, "He said they were in this one somewhere. Derrick, Abby are you in here?"

"Yeah guys," Derrick says, "We're in this one. Come on in the water's fine."

I nearly fell off the toilet seat and drop my phone as the next-door stall opened and I heard two more bodies shuffle in.

Abby was equally surprised when she said, "Guys what the fuck are you doing in here? Get out!"

All three laughed and Derrick said, "Come on baby, you're already being a naughty girl, don't you want to be even naughtier? They've already seen the picture, so what's the difference if they watch in person."

Abby said with a lot less anger in her voice than I expected, "This wasn't what I was expecting when we agreed to this. Where is Susan?"

To my ears, I'm not sure there wasn't more surprise than anger in her voice, and the husky timber to it told me that she had already reached and passed the point of no return. She was hot, horny, and ready to go.

Greg said, "Susan is outside waiting on us all."

Derrick injected quickly, "Just keep going Abby, don't stop. And don't forget to play with your pussy for the guys. They want to see how pretty it is."

With a small moan, Abby went back to work and the noise got louder as the intensity increased.

Derrick said, "Ted take her phone. Abby wants more pics."

Ted replied, "Oh yeah, I can handle that."

Derrick was really moaning now and I'm sure he was close. Ted and Greg were complimenting Abby on her technique and cheering her on, when I heard a couple more zippers fall. Apparently, they wanted to stroke themselves as they watched.