Janice seemed to have a fantasy after giving the young guy a complete blow job in the casino parking lot. As I drove home, she started to give me head, but I had to stop her when I almost hit the back of a car that had stopped at a traffic signal.

Janice finished her task when we got home.

Before we fell asleep, I asked Janice if she enjoyed playing the hot wife role. She didn’t answer, but she liked it: she was smiling.

So, I decided to prove it.

The next morning, we went out to have brunch at a nearby café. We were served by a young black male, who I suspected was working his way through college.

He was well articulated and humorous when he took our orders.

I caught Janice eyeing his crotch when he returned with our drink orders, and again when he brought our food.

Janice and my former neighbor, Janine’s tryst on their island trip with the native came to mind as I began to eat.

So, I slyly suggested being a hot wife.

“Our waiter seems to be a cool guy. His personality will get him places,” I spoke as Janice ate.

She took a sip of her mimosa, then agreed. “He is a nice guy. Handsome, too.”

I decided to push the conversation further. “I bet he’s hung, too.”

Janice almost choked on her drink.

“You would say that!” she laughed.

“I bet you’d like to find out,” I said grinning.

“No, and you’re not going to dare me! I’m not going to…” Janice smiled as she began to take a bite of her food.

“I bet you a paid trip, if you leave your phone number,” I teased, cutting off her reply.

“NO!” Janice spoke a bit louder.

“Then you pay for the trip,” I laughed.

“This is not a bet. I’m playing with you this time!” Janice said before taking a bite from her brunch.

“You’re scared, I dare you!”
Janice eyed me, “NO, I’m not doing this!”

I let it drop, laughing.

I didn’t bring up the subject during the following two weeks.

One day, I asked Janice if she would like to go out to eat and do something afterwards.

She suggested returning to the restaurant we had brunch at, for a Friday night dinner, then perhaps to the casino again.

When Friday arrived, Janice dressed in a dark blue and white, semi-sheer blouse that exposed her cleavage and matched skirt. Above the strap of her heeled shoes, she wore an ankle bracelet with charms. It appeared to be different from the one she wore the previous time.

I didn’t have much opportunity to check it out.

As I was checking Janice out, she turned and saw me and gave me a smug grin.

Yes, she was up to something.

We weren’t served by the same waiter as before, but a pretty co-ed. She had blue eyes and long brunette hair that ran to the middle of her back. Her uniform fit her well, the black skirt was mid-thigh length, and the name tag on her sheer white blouse said “Mindy.”

She was well built, a body that any woman would want; I guessed thirty-four C breasts, a small waist, and a curved ass that was tempting me to grab it.

As Mindy took our drink orders, I noticed she looked down at the floor by Janice and nodded slightly with a smile.

Janice caught me checking the waitress out and after our drink order was taken, she dared me to see if Mindy was interested in something later.

“I can’t do that,” I explained. “It’s creepy and a lack of class when a guy asks a woman he has seen for the first time or doesn’t know for a date or phone number on a whim.”

Janice laughed, “Yes, you’re right. But are you saying it’s OK for a woman to do that?”

“Yes.”

That conversation dropped after Janice gave me a “I know that” look.

After dinner, we arrived at the casino and found a place at one of the bars and sat.

After a few minutes of conversation and the first round of drinks, I excused myself to the men’s room, leaving Janice alone.

Yes, I was expecting someone to hit on Janice, and like a magnet, someone did.

As I left the restroom, I did my customary walk away from Janice to see what would happen.

Earlier that evening, I noticed she wore an ankle bracelet, but I assumed it was the same one from the previous time we were out.

I probably should have looked closer.

Janice sat on the bar stool; leg crossed with the bracelet exposed.

As I walked around a line of video poker machines, a guy approached her. He was well dressed in a white shirt, dark pleated pants, and bald. He appeared to be approximately my age, but with black men, their age is hard to tell.

One of my former black co-workers once told me that black don’t crack, when we had a conversation about age. But this guy was dark toned, almost black, with bright white teeth when he smiled.

As I watched, Janice smiled, enjoying the attention.

But when the man received his drink, he said something to her, then left.

I walked up to the bar and Janice asked if I had gotten lost.

“No, just the usual line,” I lied. “Who was your friend?”

Janice smiled, “No one in particular. Just some guy.

I didn’t think too much about the guy, because I figured Janice had an interest in Mindy, our waitress from earlier in the evening.

We chatted about some things that were going on in Janice’s office, mostly the gossip and the vacations some of the office women took with their families.

“You should hear what a couple of the women did,” Janice laughed.

I had ordered another round of drinks during our chat, and I was about to suggest we move over to one of the slot machines, when the guy who chatted with Janice earlier returned.

He approached the bar on the opposite side of Janice, and said, “Hello, again.”

I noticed he had a bit of a foreign accent.

I decided to see what would happen and waited before Janice was going to tell me.

Meanwhile, I got a glimpse of Janice’s anklet and there was the heart from last time, but a spade beside it, a diamond, and a club.

I’m probably not the smartest guy, but I know when someone is interested in my wife.

Pretending not to notice the guy or pay attention, I scanned the crowd and listened for any conversation that may occur between them.

After the man ordered his drink, I could see from the corner of my eye, he turned to Janice.

“Do you and your husband come here often?” he asked.

“We come by now and then, but not very often,” Janice replied.

The noise from the crowd, coupled with the sounds from the games could easily mask their conversation. And I continued to pretend not to hear them.

The man continued, “Yes, I see. I arrived here recently.”

Janice usually shunned guys, but she responded, “Oh, where are you from? You have a foreign accent.”

“I’m from France. My company opened a business office in this city, and I took the opportunity to visit this casino, and getting a suite here during my stay.”

The man’s drink order arrived and after he took a sip, he continued chatting with Janice.

I leaned over to Janice, “Can you order another, I need to pee.”

Janice smiled, “OK.”

I thought Janice may like the idea of being alone. But I didn’t go to the men’s room; I went to a spot where I could observe her.

I found a spot not too far away and watched.

Janice and the man seemed to hit things off, because she seemed to laugh at something he said, and she would touch his arm now and then.

His hand and arm gestures showed me he was interested in her, too.

I returned to them after a few minutes and Janice introduced the man as Marcel, from Paris.

I cordially said, “Nice to meet you.”

Janice was finishing her third drink, and I decided to see how things would go from here with Marcel.

A lot further, as things turned out.

Marcel offered another round of drinks, and I wanted to decline, but Janice accepted.

Well, I couldn't drink much more than I already had. Besides, someone had to drive us home.

So, after the drinks were served and as Janice and Marcel talked, I would discreetly pour mine into a trash receptacle next to me.

After a while, I told Janice I was getting tired and wasn’t sure if I could drive home.

Marcel heard me and offered to let us stay in a suite he had at the casino.

Janice said, “We never have seen the suites here and heard they could be expensive and plush.”

A blind man can see what’s about to occur.

Yes, we were invited to Marcel’s suite.

I tried to protest, saying, “I’m really tired.” But Janice had another intention: Marcel.

As we took the elevator to Marcel’s floor, I decided I would play the cuckold role: pretending I wasn’t feeling well.

As we entered the suite, Janice complimented it, while looking around.

I asked Marcel if I could lay on a spare bed for a while, adding I wasn’t feeling well.

Marcel smiled, “Yes, of course. I’ll show you to one of the beds.”

Janice was left alone in the den, admiring the view from a large window overlooking the city.

Marcel led me to a spare room; explaining he didn’t expect his company to provide such luxury. He turned on the light and waved his hand over to a large double bed beside a large window.

“You can rest here, as there’s plenty of room for your wife to sleep also,” Marcel assured me.

I thanked him, as I closed the door, leaving it slightly ajar. Then I turned out the light and lay on the bed, putting my cell phone on a lamp stand next to the bed.

Yes, I wanted to see if Janice took advantage of the situation.

Yes, she did.

I couldn’t hear their conversation, but it didn’t last long. I heard them talking in a low tone as they walked past the room I was in. Then I heard Janice say she wanted to check in on me.

I tried to look as though I was asleep.

And apparently, it worked.

I sensed Janice looking at me momentarily, before she closed the bedroom door completely.

I waited a moment, then got out of bed, and moved close to the door.

I waited to hear if they were nearby, then put my ear on the door to hear if they remained nearby or if anything was going on.

I heard them talking lightly, then no sounds from them.

I twisted the doorknob, holding my breath and hoping it didn’t make any noise.

As I pulled on the knob, the door didn’t squeak or make a pop like some doors do.

I pulled the door open just enough to peep through, noticing the Suite was dark, almost pitch dark on one end of the hall, but dimly lit on the other end.

I thought my heartbeat would notify them, because it felt like it was beating in my ears.

As I stood silently in the doorway, I heard some whispering from the dimly lit room next to me.

I stepped back into my room and partially closed the door.

Then, I looked back at the bed and thought about grabbing my cell phone.

I could hear Janice and Marcel speaking in hushed tones, so I went to my cell, turned off the sound and notifications, then tested the camera.

I wouldn’t want to have the flash or clicking sound if I took pictures.

It worked without sound or flash.

When I returned to the door, their voices were hushed whispers.  

I thought they may have come out of the room.

Marcel or Janice wasn’t in the hallway, so I stepped out a bit further into the hall and saw the other bedroom door remained slightly open with the soft light emanating from it.

I crept slowly to the door and peeped in.

The dim light from the room’s bathroom was enough for me to see in the room.

I could see Janice lying beside Marcel, both unclothed, kissing.

Marcel’s had one hand on Janice’s ass, fingers massaging in between her thighs. Janice appeared to be stroking his cock with her free hand.

I almost gasped and had to step back and try to regain composure.

When I peeped back in, Marcel was kissing Janice’s nipples.

Janice clearly was enjoying herself.

The contrasts between Marcel’s dark skin and Janice’s were striking.

I thought to take a picture, but I wasn’t sure if I could do it without getting caught.

 As I watched, Marcel brushed Janice’s legs open with slight authority and moved in position to put his face between them.

My shorts were confounding the sudden stiffness of my cock, and I had to reach inside to move it for better comfort.

As I peeped in again, I pushed the door open a bit more, to get a wider view.

Janice immediately began to have some orgasms and wasn’t long until Marcel had her where he wanted her.

Janice was squirming, her hips up and pressing hard against Marcel’s face as his hands were under her hips, like he was holding her there.

Her hands were on the back of Marcel's bald head, making sure he didn't move from her pussy.

I took the opportunity to snap off a couple of pictures with my cell phone, hoping I wasn’t shaking and causing the pictures to be blurred.

When he, stopped, Janice moaned a bit more as Marcel coaxed her onto her stomach, with her ass up, face down position.

Marcel began to lick her ass crack as Janice pushed it into his face.

He licked her a bit more, then lay on his side as Janice moved into a sixty-nine position.

I snapped a couple more pictures.

I couldn’t take much more as my cock seemed to poke out of my pants. So, I slipped my phone into a pocket, unzipped my fly and let my cock loose.

I thought I was going to release my load as soon as I reached in my shorts to pull it out.

I stroked it lightly as I watched Janice suck on this long, black cock.

I mentioned the contrasts earlier, and this was something more erotic than I’ve ever seen. I silently wished I could film this, instead of having a few pictures for later viewing pleasures.

Marcel apparently was doing some anal play and Janice was trying to take all of Marcel’s long cock.

He had a long cock, maybe ten inches, not very thick, with a large, circumcised head that almost looked like a black mushroom on a thin stem.

The thought of Janice making him shoot his load caused me to let loose with mine.

Fortunately, the hall had carpet…

I quickly put my cock back into my pants.

Nervously, I peeped in on them again.

Janice was sucking the end of Marcel’s large head.

After watching them for a few minutes, they changed positions.

I thought Janice saw me.

I stepped back, then peeped in again.

Janice was on her knees and Marcel was sliding his cock into her pussy.

He had one hand on his cock and holding Janice’s waist with the other. Janice tensed up some as Marcel was slowly pushing his cock in.

Marcel was treating Janice gently and began to slow fuck her with that long cock.

Janice relaxed after a moment, and Marcel continued fucking her a bit faster and harder.

I snapped a few pictures, as my cock grew hard again.

I put my phone back into my pocket, removed my cock and began stroking it again. To my surprise, it seemed harder than the first time.

As I stroked my cock, I watched Marcel take full advantage of my wife.

He put one hand under her chin, as if he were choking her and began pulling her hair with the other.

And he was banging her hard and deep.

The slapping of their skin along with their heavy breathing and moaning couldn’t mask what was happening just a few yards in front of me.

I almost fumbled my phone, trying to get it out and get the photo shot.

Fortunately, I managed to get a few photos of this position.

Janice was clearly enjoying this, and it wasn’t long before she began to moan loudly.

Soon, Marcel’s moaning alerted us about his impending orgasm.

I heard him saying, “Oh, this feels great!”

As Janice was moaning, she said, "Hold off some more. Please!”

She began to shake and let out a long moan, then fell flat onto the mattress, breathing heavily.

Marcel’s cock slid out, and he was struggling not to shoot his load.

To my surprise, Janice rolled over quickly, took Marcel’s cock and began to tit fuck him.

Marcel’s cock was long enough to fit between her breasts and into her mouth.

I managed to get my camera and as Marcel began to shoot his load, I caught the money shots.

Marcel shot a long stream of cum into Janice’s face and hair as she stroked his cock.

Then she took the swollen head as it was leaking his cum and began to suck on it.

Marcel’s moans could have been heard in the adjoining rooms, as Janice drained him.

I slipped back into the other bedroom, silently closing the door, then composed myself.

I lay on the bed, hoping Janice didn’t notice I had moved.

I don’t know how long I was lying there, when Janice entered the room.

She came over to bed, sat beside me and said, “Wake up, we need to leave.”

I pretended to rouse myself, then looked at my watch. “1:37,” I saw.

“How long was I asleep?” I faked the question.

“About an hour,” Janice replied as she stood and turned toward the door.

As we were leaving the suite, Marcel told us to drive carefully.