I awoke the next day to find the hotel room empty. It was nearly noon and I quickly wondered where Shannon might have gone. I lit a cigarette and tended to my morning business. I remember having a disconserting nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach from the night before. The only feeling that came to mind was a sense of guilt though I had done nothing wrong. I wondered if I had pushed Shannon too far and felt remorse for how she might have felt in the morning light. Had she gone off to the airport or perhaps to find another cock to fuck? Had I awoken a beast that could not be tamed or destroyed the only woman that I truly loved? I reflected upon it and came to a rather quick decision. I could allow myself to become consumed with what had occurred or I could embrace it. If only Shannon was here to give me a sense of her mood.
After about a half and hour, Shannon came bounding through the door, coffee and pastries in hand. She kissed me gently on the cheek and wished me a good morning.
"How ya feeling, sweetie?" she asked.
"I feel drained, tired I guess. How about you?" I replied trying to illicit some information.
"I'm great," she reassured, "My ass hurts a little but other than that I'm fine." She gave a light chuckle and handed me my coffee.
"Really," I said rather unconvinced by her vigorous response.
"Yeah, really," she spoke and looked me directly in the eye to let me know that she truly was fine. "I mean, it's not something that I think we ought to make a habit of. But I think we are strong enough in our relationship to handle it, don't you?"
"I pretty sure that I am alright with everything," I replied, "In fact, I half expected to wake up a little pissed off but I wasn't. I was just concerned that maybe you had some guilt about what happened and, if you do, you should let it go. I'm fine with it."
She laughed and admitted that she thought that I might be having some regrets this morning and felt reassured that I was doing just fine with what transpired.
"Listen," I really wanted to get a point across. "This does not give either of us carte blanche to do whatever we want. If these types of things are going to happen, we both have to be in agreement. I'm pretty sure that what happens in the dark will destroy us not what happens in the light."
"I couldn't agree more," she continued my thought, "This is not an open marriage."
Feeling satisfied that we had come to an understanding, we enjoyed the sun filled day in Las Vegas. After dinner we decided to play a little black jack. Now, my wife and I, while not poor, have to be rather careful with our money. We could never have afforded the suite we spent the evening in last night and had, in fact, allocated only $500US to gambling for the entire trip. We sat down at a 21+3 $25US table. (For those of you who do not know,the +3 is a lttle bonus game in whick you try to make a 3 card poker hand and it pays 9 to 1). Placing $25US in the appropriate place and $10US in the bonus circle, the cards were dealt. Shannon held with two face cards and I was paid off with black jack on the first hand. Also, the dealer was showing an Ace up so we both hit our bonus as well. It was a hell of a first hand, netting the two of us $242.50US. To make a long story short, it was a heck of a night at the tables. Shannon profitted $1590US and I took out $2050US, with the vast majority being made on the silly little +3 poker hand game (at one time I made $900US on a whimsical $100US bet). Now, I realize that $3600US in not a lot of money to some, but to us it was nearly a months worth of salary. We decided that it was found money and should be spent appropriately.
"Why don't we," I suggested over drinks at the casino bar following our cash out, "get up in the morning and do a little shopping. We could each buy something nice, rent a limo and do the town up right tomorrow night."
"Oh, that sounds great," Shannon agreed. As it was nearly midnight, we set off for the hotel room feeling rather great about ourselves and determined to plan the evening of our lives for the next night. And what an evening it was going to be.
More later
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