In hindsight, I guess I should have known something was up when she invited him back to our room. Maybe I did have my suspicions, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.
We met him at a roulette table. His name was Shawn and he was in Vegas with a group of friends. Guys weekend, he called it.
Leah and I were there for a little “we” time. We’d been together for thirteen years and this was the first trip we’d taken without the kids.
We sat at the table for almost three hours, laughing and joking like we were all old friends.
Once we were in the room I set up three glasses and realized we didn’t have any ice. Shawn offered to go get some, but Leah said, “It’s okay, John will get it.” And she handed me the bucket. There’s no way I could have known, but while I was out getting ice, she was setting it up with Shawn. When I came back into the room and commenced with the drink making I was completely oblivious. Nothing seemed different.
We sat around talking and laughing while we nursed our drinks. Once we polished them off, Shawn got up to go to the bathroom and Leah and I started making more drinks.
She was leaning on the bar looking so hot. She was wearing a knee length black dress that really showed off her cleavage. I ran my hand slowly up her dress. Even after all these years I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I was surprised when I got up to her ass and found that she wasn’t wearing panties.