Maryann’s Big Night at the Casino! Pt. 02

Please read Maryann's Big Night at the Casino pt 1 before you continue.

"Why are we here?" Maryann's voice trembled, her eyes locked on Mike's as they stood outside Marcus's door. Her heart was pounding, her palms wet with sweat. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her, she wasn't sure if she was ready to go through with it.

Mike hesitated, as his raised up to knock on the door. He looked at her, his expression a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Let's see this through," he said finally, his voice low. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime night."

Before she could respond, Mike knocked on the door. The sound echoed down the hallway, Maryann's stomach twisted into knots. She wasn't sure if she could go through with this.

The door swung open, and there stood Marcus, dressed only in silk boxers that clung to his muscular frame. His looked immediately at Maryann, a slow, confident smile spread across his face. "I knew you'd come," he said, his voice smooth and inviting. "Please, come on in."

Mike and Maryann exchanged a quick glance before stepping inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation. Marcus closed the door, they heard the lock click behind them, he gestured to a small table that had a great view of the strip it was set with glasses and a bottle of champagne. "Can I pour you both a drink?" he offered.

They both nodded, almost in unison, though neither of them felt they needed it. Marcus poured the champagne with practiced ease, his movements deliberate and unhurried. He handed them each a glass, his eyes lingering on Maryann as he did so.

Marcus turned to Mike, his expression serious now. "I know why you're here," he said, his tone firm. "But I don't want anything to do with another man. So if this is going to happen, you can leave.. or you can sit over there. Your choice."

Mike cleared his throat, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment. "I'll.. I'll stay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Maryann's eyes darted between the two men, her heart racing. She still wasn't sure if this was what she wanted, but something about the way Marcus was looking at her made her feel things she had hade never felt with another man.

Marcus placed his hand on Maryann's knee, his touch sending a shiver up her spine. He leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. "Do you really want this?"

Maryann turned her eyes to her husband, searching his face for any doubt. Mike took a deep breath, his expression unreadable. "I'm good," she said finally, her voice shaky but resolute. "Yes, I want this."

Marcus stood up, his hand sliding off her knee. "Stand up," he instructed, his voice commanding yet gentle. "Remove your dress."

Maryann hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to her feet. Her hands trembled as she reached for the zipper at the back of her dress, the butterflies in her stomach threatening to overwhelm her. She took her shoes off first, her movements slow and deliberate.

Marcus stepped behind her, his hands resting lightly on her shoulders. "Turn around," he said, his voice low and steady. "Face your husband as you undress."

Maryann did as she was told, her eyes locking with Mike's as she slid the dress down her shoulders. She hoped he would tell her to stop, that he would put an end to this madness before it went too far. But he just watched, his expression unreadable.

The dress pooled at her feet, and she stood there in nothing but her bra. Her hands moved to the clasp at the front, and with a deep breath, she undid it, letting it fall to the floor. She was completely naked now, Mike just sat there staring at her naked body, up until now he was the only man she had ever been with, part of him wanted to put an end to this and leave, but still he said nothing.

Maryann thought she had seen the doubt in her husbands eyes for a minute but, when he said nothing she knew he was giving her to Marcus.

Marcus stepped forward, his hand gently guiding her to turn toward him. Maryann's eyes remained locked on Mike's until the last possible moment, when Marcus turned her fully to face him. His hands cupped her face, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a slow, tender kiss.

Maryann's eyes fluttered closed, her body responding instinctively to his touch. His hands slid down her body, caressing her ass, she felt a warmth spreading through her like she never felt. She was vaguely aware of Mike watching them, but in that moment, all she could focus on was Marcus.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still on her hips, and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Maryann nodded, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. "Yes," she whispered. "I'm sure."

Marcus smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down her spine. He guided her to the bed, his hands firm but gentle. Maryann lay down, her body trembling with anticipation as Marcus stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes roaming over her.

He grabbed her ankles, pulling her down the bed until she was at the edge, her legs were spread wide open. He knelt between them, his hands sliding up her thighs as he leaned in. Maryann's breath caught in her throat as she felt his tongue brush against her pussy, soft and teasing at first, then more insistent.

Her back arched off the bed, a low moan escaping her lips as Marcus's tongue worked inside her. She grabbed his head urging him on. The sensations were overwhelming, and she could feel herself quickly spiraling toward the edge.

Mike watched from the corner of the room, his mouth dry, his heart pounding in his chest. He had fantasized about this moment more times than he could count, but now that it was actually happening, he wasn't sure how he felt. There was a part of him that was aroused as he watched and listened, yes, but there was also a growing sense of regret.. a feeling that he had made a terrible mistake coming to this room.

Marcus finally pulled back, his lips glistening as he kissed Maryann's leg and stood up. His cock was fully hard now, and it was impressive--thick and long, the kind of cock Mike had fantasized about fucking her.

He lined himself up with her, the tip of his cock pressing against her entrance. Maryann looked up at him, her eyes clouded with desire. "Wait," she said suddenly, her voice trembling. "Did you put on a condom?"

Marcus shook his head, his expression unapologetic. "No," he said simply. "I don't have one. You two should have thought of that before you came here."

Maryann's eyes widened, and she turned to look at Mike, hoping he would step in, that he would put a stop to this. But Mike just stared back at her, his jaw clenched, his face pale. " What do think Mike.. should we stop" Marcus asked as he ran his cock up and down between her folds. "Keep going" is all mike could say his voice just above a whisper.

Maryann's heart sank, she looked over at Mike with a look of concern on her face.

" Mike what if I get pregnant!"she cried out.. Just as Marcus pushed into her, his cock stretching her in ways she hadn't thought possible. She gasped, her body instinctively arching toward him as he filled her completely. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that left her breathless.

Marcus began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate each time going deeper. Maryann's moans filled the room, her hands clutching at the sheets as she struggled to keep up with the intensity of it all. She could feel herself on the edge, her body responding to his like it never had before with her husband.

Mike watched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He could see the way Marcus was fucking his wife, the way her body was responding to him. It was everything he had fantasized about, and yet, it was so much more intense than he had ever imagined.

Marcus's movements became more erratic, his thrusts deep and urgent. Mike could tell he was close, and he knew what was coming. "Pull out," he said suddenly, his voice sharp. "Please, pull out."

But Maryann grabbed Marcus's ass, her nails digging into his skin as she held him in place. "No," she gasped, her voice desperate. "Don't pull out. Please don't.. I'm right there!"

Marcus groaned, his cock throbbing as he pushed deep into her one last time. Maryann cried out, her body convulsing as she felt him cum inside her, his hot cum shooting deep into her womb. She could feel every pulse, every twitch of his cock as he emptied himself into her.

Marcus pulled out slowly, his breath coming in gasps. Maryann's legs stayed open, her pussy red and slightly gapped, his cum leaking out of her. She lay there, her chest heaving, a small smile playing on her lips.

Marcus rolled off the bed at headed to the bathroom, Mike could hear the water running when he took another deep breath and got out of his chair.

Mike stepped forward, his eyes fixed on her pussy the whole way, when he got to her she opened her eyes and smiled wider at him. He reached out for her hand, his voice trembling. "Come on," he said. "Let's go back to our room."

Maryann rolled roll onto her side, pulling the sheet over her body. "What if I want to stay here?" she asked, her voice soft but firm. "What if I want to fuck him again? You said it yourself--it's a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do this. And what if I want more? You didn't think of that, did you?"

Mike stared at her, his mind racing. He didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. He had thought this would be a fantasy come true, but now... now all he felt was regret.

Marcus emerged from the bathroom, a warm washcloth and a glass of water in his hands. He didn't even glance at Mike as he sat on the bed next to Maryann, gently pulled the sheet down and started rubbing her pussy with the warm cloth as she took a sip of water. She spread her legs wider for him, her fingers reaching out to stroke his hardening cock.

Maryann leaned over, her lips wrapping around Marcus's shaft as she began to suck him, her eyes locked on Mike's. She had made up her mind--she was staying for more, and Mike was going to have to watch and wait until she was done.