Talk about miracle cures! I immediately felt two hundred percent better and wanted to be sent home “right now!” It took another day and a half before the doctor felt “comfortable” in letting me go home. Why did I have to stay in the hospital to make him feel comfortable? They let me go on a Thursday just after lunch. I tried to act cool and not bring up the subject of anal sex too soon. After dinner it was soon enough. I thanked her for her consideration in the matter and we actually discussed the subject calmly and rationally. I had a raging hard-on the whole time.
We decided to make a date for it. We thought it through and decided to go on a private weekend to Atlantic City. We would get a nice room at one of the casinos, have a nice dinner, catch a show, do a little gambling and then fuck her ass. Barb and I looked at the calendar and picked a weekend about four weeks out. She told me that she would leave all the details to me and she meant “all the details.” I promised her that I would make it a memorable and pleasant event for the both of us.
Before the weekend arrived I made a few strategic purchases. I bought a big tube of Astroglide, a Fleet mineral oil enema and a tube of preparation-H (in case she was a little sore the next morning). I booked a room at the Taj-Mahal and made dinner reservations at the same place in the Scheherazade restaurant. We would check in early in the afternoon. During the afternoon I planned to walk on the boardwalk, explore some of the other casinos and generally relax. Since they have a pool and health spa with a heated indoor pool, I figured on spending the late afternoon in the water. Around six, we would retire to our room and prepare for dinner at seven thirty to be followed by the nine PM comedy show.
I budgeted two hundred dollars for each of us to gamble with. I know that Barb really likes the slot machines and I prefer Blackjack. I figured the money would last about an hour, so, with any luck, I’d be entering paradise sometime around one in the morning – Eastern Daylight Buttfucking Time. I reviewed my itinerary with Barb (leaving out the time zone reference). She approved. I was so excited that I had trouble concentrating on work, our son, television and our regular sex life. We had four weeks to go – no letting up now. We did our normal things until the weekend finally arrived.
I was ready to go at seven thirty on Saturday morning. Barbara reminded me that it was about a two-hour drive to Atlantic City. She suggested that we leave around eleven thirty at the earliest and that noon sounded more like it. Noon it was! I dropped our son off at one of his friends’ house for the night. They were going to the movies and I was to pick him up again Sunday afternoon. Everything was working out. I put our bags with my ‘strategic supplies’ in the car. I checked on them about every hour until it was time to go.
The ride down was uneventful except for Barbara’s frequent reminders to me to keep it under the speed of sound. “We don’t want to ruin this weekend by getting a ticket, do we? ” Valet parking is great but when the bellhop grabbed the suitcase that contained my ‘strategic supplies’ I got a funny feeling that he would loose it, or misdeliver it, or let it fall open right there in the lobby. Nothing bad happened and we found ourselves in our room just before two thirty.
We only stayed long enough to put our things away and then we went out for the tour of the ‘Boards’. We walked down as far as Ballys Park Place. Looked at all the sights and arrived back at our room at about five. We quickly changed into our bathing suits (I had a hard time keeping my hands off her then), donned our ‘terry cloth’ robes and went down to the pool. I kept us pretty much to schedule and we found ourselves seated for dinner right at seven thirty.
The dinner was magnificent. So was the bill. We went in to the show, it was funny – a little raunchy – but funny. When it was over we went out to the gambling floor. I purchased four hundred dollars worth of chips (fives and tens). When I offered half to Barbara, she made me take hers back and get one-dollar coins so that she could play the slots. I told her that I would be at the Blackjack tables and we agreed to look for each other when the money ran out. Talk about a disincentive to win – the faster that I could lose the money the quicker I would be on my way up you-know-where.
My luck held true to form and I was out of chips just after midnight. I walked through the Slot area and spotted Barb sitting on a stool in front of a big brightly lit slot machine. There was one lady sitting next to her of about the same age and size. They looked like a matched set. I walked up to them, nodded to the stranger and kissed Barb on the side of her neck. I also looked straight down – not at her tits – but at the big paper cup that she was holding on her lap.
The damned thing was almost completely full of dollar coins. She hadn’t lost anything and in fact, it looked like she was up on the night. I cautiously ran my hand across her butt while she was still on the stool. I don’t think that the other lady saw me; I don’t think that Barbara even noticed. She just kept slamming the coins into the machine, pushing some buttons faster than I could follow her hands and every once in a while a bunch of coins would tumble out the bottom. The level in the cup remained about constant over the next hour and ten minutes. It was now about a quarter past one and we (I) was behind schedule. (No pun intended).
Her husband finally retrieved the other lady, and we were left alone. After a few minutes Barb turned and looked me straight in the eye. She said, “Do you want to quit while we are ahead or should I keep on playing?” She read my eyes and my body language. She said, “these coins will keep until tomorrow, but you might not. Lets take our winnings upstairs and celebrate.” I grabbed her by the hand and started looking for an elevator. I found one and it seemed that it was the slowest elevator in North America. We finally arrived at our room and I nervously opened the door.
Before she went in, Barb turned to me and said, “welcome to your special night, I love you and I want you to know that I want to give you this special treat.” I almost fainted. We went into the room; she turned on the light in the bathroom and closed the door so that only a crack of light entered the otherwise unlit bedroom. You could see but it wasn’t bright, it was just right. She said, “OK, it’s your lead – tell me what to do.”
I told her to just stand there by the bed. I kissed her long and hard (just like me at that moment). I slowly undressed her and when she was naked I sat her on the bed. I undressed myself in a hurry and joined her on the bed for some more hugging and kissing. I said, “are you ready?” “Yes” was all she said. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her belly and her pussy. I had her lay back and open her legs for me. I went down on that beautiful bush and found her clit right away. I could tell from the heat and the aroma that she was already excited. I continued working my tongue on her button while I slid my hands under her ass cheeks. She brought her legs up against the side of my head and began to buck against my face. She came with a shudder. I kept at my tongue work on her clit while she recovered. I lightened up a little bit but resumed with full vigor when I sensed that she was ready to chase another orgasm. The second one was bigger than the first and she rolled onto her side as the spasms eased off.