by Sean Geist
"He was adopted."
"Life is weird."
"You're just finding this out now? You've lead a sheltered life, Peter." She kissed my cheek. "You ever need anything, just call." She leaned over to whisper in my ear. "You sure you don't want to go back to my room and screw?"
"It's tempting," I laughed. "But I have a marriage to save, and that probably wouldn't help."
She shrugged, "You never know. Well, you have my number."
We said our goodbyes. Kelly went back to her husband. He greeted her by grabbing her ass and giving her a passionate kiss.
I texted my wife.
-I'm ready to talk now. Meet me at the Heart Bar.
***
Robin sits alone on the window sill in the hotel room, wearing nothing but one of Peter's T-shirts. The room is shrouded in darkness. The circus that is Vegas plays below.
The text comes in, briefly illuminating Robins face. She has been crying.
Peter is ready. Is she?
She pulls the front of the shirt up and buries her face in the fabric. She breathes in Peter's scent. The strong, musky odor of her husband invades her nostrils. She feels a pleasant stirring in her core.
She is searching for a reason, a motive for her infidelity, but she can't find one.
She loves her husband; she's getting wet just thinking about being with him again.
Scott looms in the back of her mind. She can't forget about him. She doesn't want to forget about him.
Why did she cheat? Why does anyone cheat?
There are a million different reasons, and no reason. We cheat because we are human.
Robin begins to dress and prepares to go down to meet her husband.
Chapter 7
I took my time heading back to the hotel. Before I could confront Robin, I had to come to terms with my own feelings. My conversation with Kelly really opened my eyes and made me realize I had lots of issues to work out.
The anger and depression were easy. Robin cheated on me. She had sex with another man behind my back. I thought I could trust my wife, but I was wrong. That hurt, but I'd have to get past the pain if I wanted the save our marriage.
While I was walking past the new Quad resort, I started thinking about how many changes the Vegas strip had seen over the years. One casino gets bought out by another, it gets demolished and a new one takes its place. Gone were the Sands, the Dunes, and the Aladdin. Life goes on.
I thought about starting my own life over, being single, only having to care about myself. Vegas is known for weddings, but divorces can be had just as easily. We didn't have kids or much of an estate. We could probably get a lawyer to draw up the papers for a few hundred dollars. Wouldn't that be funny, getting a divorce on our anniversary?
My eyes started to well up when I thought about coming home from work to an empty house. I didn't want to live alone. I didn't want to live with anyone else but Robin. I wanted to stay married.
I was about halfway back when I decided I still loved Robin and still wanted her to be my wife. I just needed a way to make that happen. Kelly was right though, I had to accept that Robin was a changed woman. We could never go back to the way things were.
I wanted to trust her, but I don't believe I ever could again, unless I was able to accept her new sensuality. I played back the live action porno of my wife and her lover that would be forever etched into my memory. And God help me if I didn't get an erection. The vision of my wife in the throes of ecstasy aroused me. Was that wrong? It wasn't in the Cho family. Robin was a very sexy woman; maybe I could learn to enjoy just watching her have sex, without being involved.
Maybe an open marriage would work. Robin and I could stay married, and she could explore her desires. Hell, there might even be some other benefits I hadn't thought of just yet.
I was rushing up the steps to the main casino entrance when I made my decision. I loved Robin, wanted to be her husband, and would work to accept the woman she had become. Now it would be up to her to decide if she wanted to stay married to me.
I laughed at the thought that all my painful soul searching would be for naught if Robin asked for a divorce. Then I almost started to cry.
***
The Heart Bar is in the center of the Planet Hollywood casino floor, hence the name. It's an island in the midst of a sea of slot machines and gaming tables. You can sit at the bar and play video poker, or lounge around on a couch and watch a ball game on one of the big screen TV's.
I made my way straight to the bar. I didn't even bother to look at any of the beautiful young women who dealt cards and danced on the tables in the Passion Pit. My mind was focused on one thing, saving my marriage.
I saw her before she saw me. Robin was sitting alone on one of the high-backed couches looking out over the casino, nursing a drink. She wore a simple short sleeve red and white striped dress that came down to her knees. I didn't think she was wearing any makeup, but to me she was the most beautiful woman in the bar.
I wasn't the only one who thought that. I watched as another man approached her with two drinks in his hand. He couldn't have been more than 23. His skin was a golden hue, obviously from spending lots of time in the sun, or under a tanning light. He was a little taller than me, with an athlete's body. He wore khaki pants and a black and tan Hawaiian print shirt, with the top four buttons undone. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was a tennis player, or maybe a surfer.
He started talking to Robin, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. It looked like he was offering her one of the drinks.
For a moment I thought about him and Robin, upstairs in bed. Him on his back, her riding him like a cowgirl, head thrown back, pinching her own nipples. I felt a stirring in my loins, but surprisingly only a little jealousy.
Robin must not have been picturing the same thing, because she shook her head and he walked away. He must not have been too upset because he made a bee line towards a tall white blond woman who had just sat down at the bar. At that moment he stopped being my concern.
"Can I buy a pretty lady a drink?" I asked in my sleaziest voice.
Robin didn't look up before saying, "No, I'm waiting for someone."
"I hope it's me."
"Peter!" she nearly screamed. She jumped up and threw her arms around me. I could feel the condensation on her drink glass leaving a wet spot on the back of my shirt. I hugged her back. I gave her a tight hug and didn't think I ever wanted to let go.
I could hear her sniffling in my ear. She was crying. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.
We finally broke our embrace and sat down. We didn't say anything. It seemed like days since we had last seen each other, but in reality it had only been seven hours. Well, I had seen her more recently, but I wasn't counting that.
I finally broke the silence. "Really, can I get you another drink?" Yes, I started with a weak pick-up line.
"No," she said. "I'm just having club soda."
"Well, I'm thirsty." I got up to get a drink. I brought back two club sodas. Robin was alone when I returned.
Again there was silence between us. Neither wanting to start. Ever the physician, I saw our relationship as being deeply wounded and starting to scab over. But there was an infection present, and we were going to have to re-open the wound and clean it out before we could heal.
Since I was the doctor, I guess it was up to me to start.
"You said we needed to talk," I said. "Here, I am. I'm ready to listen."
Robin looked me in the eye. "Peter, you have to believe me, I didn't intend to hurt you."
"Robin, this is only going to work if we are completely honest with each other. No bull shit."
"I'm not lying."
"Robin, I saw the text messages. You planned to give me head one hour, and fuck Scott the next."
"You saw the texts?"
"Yes, that's what made me come back to the room to see what you were doing." I told her about getting the key to the other room.
"You should have been a spy."
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br /> "From this point on, no lying. Any more lies and I think that means we don't want to be married anymore."
"Peter, I'm not lying. I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought I had everything under control."
"You were planning on keeping the affair a secret?"
"Yes."
"You weren't very good at it. I saw you kissing last night. I also saw the hickey on your breast."
"I don't know what to say Peter. Do you want a divorce?"
"Hell. No. I love you, that's why I'm so hurt."
"So you want to forgive me and move on?"
"No."
"What?"
"I can forgive you, but I'm going to need to understand why." I told Robin about my conversation with Kelly Cho. About how she pointed out I would never be able to just trust her to stay faithful to me, and how she would resent me if she tried.
"She's right, you know."
"So, do you want to stay with me? Do you think you could be happy being my wife?"
"Oh, Peter. Yes, yes, yes. I do love you and I couldn't be happier."
"Okay, that's a good start. Now tell me why the fuck you hooked up with Scott."
"Peter, I didn't mean for things to work out the way they did. It's just that one thing lead to another." Robin then explained to me how she and Scott ended up in our bed.
She admitted from the beginning she found him sexy, and the more they talked the more interesting he became. She also confirmed what Kelly had said. She was thinking about Scott while I was fucking her that first night. The admission stung a little, but it was also pretty hot. I was finally seeing my wife as a sexual being with her own desires.
She had only intended on sending Scott the pictures Tuesday morning, but then he invited her to lunch. She thought I was tied up at the conference so she agreed. During lunch they talked about their careers. Scott told her how he was looking forward to finishing the start-ups in KC so he could move on to Sedona. Robin told him about her part time job selling art at a little boutique in Tempe.
"We talked about other things to do in Vegas besides gamble," Robin said. "I told him I'd like to do some shopping and see at least one show. He told me about Zumanity and it sounded really interesting. Plus, I'll be honest, I got wet sitting there listening to him explain some of the acts. I'm sorry if that sounds crass, but you said you wanted honesty."
“I know, honey,” I said. “Scott has a charming personality. It's hard for me to compete with that.”
“Peter, you don't have to compete. I'm your wife. I've chosen you.”
She said she had planned on just buying a pair of tickets for us, but Scott said he'd like to go, too, and she found it impossible to say no to him.
After lunch they went shopping. They went dress shopping first. She tried on about three or four different ones. Yes, one was six thousand dollars and Scott offered to buy it for her. Even she thought that was too much, so she settled on the less expensive one that was just as gorgeous.
"We passed a bathing suit store, and that's how we got the idea to go swimming. He wanted to buy me that suit, too, but I didn't let him." They were going to go to the pool at the Aria. "I asked Scott if you'd be able to get in. He told me he could only have one guest. I wasn't going to leave you out, so we decided he would be my guest here instead."
"Whose idea was the haircut?"
"Mine. We stopped at a salon so he could get a trim. I was browsing through the magazines when I saw a model who looked kind of like me, but had this hair style. I thought it looked good."
"What about shaving your pussy?"
Robin stopped talking. She was trying to decide what to say next. "You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"It was Scott's idea. He joked about it while I was getting my hair cut."
"How did he know you weren't already shaved down there?"
"He might have got a glimpse of something while I was trying on bathing suits."
"So you shaved yourself for him?"
"No. To be honest, I shaved for all three of us."
"You knew he was going to fuck you this morning, while you did it."
She gave a hesitant yes. "But you're getting ahead of me. The more time I spent with Scott, the more I liked him. I had fun with him. He made me laugh. He had interesting stories to tell. I love you, Peter, and I love spending time with you, but Scott is different."
"You do know that when you say 'but' you're dismissing everything you said before it."
"Peter. No. I love you. Period. You're my husband and my soul mate. I would be lost without you. Being with Scott was like getting to know a new friend."
"So what happened after the show?"
"I told you. We went to a pub, we went dancing and gambled a little."
"Be honest Robin. You left something out."
"Yes. He invited me up to his room at the Aria. I'm being totally honest when I tell you I had no intention of doing what I did."
"What did you do?"
"I'll get to that. First we talked, he opened a bottle of wine and we had a glass. We sat on the couch at a respectable distance at first. But every few moments we would be drawn a little closer together. I found him so sexy, almost irresistible. I really wanted to kiss him. I had since our lunch date. I almost kissed him in front of you at the show. Remember when I tripped?"
"Yes. I'll admit I found it kinda hot."
"What!?"
"I'll explain later, continue."
"Well, we finally did kiss. And I'll admit I felt giddy. Like a teenager locking lips with her boyfriend under the bleachers. It felt so wrong, but I really wanted it. I thought after this week it would be nothing but a memory to masturbate to."
She said that was when her hand brushed his cock. It was swollen in his pants and she said it felt huge. She didn't compare his penis to mine, thankfully. I didn't think I was ready for that. Once physical contact was made with his cock, things moved swiftly. She didn't go into extreme details, but she did hit the high points. She admitted there was heavy petting. She took off her bra and he sucked on her breasts. I knew that much. He also penetrated her with his fingers. She rubbed his cock through his pants.
"It was getting late and I knew we should stop. That's when he told me he had condoms and asked if I wanted to make love."
I hoped Robin couldn't see that I was getting aroused while she explained her indiscretions. "Did you?"
"I won't lie. I wanted to. I just wasn't ready. I was still working out all these new feelings. I really enjoy when we have sex. You know my body and what I like. Scott was different. He was someone new, and I wanted to try something new."
"So you left him with blue balls?"
"You really want to know?"
"For the love of God, if I didn't want to know I wouldn't be asking."
"We didn't screw, but I did give him head. I didn't want to leave him disappointed, and I also really wanted to see what his cock looked like. What it felt like."
For some reason I felt like asking the question every guy wants to know. I felt ready to know. “Is he bigger than I am?"
She mulled over the answer in her head before she spoke. "I really couldn't tell you. Sorry to break it to you, but when it comes to what you're packing in your pants, you both are average sized men."
“You've had bigger?”
“Maybe,” she replied with a smile.
She said Scott let her take a shower before he walked her back over to our hotel. That was when she decided she was going to fuck him. She just didn't tell him yet. She also told me that's when she thought up her lunch surprise for me. She felt guilty for what she was planning.
"So giving me head was some kind of consolation prize?"
"Kinda, but not really."
"So did you let Scott cum in your mouth like you let me?"
"You really want the graphic details?"
"Truthfully, yes. It honestly arouses me."
"Really?"
"I told you I'll explain later. We really need to g
et this out in the open."
"Ok. I wasn't planning on letting him cum in my mouth. You know I've never let any man do that. Unfortunately, I was enjoying myself too much. I was only using my mouth and one hand to suck him off. The other was between my legs. I didn't notice the signs of his impending release and he didn't warn me."
"What a gentleman."
"I didn't tell him he needed to. Anyway, he surprised me by filling my mouth and I swallowed. It turns out it's not so bad."
After that, there wasn't much to tell. Scott waited until he saw me exit the elevator and head to the conference before going up to the room. He had brought the five condoms but they only needed one. I asked her for the details of what I didn't see. She said the foreplay lasted half an hour. They kissed and fondled each other. She spent quality time exploring his body. She admitted to me she climaxed three times. Twice while he ate her out, and once when he was inside her. She also gave him head in the shower.
"Peter, I'm being honest when I say, I thought that would be the end. I'd get it out of my system and we could move on. I'm still willing to give that a try"
"You're telling me we could go back to the way things were?"
"Sure. Our marriage is important. You're important."
"There is another option."
I explained the concept of an open marriage. How it worked for Kelly and Thomas Cho. She could have sex with other men under one condition. Total honesty. Never lie about where she was, who she was with and what she was doing.
"And you'd let me do that?"
"Actually there's one other condition."
"What?"
"That I get to watch sometimes."
My wife looked stunned. Her eyes became huge saucers. Her jaw loosened and her mouth hung open. "Really!?"
"It was so hot watching you fuck. You're so beautiful and sexy. I love seeing you happy and fulfilled. I just want to be a part of it."
"I was being fulfilled that's for sure." We both laughed. That was a good sign. "And you wouldn't get jealous?"
"Of course I'd be jealous. It would hurt, but actually the pain feels kinda good. I couldn't admit it at first, but once I made up my mind to let you fuck other men, I allowed myself to enjoy it. But we always have to be upfront and honest."
