It Started in Vegas

Part V. Does Johnny Like the Deal?

Saturday

Annie

The call to Johnny didn't go quite so well.

"Hey, Johnny," I opened.

"Hey, Annie. What's up?" he asked. "I thought you weren't allowed to call me."

"I wasn't until today," I informed him. "Mac offered me fifty thousand to stay another week. I thought we could use another fifty thousand."

"Annie, I'd rather have you back home. I paid off the casino. I only stayed here so I could greet you when you come back tomorrow."

"Well, if I stay another week, I wouldn't be coming back until next Sunday," I told him.

"It's not worth it to me," Johnny pleaded. "Annie, please come back."

"Think of all the things we could do with another fifty thousand," I told him. "That's why I was thinking of staying."

"Annie, after I paid off the casino, and after I pay off all our credit cards, we'll still have fifty thousand of the original hundred thousand. We don't have to have an additional fifty thousand," he continued.

"But, Johnny, I already told him I would stay. Like you said a week ago, in for a dime, in for a dollar," I suggested. "I thought you'd be happy with another fifty thousand."

"Not if it means I have to give you up for another week. Babe, I've missed you. I regret agreeing to your going with him, even if we needed the money badly," Johnny argued.

"I'll talk to Mac," I told him, "I love you."

"I love you, Annie," he pleaded again. "Please come back on Sunday."

I hung up. "What should I do, Mac?" I asked.

"Tell him that I agreed to sixty thousand for next week, and also at the end of next week, I'll bring you back to your hometown instead of Vegas. Tell him I'm being hard-nosed about you reneging on our deal," Mac suggested.

I waited for what I thought was an appropriate time for Mac and I to have a hard negotiation with a nasty ending. Then I called Johnny again.

"How'd it go?" Johnny asked.

"Not well," I admitted. "He doesn't like for people to renegotiate deals. His final offer was sixty thousand and he would bring me back home instead of to Vegas. He didn't make any specific threats, but he was very angry."

"He can't keep you there against your will," Johnny replied. "If necessary, I'll get a court order and come there myself. Where exactly are you?"

"I'm on the north shore of Kauai, I don't know the exact address," I told him. "But, Johnny, it's only a week. I can do it, and then we'll have another sixty thousand to spend how we like."

"That's what worries me," Johnny told me. "I'll come get you. Try to get the exact address. I can probably find it based on McCutcheon, although his legal name would help."

"Johnny, it's a waste of time," I told him. "By the time you could get a court order issued, it would be near the end of the week, anyway. It's only for a week. Don't do anything stupid. You need to take care of the money when it comes in. It should be thirty-six thousand tomorrow. Please don't do anything stupid. Coming out here, paying attorneys, all that. It would be a waste of time and money. I'll be home in eight days. Just let it play out."

"Annie, I'm sensing resistance," he told me. "What's really going on?"

"Nothing's going on," I lied. "It's just that I made a deal I thought you'd be happy with, and it seems that you're very unhappy with the deal and me." I started crying.

"Okay, Annie, I won't do anything rash," Johnny agreed. "I'll think everything through thoroughly before I do anything."

"Bye, Johnny, I love you," I told him.

"Bye, Annie, I love you," was Johnny's reply.

I hung up.

Mac told me, "That was very impressive. Somehow, I never thought of you as being so capable. I want you on my side."

"I am on your side," I told him, "if you stick that thing in me again."

"Here, I thought I was a cocksman," he replied, "now you're telling me I'm a thingsman. It looks like I'm going to have to prove myself to you every day."

"Yes, you are," I informed him as I started licking his thing.

Sunday

Annie

After our before-breakfast intercourse, I told Mac that we needed to talk.

"I never lied to Johnny before," I told Mac. "Do you know what that means?"

"It means that you really want to stay with me," he smiled at me.

"Yes, it does," I admitted, "and do you know why?"

"You like screwing me," he replied.

"That's true," I admitted, "but the real reason is that I'm falling in love with you."

Mac was quiet for a while. "I don't know what to say. I guess I should tell you how I feel."

"That would be good," I continued.

"I thought we were just going to have some fun for a week," he explained. "I had gotten this super-hot woman to come to Hawaii with me for a week of sex. When it was over, it was going to be over. Now, I don't know what's going on. I'm very happy that you're staying for another week. I don't know what will happen at the end of that week. What I do know is that I will probably feel even stronger than I feel now that I definitely won't want you to leave. The reality is that I'm not sure if I love you, but if saying 'I love you' will keep you here longer, I will say it."

"Oh," I told him, " so the big bad man loves me but is afraid to say it. That's okay. I know you love me and that's what counts."

"My only mistake was talking to you in that Vegas coffee shop," Mac replied. "Now, I'm stuck with you."

"And you're loving every minute of it," I told him. "Let's eat breakfast and then let's try to find some new ways for you to pleasure me with that thing."

"All I can say," he admitted, "is that I hope this thing thing is a phase and you'll stop doing it in a while. I really don't like you thinking of me as a thingsman!"

"If that's your biggest concern," I informed him, "then I think our odds of making it are pretty good."

"Let's eat breakfast," he replied.

Second Week

My second week with Mac seemed to be going very well. He would still ask me to screw other guys, but the frequency of this was greatly reduced from the first week. I think he really liked watching me with some other guy. I still felt like I loved Johnny; it was just that I loved Mac more. At the end of this week, I would have to tell Johnny the truth. I wanted to stay with Mac long-term. I would marry Mac if he asked, but only if he asked. Of course, I would have to get a divorce from Johnny, and that would be very hard: Of course, hard for Johnny, but I still cared for Johnny, and I didn't want to hurt him.

Mac liked banging me on the beach. Well, I liked it, too. On Thursday afternoon, we had banged on the beach and then gone for a swim in the cove without bothering to put our swimsuits back on. In the distance walking toward us, I saw a familiar figure.

"Oh, God, no," I cried out.

"What is it?" Mac asked.

"It's Johnny!" I replied.

As fast as I could go in the water, I rushed to the beach and started putting my bikini back on. By the time Johnny got there, I had the bottom on, but not the top.

"Well," Johnny said, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Sarcasm dripped from every word.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny," I began.

"Sorry that I interrupted you banging your brains out," Johnny interrupted me.

"Let's calm down," Mac interjected.

"I guess I am as calm as any man can be," Johnny replied, "when some rich asshole is trying to steal his wife."

"I don't know if he started out that way," I informed Johnny, "but he's already stolen me."

"It didn't take very long, did it?" Johnny spoke with great anger.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny," I began again. "The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you. I still care for you."

"Let's try to keep this civil," Mac tried again. "You can come into my house, and we can try to sort things out like adults."

"I appreciate your magnanimity," Johnny replied. "it's easy for you to say, because you've got what you wanted, and I've lost what I wanted."

"Johnny," I began again, "I can make a lot of excuses, but I don't have anything that will make our relationship better. All I can do is try to make the hurt less."

"You were all I ever wanted, Annie," Johnny told me. "I don't think I can replace you."

"Don't talk that way, Johnny," I replied. "You're good-looking; you have some money; you'll find someone."

"I doubt that I will ever find someone as good as you," Johnny continued.

Mac suggested, "Let's go in the house; get you something to eat; and at least talk about the future."

"I'm not sure I have any future," Johnny replied.

"Don't talk like that, Johnny," as I finished tying my bikini top.

Mac quickly pulled his trunks on, and we walked to the house.

Johnny accepted a high ball; Mac and I drank wine while we waited for dinner.

"Johnny," I started. "I don't want anything. The house, the money, the car, you can keep it all. The only thing I want is my clothes."

"You don't need the clothes," Mac interjected.

"Okay," I agreed. "There are a few personal things I want. I guess we could fly there and get them. Would that be okay, Mac."

"Sure," Mac agreed. "I could help you, Johnny, if you were willing to relocate to southern California or Hawaii, but not so much where you are now."

"How could you help me?" Johnny asked.

"I might be able to get you a better job," Mac informed him.

"Do you think you could help me get my wife back?" Johnny asked.

"Would you rather talk with Annie without me here?" Mac replied.

"He wouldn't," I interjected. "Johnny, Mac is really trying to help you. Behave yourself!"

"Sorry, Mac," Johnny apologized. "I'm hurting."

"I know," Mac replied.

"He's really a very good man," I told Mac. "I know I have hurt him, and I feel terrible about that."

"But not as bad as I do," Johnny told us.

"Maybe I should just leave," Johnny suggested.

"Nonsense," Mac told him, "you can spend the night here. I'd rather you spent the night here than alone in some motel."

I was amazed at how nice and supportive Mac was being. After the way he had treated me the first week I was in Hawaii, I was really surprised at his treatment of Johnny.

"Johnny, you've been good to me," I admitted. "It's not that I don't care about you. I just care about Mac more. I'll even sleep with you tonight if it would make you feel better."

"You'd do that for me?" Johnny was very surprised at my offer.

"You'd do that for him?" Mac was also surprised at my offer.

"Is it okay, Mac?" I realized that maybe I had gone too far.

"I guess it's okay," he replied, "subject to a few conditions."

"No sex," Johnny blurted out.

"No, that wasn't it!" Mac replied.

"Then, what?" I asked.

"Okay," Mac explained. "Number One, you go into this without the assumption that one night with Annie will change her mind."

"I understand," Johnny replied. "I didn't really believe that anyway."

"Number Two," Mac continued, "Annie starts the evening with me; then she comes to you."

"I can understand that," Johnny agreed.

"Number Three," Mac concluded, "If, at any point, Annie wants to spend the rest of the night with me, you won't interfere with that."

"Okay, what else?" Johnny replied.

"That's it," Mac told us.

Dinner went smoothly. Apparently, Johnny was somewhat mollified by my offer. For Mac and me, it was not unusual for me to visit two bedrooms in one night. After dinner, Mac and I went to bed. We clung to each other after intercourse. I could tell Mac would prefer that I didn't go to Johnny's guest room, but I had promised and so around nine I left.

Johnny seemed to be in a better mood.

"It seems like longer than a week and a half since I've been with you," he told me.

"I'm a different woman now," I admitted. "If people in our hometown knew what I had done this past week and a half, they would consider me to be a tramp. Maybe you would, too.".

"I doubt that," Johnny replied gallantly. "What happened last week?"

"Mac shared me with some of his friends," I informed him.

"That bastard!" Johnny exclaimed. He started to get out of bed. I held his arm.

"Let me finish," I told him. "I liked it. I enjoyed screwing his friends."

"Ohmigod," Johnny said.

"Do you want me to leave?" I inquired.

"No, don't go," he told me. "I want to find out how you've changed."

I removed my negligee and checked his state of readiness. He was ready, so I got on top and showed him some moves that I had learned recently. He was impressed.

Afterward I questioned him about what he had seen when he first saw Mac and I together. There were three things, he informed me: "First was the way you looked at Mac. Second was the way Mac looked at you; and Third was the way you looked at me. I could tell that you literally only had eyes for him."

We made love again. I got up to go to Mac for our usual before breakfast exercise. Johnny grabbed my arm, "You were always good when we were together," he told me. "Now, you're better. Mac is a lucky guy."

My before breakfast session with Mac was a little longer than usual. After his ejaculation, he shared his plans with me. We would continue as agreed for the second week, with Johnny getting the remainder of the promised sixty thousand. Then, I would be hired as executive assistant to Mac at twenty thousand. I was a little surprised by that and told Mac I was making more than that with my part-time job. Then he informed me that would be my monthly salary. I was very happy with that.

I still hadn't gotten a marriage proposal from Mac, but as much as I loved him, I refused to ask for that. He seemed satisfied with my being with him most of the time in my two official statuses as girlfriend and executive assistant. I couldn't believe that I never tired of being with him, by day or by night. Of course, even on our worst days, we were always able to have at least a couple of intimate sessions.

I thought Mac was lucky to have me, and I felt lucky to have Mac. At breakfast, everyone seemed to be in a much better mood than the previous day.

Then, while we were waiting for a helicopter to take Johnny to Honolulu International, Tommy, Jack, and Ronnie burst in. They were obviously very excited. "Mac and Annie, you have to see this!" Tommy exclaimed. "I told you about the video. The edited version came out fantastic."

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. This was not something that Johnny needed to see. "Johnny's got to catch a flight," I remonstrated. "We can look at the video after Johnny's on his way."

"No," Johnny interrupted. "I want to see the video."

At this point, Mac realized what was going on. "We don't want Johnny to miss his flight. Let's hold off on the video."

Johnny was like a dog with a bone. "I really want to see the video. I can catch a later flight."

I don't think Tommy realized that Johnny was my husband as he proudly led us into the ballroom which doubled as a multimedia venue. Tommy popped a memory chip into the projector, and we were immediately watching the video. "Annie" filled the screen. This faded to the first scene which was of me smiling and laughing as I took my clothes off, before I knew pictures or video was being taken. The next scene was at the end of our session. Over two hours later, and after over thirty orgasms, I was standing with my left leg on the bed, fully exposing my pubic area, and with semen seeping from my pussy down my right leg. I was still smiling. I knew this was not something Johnny needed to see. The next scene showed me smiling again and climbing aboard Ronnie for some cowgirl action. It showed in detail my guiding his cock into my pussy, followed by my thrusting my hips forward and back the twenty or thirty times until I grimaced in orgasm. Soon I was smiling again as I bent over to give Ronnie some tongue in his mouth. The video continued through the thirty or so positions we had gone through that day. At Johnny's insistence, Mac had postponed the helicopter, and stone-faced, Johnny watched the whole video intently. The last scene showed me cleaning Tommy's cock with my mouth, sticking my tongue out to show the secretions I had collected and then swallowing everything.

Tommy was very proud of his work, "You are such a slut, Annie. This was great work."

Johnny interrupted, "Can I have a copy?"

"Sure," Tommy replied, "You can have Annie's copy. I'll get her another one, later."

"Do you really want a copy of this?" I asked Johnny.

"Of course," he replied. "See you in court."

Tommy finally saw his mistake. "Sorry, Annie."

This, of course, led to one of the most embarrassing moments of my life, when Johnny's attorney played excerpts from the video at our divorce hearing in a courtroom packed with my former friends. I had already planned to give him everything. This was just meanness on Johnny's part, but at least that chapter of my life was over.

I knew Mac loved me, in spite of his continuing to share me with many of his friends and business associates.

I still hadn't gotten a marriage proposal from Mac, but as much as I loved him, I refused to ask for that. He seemed satisfied with my being with him most of the time in my two official statuses as girlfriend and executive assistant. I couldn't believe that I never tired of being with him, by day or by night. Of course, even on our worst days, we were always able to have at least a couple of intimate sessions.

After a few years I decided I wanted to have children. Mac was very straight with me on this. Children were okay, but he wanted to continue the high life and be free to share himself with many women. His solution was to build a house for me on the side of the pool. This would be where the children would live. It meant that condoms would have to be used by the other men while Mac was attempting to impregnate me. It was less than two months until the rabbit died. Then my activities were unconstrained. I still had my boobs and butt and most of Mac's friends and associates didn't mind my expanding midriff. Delilah was beautiful. Soon, Lila was getting into everything. Theodore came about three years later. Teddy was even more energetic and mischievous than Lila. I decided that Zach was the last. Either I was getting to be a better mom, or he was just less trouble than the other two. We had nannies twenty-four hours a day, so that in the evenings, I was able to participate in the goings-on in the main house, or on the beach.

As the children grew older, I think we were both surprised at what a good father Mac was. Lila, at eleven, was already showing the signs of being a real heartbreaker and was the apple of her father's eye. The boys were also growing nicely into handsome little men. I was very happy with my life, except that Mac still wouldn't admit how much he loved me.

He gave me a party for my forty-third birthday. I had managed to regain my figure after each pregnancy, and I have to admit, if I had changed, I had become even more randy as I got older. For the party, our guests were four hunks. I'm not sure where he found them, but they were all very energetic as our after-dinner entertainment consisted of a contest between the five guys to see which one could give me the most orgasms. They did me sequentially, with each one rotating between the table, the sofas, and the floor. By the time Mac finished my first round, the first guy was ready for a second round. After Mac finished me the second time, I lay on the floor, nude and exhausted, but still feeling good from my post-climax dopamine rush. Ever solicitous of my well-being, Mac helped me into an overstuffed chair.

I couldn't believe what happened next. Mac got down on one knee, and began to speak, "Annie, you have been with me for over twelve years and given me three wonderful children. I have finally decided to man up and ask you to marry me. I want you to be my wife and our children to be recognized as such. Will you marry me?"

 I don't cry very often, but when I do, I cry a gusher. I burst into tears. I was crying my heart out while the four hunks were applauding.