Although I’d been to Las Vegas a number of times, it was only recently that I got around to visiting Atlantic City. My wife, Cynthia, went with me. Not because she’s a whiz at blackjack or craves the delicious unpredictability of the roulette wheel, but to make sure I didn’t gamble away that month’s mortgage payment.

I had reserved us a room for the weekend in one of the hotel/casinos on the boardwalk, and two hours after checking in, having showered and relaxed a bit, we were downstairs in the casino, me at a five-dollar blackjack table and Cyn at a slot machine. I was pretty much holding my own when suddenly the dealer got red-hot, hitting nineteen or better on eight consecutive hands to reduce my holdings considerably. I was down to my last fifteen dollars when my wife came over carrying a large plastic cup overflowing with silver coins. “I won ninety dollars,” she informed me excitedly. “Now what do I do?”

“You can cash in over there,” I answered, pointing to the cashier’s station.

Cyn took off and returned minutes later, beaming. She asked me how I was doing, and I pointed to my one remaining chip.

“Let me try,” she said.

I looked at her in disbelief. “You don’t even know how to play.”

“Just let me in there, will you?” Reluctantly I got up, and Cyn took my seat at the table. I figured she would lose my last chip on the next hand and that would be that. Amazingly, she won that hand. And the next. And the next. I stood open-mouthed and watched her do everything wrong, like splitting tens and hitting on seventeen, and not only recoup all my losses but produce a profit of thirty dollars. “What’s next?” my wife asked after cashing in her chips. “Oh, I know. Roulette.”

Before I could respond, Cyn was off in search of the roulette tables. She found two vacant seats at one of the tables and excitedly signaled me over. I was about to ask for fifty one-dollar chips when Cyn placed a hundred-dollar bill on the table. My wife pushed half her stack of chips over to me, and on the next spin of the wheel, we started to play. Twenty minutes later, Cyn had a pile of chips in front of her and I had lost half of my original stake. My wife was ecstatic, as was the engaging brunette seated to her right, for she too was accumulating chips at a remarkably rapid rate. The woman’s husband, a tall, curly-haired guy in his late thirties, seemed as astonished by his wife’s success as I was by Cyn’s.

Before very long, the four of us were carrying on like old friends, whooping it up with each spin of the wheel. Helen and Barry were exceedingly likable. Both were friendly, outgoing and radiated a joie de vivre that was infectious. By the time we cashed in our winnings, or rather, Helen’s and Cynthia’s winnings, it was as if we had known one another for years.

“This calls for a celebration,” Barry said. “There’s a great new young comic playing one of the lounges here. What say we take in his show over a few drinks?” It sounded good to Cynthia and me.

It wasn’t a bad show as far as lounge acts go, but none of us really paid that much attention to the young comic. When I could tear myself away from Helen, I found my wife listening raptly to Barry or laughing happily over something he had said. Although we were all seated at the same table, the conversation was seldom four-way. I found myself drawn to Helen as I hadn’t been drawn to a woman in years.

Everything about her exuded sexiness, even her lyrical laugh, and every time she leaned close and I got a whiff of her perfume, I became dizzy with desire. My cock was already swollen in my pants by the time she placed a hand on my leg under the table. As for Cynthia, I could tell from the look on her face that she was as taken with Barry as I was with his wife. I was willing to bet that her panties were more than a little wet.

The lounge act over, Barry suggested we continue our celebration upstairs in the suite he and Helen were staying in. Cynthia and I didn’t hesitate to accept the invitation. As we left the lounge and walked through the casino to the elevators, Cynthia and I held back a bit. Each of us knew where this was headed.

“Is this it?” my wife asked. “Are we really going through with it?”

I reminded Cyn that we had spoken many times about trying group sex and that we’d probably never have a better opportunity. Barry and Helen were an attractive, very personable couple, and we’d be kicking ourselves later if we didn’t go for it.

“I think maybe we hit the jackpot,” my wife said, giggling. “God, I’m nervous.”

“And so wet,” I added.

“That too,” Cyn said, clasping my hand tight.

Upstairs in the suite, after a drink and some dancing, the four of us gravitated toward the two double beds, Barry, his arm around Cyn’s waist, leading her to one, while Helen, taking my hand, led me to the other. Clothes came off slowly, piece by piece, and soon all four of us were naked. Helen had me stretch out on the bed and then, without further delay, enveloped my cock in her mouth. I looked over toward the other bed and saw my wife poised to take Barry in her mouth. She smiled and I gave her a wink.

I watched her lovely lips curl around Barry’s swollen cock and slide down the shaft and heard Barry’s soft moan of gratitude. Then I looked down at Helen’s bobbing head, relishing the feel of her lips sliding smoothly up and down my cock. She stopped sucking and looked up at me with my cock in her mouth, her brown eyes twinkling, then resumed sucking. I looked over at Cyn, who was now swabbing Barry’s balls with her tongue, sucking them into her mouth. The sight of her doing to another man what she had done so often to me only fueled my lust. I felt no jealousy whatsoever, only pride.

When Barry urged Cyn away from his cock and onto her back, I assumed it was to fuck her. Instead he quickly mashed his handsome face in her pussy and began licking up the juices I knew were flowing freely. I was happy for my wife, because I knew how much she enjoys being eaten prior to penetration.

With my wife’s whimpers of pleasure filling my ears, I told Helen to maneuver around so I could eat her while she ate me. A moment later I was hungrily lapping at her furry hole, my tongue flicking her clit, as she moaned around my cock. When I carefully eased a finger into her puckered anus, Helen jerked my cock from her mouth and said excitedly, “Oh yeah, I love that. Work it in and out.”

I did just that, and it wasn’t long before Helen came, groaning into my crotch. Just seconds later I heard the familiar sound of my wife in the grip of a hard orgasm. Helen now lifted herself up and worked her way down my body until she was straddling my hips. Facing away from me, she took my pulsating cock and guided it to her pussy, settling down on it with a moan of pleasure. And then she was riding me, her hips rising and falling evenly as she fucked herself on my pole of flesh.

On the other bed, Barry had arranged Cynthia on her hands and knees and was preparing to penetrate her from behind. As she was facing me, I could clearly see her look of sheer joy when Barry thrust his cock into her pussy With his hands locked on her hips, Barry began fucking my wife, occasionally slapping her near-perfect ass as he thrust hard and deep into her. The sight of Cyn being fucked by another man was even more exciting than the sight of her sucking him.

When I wasn’t savoring the scene on the other bed, I was looking at my cock sliding in and out of Helen’s tight pussy. But I wanted to see her face and handle her luscious tits, so I had her swivel around, which she did without removing my cock from her pussy. Then she resumed riding me, this time with my hands squeezing the spongy fullness of her breasts. And when she asked me to pinch her nipples, I complied without a second’s hesitation.

It was a savage grunt, wrenched from Cyn’s throat by a particularly hard thrust from Barry, that made me look toward the other bed. My wife was now crouched low, with her face resting on the bed sheet and cradled between her arms, her ass up in the air. The look on Barry’s face was one of fierce determination as he continued hammering into Cyn from behind. I knew it wouldn’t be long before he came.

It was that thought that triggered my own release, and as my seed gushed up into Helen, who sat down hard on my exploding cock, I heard Barry announce his orgasm with a guttural cry and then Cyn’s answering moan of appreciation. In the afterglow of her pleasure, as she lay with her head resting on Barry’s chest, my wife smiled contentedly at me. I knew then, if I hadn’t known before, that our decision to party with Barry and Helen was one of our best ever.

Cyn and I didn’t return to our room until the small hours of the morning. We literally fell into bed, too drained even to talk about our totally unexpected, but wildly satisfying adventure. As prearranged, we met Helen and Barry for breakfast and then spent the day with them, gambling at a half dozen different casinos. Helen and Cynthia were not as lucky as they had been the previous day, but we didn’t need a reason to celebrate that night.

Cyn and I invited Barry and Helen to our room. We had only one bed, but it was king-size and able to accommodate two sucking, fucking couples. If I had to single out one scene that I enjoyed the most that night, it would be when Helen and Cynthia knelt side by side on the bed and Barry and I fucked them in the ass. I doubt if I’ll ever experience anything as savagely exciting as seeing Barry’s swollen erection thrusting deep inside my wife’s stretched asshole while at the same time, I was plowing Helen’s rear passage, both women grunting and mewling and urging us on with gutter words.

Barry and Helen drove home to New Hampshire and Cyn and I headed back to New York the following day. This morning we received a letter from Helen in which she spoke of a long weekend in Las Vegas that she and Barry are planning for next month. She suggested we meet them there. Cyn wrote back immediately to say we’re already looking forward to it.

My wife, it seems, has taken a liking to gambling. Of course, I’ve always said there’s no feeling quite like putting it all on the come line and winning big.