If he tossed her out on her ass now, she'd find someone else to take care of her. She gave him so much lustful excitement and satisfaction, she was worth almost any price to him. And Vera sensed that too, which was why she knew she could come home after a three-day drunk and an orgy of men and women in motel rooms and he'd forgive her.
Sometimes she'd get all dolled up, go out and pick up a hot young swinger just for him, a surprise when he got home tired and irritable after work. No one had ever given Lane anything, much less a cute piece of ass stark-free, and this touched his icy heart very deeply. In his own cold and twisted way he loved his wife, and in her wild, savagely unpredictable way she loved him, because he took care of her. It was simply an unwritten contract and they both knew it.
Now in the living room of his plush home, Vera – who was wearing a tight black minidress, misty black nylons and five-inch spike heels which made her eyes level with the honey-haired dealer's – began charming Shawn.
"So pretty," Vera gushed, squeezing Shawn's hands tightly in her hot ones. "How did a darling young thing like you get hung up in the shitty world of gambling?"
Lane had to hand it to Vera. She'd hop in bed with a man in two seconds but when it came to girls she'd charm their panties off practically make them fall in love with her before she touched them, actually seduce them. In her dark, cunning way she was simply priming them, setting them up for a fall, making them trust her first. That was part of her kinky game, and Lane deeply enjoyed watching her play her hand.
She had Shawn set up in fifteen minutes flat. Ignoring Lane completely, she got the innocent girl to talk about herself, drawing her out like a psychiatrist. They sat on the sofa facing each other. Vera would fire questions at Shawn and fix her enormous dark hypnotic eyes on her, a look of intent fascination on her face. And all the while she radiated heat, her fingers caressing Shawn's wrists and arms and hands, moving down to her thighs, touching her cheek tenderly. It was a strange beautiful dance of seduction that always thrilled Lane's blood. Vera could charm the panties off a nun and sell them back to her in twenty minutes flat, after she'd talked the nun into giving her the best blow-job in the world. She was that good.
While Vera coaxed the honey-haired dealer's life story from her in a few minutes, cleverly arousing Shawn with soft strokes and gestures, her glowing eyes melting with awe and fascination, Lane sipped a scotch and smoked a cigarette. The girl was getting hot now and Vera had done it so subtly Shawn didn't even know she was worked up. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar.
"And that's how I ended up in Reno," Shawn concluded with a sigh. She suddenly realized her panties were soaked with her juices, that she was terrifically excited. It was the fierce heat, the intense warmth of Vera, like a very close sister she'd never had, that turned Shawn on so intensely. She liked this strange, dark-haired woman tremendously, felt that she could trust her completely, felt herself being pulled into a whirlpool of hot silken magnetism and profound excitement.
When Lane had told her that his wife swung both ways, Shawn had felt a tremor of fear. She'd never made it with another woman and the idea left her cold. But the alternative left her even colder so she had agreed, inwardly bracing herself for some disgusting and kinky sex. But she hadn't expected this, not this fascinating, hypnotic and genuinely warm and sexy creature.
"Listen," Vera whispered, leaning close to brush her lips across Shawn's ear and lewdly stroked her thighs with her fingers, "Let's go to bed alone for a few minutes, okay? I know you'll feel self-conscious with him watching, so it'll be just you and me for a little while, right, honey?"
Shawn gulped and nodded eagerly. It was exactly what she wanted, which was exactly what Vera sensed.
"We're going to have a little talk in private," Vera told Lane, pulling Shawn up by the hand, "Don't join us for fifteen minutes at least. Okay sugar?"
Lane shrugged and refilled his drink. This was part of the game too. She would get Shawn hotter than a smoking pistol, so aroused she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, and that's when Lane would step in, and that's when the real kinky games would begin.
He watched them disappear into the bedroom, the door closing behind them. He only hoped Vera wouldn't overdo it with the whip and the giant, battery-operated prick tonight. This one was such a sexy honey he wanted her on the side, at his beck and call at the casino, not running away in shock and horror afterward. Like so many others.
In the bedroom, Vera quickly wrapped her arms around Shawn and embraced her with fierce passion, snaking her tongue deep into the girl's mouth, crushing their tits together. She rubbed her boiling crotch to Shawn's warm one and the girl whimpered deep in her throat, dizzy with excitement.
"I'm going to be good to you, darling," Vera whispered, squeezing Shawn's silken hot ass in her greedy fingers, "Make you feel so hot and beautiful, oh honey, you're so exciting, so sweet and sexy, rnmmrnm! I'm going to suck on your hot juicy tits and kiss your darling ass and… let me undress you!"
Shawn closed her eyes, trembling from head to toe as Vera unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off, tossing it aside. She stepped behind the girl and unsnapped her bra, took that off and flung it aside. Vera embraced Shawn from behind, her breath coming in sharp moans as she fingered and squeezed and loved her silken, fleshy young tits for a minute, pulling gently on the dusky fat nipples. She kissed the dealer's neck at the same time, brushing aside her hair to trace lascivious circles of lust on the nape of her neck with her burning tongue. And all the time, Vera squirmed her boiling pussy to the girl's soft ass in lewd fucking motions, until Shawn was sobbing with impatience.
"I'm… I'm getting so hot, Vera!" she whispered, clutching Vera's hands in hers and squeezing them harder on her swollen naked tits. "So terrifically hot! I want to make it with you, you're the first woman I've ever wanted sex with!"
And the last, Vera cautioned herself, if she got too carried away. "I'll hurry," she promised Shawn, kneeling behind her to unzip her skirt. She slid it down the girl's tapered silken legs, then worked off her panty-hose to leave her standing naked. Still kneeling behind Shawn, Vera's lips and tongue tinged fiercely as she stroked the girl's velvety round hips and began sucking and kissing and tonguing the sweet flesh of her hot ass. She dipped her head down – God, she could smell her fragrant young cunt like a delicious feast – and found Shawn's tiny asshole with her tongue-tip. She tickled it, making the girl whimper with mad excitement, then plunged it in for a burning wet thrill – just a few moments of coming attractions. The tunnel was sweet and fiery to Vera's churning tongue, so exciting that Lane's wife felt her own cunt throb eagerly and start gushing juice.
She stood up, shivering with obscene happiness. She led Shawn over to the bed and the girl lay back on it, her eyes gleaming wildly, her firm young tits heaving eagerly, her soft thighs parting to reveal a glistening pink cunt, like a juicy rosebud, fringed with honey-silk hairs.
It took all of Vera's control not to just dive into that succulent slit and lap and suck and eat with screams of sheer depraved joy. Instead, she kept her blazing eyes raking over the girl's smooth, ripe naked flesh as she quickly slipped her dress off. Her own tawny hot tits billowed out over her low-cut, lacey black bra. She took it off quickly and tossed it behind her. Shawn's eyes widened in surprise.
Vera didn't wear panty-hose, but sheer black panties and garters and nylons, but what startled and deeply excited Shawn were Vera's panties. There was an opening in them so that her pink, soaked cuntlips were naked and available. The casino manager's wife was tremendously exciting only half-naked, her fleshy round tits dappled with huge pink nipples, her lower body still sheathed in misty black. With her five-inch heels still on, she looked intensely obscene and lustful, her black eyes burning like an angel-whore.