I Cheated on my Wife and Won the Lottery

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This is a long story, just as a heads-up.

This takes place a few years ago, during one of the darkest and most depressing times of my life. I (Male, 25 at the time) was going through a drastic shift that drastically turned my life upside down. To summarize it as best as I can, my entire family had all gone crazy and started going for each other’s throats (metaphorically). The people I loved most became divided, becoming hostile whenever the other was in the room or harassing each other over text. I was the neutralist of the family, never wanting to take a side unless someone had done something obviously awful. But, they began twisting my words and attempted to weaponize me against the other out of spite. This was the last straw, and I was forced to sever ties with them. I lost loved ones, friends, and the world that I was used to came crumbling down on me within a few months. I fell into a deep depression, and sadly, my wife Anna (female, 26) could do little to help. Not that I hold anything against her, and what support she could provide was greatly appreciated. But it could only do soo much.

A therapist recommended that I take a vacation to ease the stress. So I packed my bags and decided to head to Vegas since I had never been there before, and I’d only had a handful of experiences with gambling (my luck was all the time shit…). My wife couldn’t go because she got the flu and wasn’t a fan of traveling to start with, but I assured her I would be okay. I rented out a nice room not far from the casinos, and lived life like the world was ending. I had plans to splurge on fancy meals, test my luck with the slot machines that wouldn’t break my bank profile, and take in the gorgeous sights. The moment I arrived, I immediately felt a weight lift from my shoulders. My mind was clear, and while not the cleanest air, it was still easier to breathe than before. While it was only brief, I felt free.

Not long after arriving, I got caught in a couples drama. A girl with long shaggy black hair, pale white skin, dark lipstick, and a fur-rimmed jacket approached me from the side. She wrapped her arm around me and guided me along faster down the sidewalk. I could hear a man shouting in the distance, and the woman looked troubled and scared to be sure. However, I couldn’t have felt any braver than her. I’m not a fighter by any means, and the last thing I wanted was to get the hell beaten out of me by some stranger in “Sin City.” So, I held her tight, and made her walk even faster than before. I’m thankful that there was a cop right around the corner, who began hearing the profanities from the crude un-gentleman pursuing us. After she gave the officers a statement explaining everything to them, the man was arrested. I gave what little knowledge I had of the situation, but I wasn’t much help.

After they drove off, the girl gave her thanks, introduced herself as Tanya (not her real name), and explained what was going on. The recap was that it was her boyfriend who was pressuring her into doing drugs, and when she refused, he got aggressive and physical. She was able to get away, and that’s when she found me. Unfortunately for her, they were also from out of state, and since he was the one who rented the room under his name, she had nowhere to go until she could fly out again. Unless she wanted to spend an obscene amount of money on a short-notice room. Part of me was suspicious because this was a girl I had just met. She was definitely cute and probably around my age, if not a year or two older, but this was a lot to handle all at once. Despite my better judgment, I offered for her to stay with me. She was definitely hesitant, which made me feel comfortable and not automatically conclude she was trying to use me. We chatted for a while, and after some convincing on my part, Tanya decided to take my offer.

We made it back to my room, and it was fair to say she was still upset. Grateful, but an experience like that would trouble any person. I did the best I could to lift her spirits. I showed off the hotel and its features, made a few passing jokes and puns, and even offered to get her room service. It took some budging, but I was finally starting to see a smile sprout from her pretty face. The awkward part came when it came to sleeping arrangements. There was only one bed in the room, and even though it was queen-sized, I’d feel creepy if I said she could join me. Instead, I offered to sleep on the couch, and she’d have the bed for the first night. She refused, saying that I paid for the room, so I should get priority. I could really care less, but she wasn’t having any of it. To my surprise, she was the one who offered to distribute the bed with me. And I’ll admit, I was awestruck at the notion. Left briefly silent while I pondered the ramifications. But, in my head, it wasn’t inappropriate to distribute a bed with someone, especially if there were no intentions of anything happening. So, I decided to give in instead of making it awkward.

With the lights off, and silence taking the room, we both just laid there in bed. Despite how late it was, I don’t think either of us was tired. After what felt like an hour, I decided to spark a conversation. And she was on board for a late-night discussion. Maybe it was because of how dark it was, or maybe because we had the mindset that we’d never see each other again after this trip, but we were oddly open with one another. We vented our issues like we were speaking with therapists, not a care in the world about how we would be perceived. I told her of the drama from home and how my depression felt like it was killing me. She made a opinion about my ring, asking me if my marriage was a happy one. My first wondered was, “of course,” but the words couldn’t come out. I’d admit I wasn’t completely happy. While my wife was supportive at times, most of the time, it didn’t feel like a real marriage. To me, it felt like we were just close friends than anything else. We’d rarely do anything most couples would, from cuddling to going out, and our sex life was near nonexistent. We’d been together for half a decade, and the number of times we had sex could be counted on one hand. The more I ranted, the more I felt the stress return, but before things got too emotional, Tanya had placed herself upon my lap.

She said that for me saving her, she would be happy to save me. Her hands were on my chest, and I could feel her slightly moving her hips while on top of me. My heart was pounding, throbbing painfully in my chest. I instinctively wanted to throw her off me, but the moment my hands touched her hips, I just froze. Staring at her, catching a dark silhouette of her only in her tank top and black underwear (Tanya was fully clothed when we got into bed). I could see her nipples poking through, and I could slowly feel my bulge press against her vagina. I knew this was wrong, but so was most of everything else in my life. After years of stress and anger from trying to help my family. And dealing with years of sexual frustration, I think I was finally pushed over the edge. Never had I said, “Fuck it!” with as much passion as I did. Me and Tanya went at it like sex-starved animals.

We were yanking, pulling, and for one piece of fabric, tearing each other’s clothes off. My hands gripped tightly on her breasts as we tongued each other, with her hand already stroking my cock. Her nails dug into my back as I nibbled and bit her ears and neck. We were in each other’s vigorous embrace, our teeth, tongues, and lips leaving no place within reach untouched. Her perking nipples were my favorite thing to suck, lick, and nibble on. And she went crazy when I fluctuated between the three sensations. While she stroked my cock, my hand was glued to her vagina, rubbing it, massaging it, and fighting the urge to insert my fingers into her until she was dripping into my hand. To my surprise, it didn’t take long, and soon after, I was playing with her inside and out until she was quivering. Wanting to pleasure her was the biggest turn-on, and her cumming made me want to as well. While I did end up cumming early on her breasts, Tanya wanted more. I had gotten a blow job before, but nothing like she gave. I almost felt I could ejaculate again in her mouth, my hands on the back of her head, waiting for another shot to be fired. Tanya would occasionally use just her mouth, smiling up at me while my cock reached the back of her throat. After a few moments of sucking me off, she pulled me in anxiously. She begged me to fuck her and, while still heated at the moment, didn’t hesitate to plow into her. She was so slippery and hot that I felt I was melting inside her. I was jittery along with her as I kept pumping into her tightening vagina. Again, she latched herself onto me, her nails in my hair and in my back, her legs wrapped around my waist, and her teeth nibbling on the lower sides of my neck. It gave me goosebumps, having her moan and gasp in my ears. I discovered that I was into dirty talking as she kept whispering and pleading to me in my ear. If only I could have cummed again, I would have made a sloppy mess of her. But it was still euphoric having her orgasm and trembling on my cock.

A part of me felt post-orgasm guilt. I had never considered I would cheat, I all the time wondered that I would be better than that. But I also felt relief that I could finally open myself and get rid of the age-old tension. Something my wife could not provide. From that moment, with my hands still caressing the inside and outside of her vagina per her request, we both chose to stay together in that hotel and have a “fuckathon,” as she crudely put it, until we were both spent. It never crossed my mind that she was just as sexually frustrated as I was until after that experience. Regardless, we did just that, it was messy, gorgeous, and a grand pleasure to be a part of. My original plans were still in motion, but now I had an amazing woman accompanying me through the journey. We’d fuck in the morning, sometimes, I woke her up with my lubed dick sliding into her, and other times she’d ride me awake or have my cock in her mouth. We’d have breakfast, watch some Tv, and occasionally have a shower, which led to me plowing her from behind against the wall. It started becoming a hobby of making her sticky and wanting me more. There weren’t many moments where we were separated, especially when she accompanied me to the casino.

I won’t say which one specifically went to, but I’ll give you a hint that it was very bright and colorful. I only brought in 20 dollars because I didn’t want to spiral down a gambling rabbit hole. But I gambled a very small amount with each machine. However, one of the systems piqued her interest. Again, I won’t say which one. But, a feeling got to her about it, and she told me to bet the max I could, which I believe was 10 dollars. I wasn’t nearly as confident. Until she grabbed and caressed me by the crotch, leaned close, and whispered in my ear, “I’ll let you do whatever you want to me if you try…” So, I bet all in… And didn’t win anything… But at that point, I didn’t care because all I was thinking about was throat fucking this woman. I grabbed her by the ass, put the last 10 I had in the machine, and we were just about to walk away… Until lights begin going off, confetti falls from the sky, and a series of loud noises blare. I won the jackpot, we won the jackpot! People around us were going crazy, security rushed up to see what was going on, and people who worked at the casino showed up. We were both in tears, screaming and bouncing like children who won a lifetime supply of candy. I had won 5+ million dollars, no exact number, sorry.

I’ll skip over the tedious hours of boring legalities, picture-taking, and paperwork. What mattered was that we both became rich (even after the taxes), and we were gonna celebrate! We got a fancy dinner and alcohol, went souvenir shopping, and got ourselves some nice clothing. And lastly, I got to ram my cock down her throat. Although I still asked nicely, to which she laughed and accepted. When we got back to my room, I ushered her to the bed, laid her flat against the backboard, and slowly inserted my dick into her mouth. She gripped the backboard, and with each thrust, she let out a gurgling moan. Spit and juices dripped from her mouth and my cock onto her bouncing breasts. I had one hand on the back of her neck, and the other I was playing with her pussy with. She swayed and moved her hips with the momentum of my fingers and hand moving inside and outside of her. I’m thankful I made her cum first as a thank you for doing all that she has for me. Just as I was coming close, I let her know, but just as I was pulling out, she swallowed my whole dick, it reaching deeper than prior. I don’t think she could have made it more clear she wanted me to finish in her mouth. It was one of the best orgasms I had had since we started this “fuckathon.”

Some people may say I was crazy to do it, but I had every intention of splitting the winnings 50/50. I’m not a materialistic person, and I know she wasn’t around me for the free bed. Along with the mindblowing sex, we confided in each other more than I had vented with anyone else. I don’t condone my actions or try to justify them. I know what I did was wrong, but I don’t regret what I did. I like to believe she may have saved my life, and maybe I did the same for her. We continued this spree of sex and even upgraded my room to a penthouse. I don’t think there was any part of that room that we didn’t make a mess of or left untouched by our juices and sexual shenanigans. I even added an additional 5 days to my trip. My wife Anna was concerned, maybe even suspicious, but when I came home a millionaire, all doubts were gone. This was a long time ago, and while it may be selfish, it was probably the best time of my life. I love Anna to death, but this will be an experience I’ll keep a secret and take to the grave.

NSFW: yes


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