This is an adult sex story.
All the characters are of the age of consent or far over it!
Any children named or mentioned are not involved in anything sexual.
This is story number 54.
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There is saying, perhaps you've heard it: Veni Vidi Vici.
That is Latin for I came, I saw, I conquered.
But Julius C. (or was it Augustus C?) had his words out of order.
He should have said: Vidi Vici Veni: "I saw, I conquered, I came."
Because that is how it is done with women.
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It was mid May and I was staying at The Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada, USA.
How did I end up here?
Why wasn't I staying at my own hotel down the street?
Let me explain.
I was alone, I was by myself.
Well, not exactly.
At this moment I was face down, completely nude, on a massage table while a pretty hot forty five year old MILF was giving me her very best effort to get some tough tight knots out from under my shoulder blades.
I was up in my suite, trying to relax and make sense of all that had gone on; all that had gone wrong in my life.
While I was distracted by the pain I was enduring with the massage, it was more than made up for by what my roving hands were feeling.
For a woman ten years older than me, she felt pretty good and I knew that after the flip, she'd be on my stiff cock like a sex starved woman being rescued from a desert island.
She had told me before I was her Knight in Shining Armor; that I was her rescuer.
She simply could not get enough of my cock.
I let her continue on doing her thing rubbing my bare skin with soothing oils and lotions and I let my mind drift back to my predicament.
My situation; my dilemma.
I had been exiled to Nevada by Catherine my wife.
It was her version of Siberia.
The Nevada Gulag was the place for Jack Colton.
It turned out to be more of a playground but I'd let Catherine think I was suffering.
My wife was more than pissed off at me despite my innocence and my explanations.
She was furious to put it mildly.
As you recall from my last few stories, I spent a lot of the month of April flying around on a Hall Pass granted to me by my bride. (Yes, I was lucky that I had a wife that allowed me to skip to noose of marriage to enjoy other women).
Catherine wanted me; no, encouraged me, to have sex with as many women as possible. And do, with her blessing and only with her blessing, I proceeded to have the time of my life. I got almost as much ass as the toilet seats at The Super Bowl.
When I wasn't between the sheets with some hot female who was a banker, a lawyer, a private equity partner or a commercial real estate professional, I was taking care of my business and my family.
My business holdings consisted of car dealerships, hotels, a clothing company (actually CYNSUITS, a swimwear company), some commercial properties and most recently a large gym and health spa located not far from the hotel in Las Vegas. I also had a couple of manufacturing companies (aerospace and auto after market), a freight forwarding distribution business based in Santa Fe, a recruiting business, a multiple location advertising agency and a business management consulting company.
With one or two possible exceptions I had very competent people in positions of responsibility and we were profitable. Cash flow was strong. I had plenty to do but mostly my job was making sure we had the right people in place and I was on the lookout for business opportunities.
It was a lot to juggle but I was okay with all I had going on. I was taking care of my business, providing help where needed; making decisions when asked and most importantly, I stayed out of my people's way. I had hired experienced people, paid them well and let them do what they were on the payroll to do, which was to take care of our customers and to make money.
I discovered that my presence at some of my businesses (like the Las Vegas hotel) was disruptive to the operation and so, I often stayed at places that either I liked or that I had in my sights to purchase.
On the family front, my father in law Tom had been killed in a small plane crash in the first week of April and we flew to Canada and had a funeral service in Quebec. We buried him next to his parents. There was space next to Tom for his wife Isabella, my so called mother in law.
At the gravesite, without me warning me or prompting her, Isabella took my hand and squeezed it, then said in a low voice that only I could hear "There is no fucking way I am sleeping next to that bastard for all eternity."
Catherine heard Isabella say something to me, noticed that Isabella was holding my hand and looked at me like "WTF?"
I smiled and nodded, not wanting an argument during an already emotionally charged week.
Catherine thought this was odd, I am sure, but said nothing to me.
Catherine and her daughters needed to be consoled too and I did what I could. I don't want to speak poorly of the dead, but I will because Tom was a very selfish asshole.
However, once done cursing him I silently thanked Tom for being such a money maker by generating a lot of cash on the pay per view website we had set up of him having sex with women.
Neither Tom nor his female partners knew that they were videoed having sex. The profits from the website provided a nice nest egg for his grandchildren to go to college.
Separately, I had a lot of life insurance on Tom and it paid off. Tom was employed by my Canadian company, so I moved the money from Canada to the Caymans without hesitation. Only my lawyer knew what I had done and he wasn't talking.
Following the quick trip to Canada we had a long ten full day family vacation in Hawaii, and we invited the extended family, meaning the three ladies I had impregnated since New Year's: Janet (The MILF), Julie, and Missy Rogers along with their children.
