2 comments/ 23027 views/ 0 favorites Vegas By: sonneteer1 Chapter one The trip to Vegas so far was uneventful, just a long hot drive through the desert. I just pulled into the gas station to fill up on fuel for the last leg of my journey. You see, I'm off to celebrate the new me. Having just gone through a divorce and all, I feel the need to escape. What better way than to return to my birth place, Las Vegas, a little spot of excitement in the middle of nowhere. Not that I'm much of a gambler, but after 23 years of marriage....... suddenly single....well....I'm exploring the daring side of myself. The tops down, the wind whipping through my hair and good old rock 'n roll is blasting on the radio. I haven't felt this free in .....well.....never. Now if I can just be as confident in real life, it all seems so easy in my head. As I drive down the main strip, all the lights twinkle and shine. Every color flashing. Neon signs enticing you to enter their lavish establishments. What a sight! I pull into my motel parking lot. Nothing fancy, just a place to store my suitcase. I plan to take full advantage of this decadent little city, explore all my inner desires, where ever they might lead me. I get out of my car and stretch.......hands raised over my head, back arching, breasts thrust forward.......man does that feel good. Just as I turn to collect my purse, a man catches my eye, he winks at me. Embarrassed at being caught in such a personal moment I blush, but smile back. A tingle of awareness rushes through my body. WOW, tall, dark and handsome....yummmmm. He winks again, I look away shyly still new to being single. I turn and enter the lobby, a grin on my face, maybe there's hope for me after all. The rooms not to bad, at least it's clean. I unpack my clothes. Looking at my watch I realize it's getting late. But then again, that's probably early here, things are most likely just getting started. I head to the bathroom to shower, getting ready to start my new life. I quickly unbutton my blouse and toss it aside. Next go the jeans, underwear and bra. Those last two items are gone forever, thrown into the garbage never to be seen again. I packed new sexy panties and bras and plan to indulge in my feminine side. No more plain, boring stuff, only silky sexy lingerie from now on, even if I'm the only one that knows. Spirits lifted I enter the shower. Oh man does the hot water feel good as it cascades down my body. I've always loved the water, even if it's only the shower or bath. To my surprise the shower head is the massaging kind. I change it to a pulsing spray, alternating hard and soft.....uummmmm heaven. I lather up my hair with shampoo...uummmm the light floral scent smells so good. After I rinse my hair out, I reach for my favorite body wash, it has a soft, spicy, musky scent. I pour some on my scrubby and start to wash my body.....what a wonderful invention these scrubbies....they create so much lather. It just slides all over me. I scrub my arms and legs. The soft sensuous smell of the body wash permeates the bathroom. The steam swirls around creating a misty cocoon. I begin to caress my body......sliding the scrubby over my breasts, my nipples pucker into tight hard peaks......ohhhhh, ummmmm. It's been awhile....even cleaning myself turns me on...I moan......I really need a man...this is just crazy. I continue to run the scrubby down between my voluptuous breasts and over my stomach, lower still....between my legs......so much lather...it slips so smoothly back and forth....back and forth. I moan again, a little louder this time. I have got to find a man and soon! Frustrated at the building sexual tension I am unable to completely finish myself. I rinse off and end my lonely shower. I'm tired of this kind of satisfaction. What I really want is a man....hot......hard.....and willing. Chapter two It's kind of strange walking into a restaurant al alone. I have never really had to dine alone before. This new life will take some getting used to. Well, here I go, head up, shoulders back. "Table for one please." The hostess leads me through the maze of tables. Glancing around I see that I'm not the only single one here, not that it helps much. She seats me off to the side, in a quite corner. I can observe the room from this vantage point while feeling less exposed myself. "Help yourself, it's buffet," she says. "Thanks," I reply. "Would you like a drink?" " A beer, Guinness if you have one." "I'll be right back with you beer, the line for the buffet starts there," she points across the crowded room. "Thanks." Famished, I head over to the food and select some items. I return to my seat and eat. Looking around the large room, I can see a great variety of people. It's amazing just how many people come to Vegas. One reason I suppose, it that they're all hoping to hit the big one. That one chance to make their lives a little easier. For me, it's liberation. To be able to do what ever, when even and with whom ever strikes my fancy. I suppose there are as many reasons as there are people. All I know is that I need to find some fun! I passed a bar on the way to dinner, seems like a good place to start, but I think a trip to the ladies room to freshen up is in order. The reflection in the mirror hardly resembles me. It's a little weird seeing this new face. The dark auburn hair looks good short and sassy and the soft natural make-up really brings out the rich chocolate brown of my eyes. And the red lipstick makes my mouth appear ripe and luscious, Not bad! I step back to view the whole package. My cream colored crocheted dress hugs me in all the right places. Nice and curvy, nothing like those skinny, anorexic models the fashion magazines seem to favor. Being voluptuous does have it's benefits. The deep vee of my dress enhances my soft, full breasts, exposing way more cleavage than I'm used to. I turn to see lots of bare skin. The back of this dress is even more sexy than the front. I twirl and the fringe at the hem line gently sways and brushes my lower legs, creating an enticing flash of tanned silky flesh. Again I gaze at my reflection and smile, revealing twin dimples. "You go girl," I say to myself, ready for some action. As I stroll into the bar, I feel a shiver run up my spine, as though someone is watching me. Not a scary sensation, but rather warm and tingly. I turn around to see if anyone is there, but everyone seems to be involved in their own conversations. "Silly girl," I mutter, as I walk through the packed room. I weave my way through the array of people to claim the last open bar stool. "Is this seat taken?" I ask. "It's all yours," a pretty woman answers. I sit beside her and introduce myself. We exchange pleasantries. "Are you alone?" She asks. "Yes," I respond. "Me too, Why don't we join forces, I really hate being alone, especially in a place like this." I laugh, "Yeah, me too." "Don't look now, but I think you have an admirer" I swivel slowly around, "Where?" Just then I see him. The man from the parking lot. He looks even better than before. His tall muscular body is encased in tight blue jeans and a black satin shirt. He winks. I blush. Thank God the lighting is to dim for anyone to notice. What is it with that wink? I've never experienced such a rush of pleasure when a man flirts. It must be all my pent up sexual desires. I give him a huge smile, a silent invitation, he acknowledges it with a grin of his own. "Humm, what a stud," my new friend says. "Shhhhh, not so loud" "Don't worry, he's to far away to hear anyway," she giggles. "I think the night might just be looking up for you." I peek again, but he's gone, "maybe not," I sigh. We quickly return to the process of getting to know each other. It's nice that I now have someone to hang with. After a while it gets to difficult to continue our chat because a band has begun to play. We look around the room to see if there are any prospects, me I'm looking for my mystery guy. I'm not much of a dancer, but I do like it. I'm just a little rusty. A slow song is about my speed, close, feeling a mans arms warped around me would top off the night before I go to bed. There it is again.....that prickle of awareness...tap...tap...tap I feel on my shoulder. I swing around and there he is. Right in front of me! "Care to dance?" He asks in a low husky voice. I can hear the beginning strains of Wicked Games. "Umm, sure," I say. Boy that was brilliant. One look in those sensuous dark bedroom eyes and I can't think of anything to say. He leads me onto the dance floor. We squeeze among several other couples. I'm a little shy and keep some distance. He gently grasps my wrists and raises them up and around his neck, then wraps his arms behind me, resting low on my back. I keep my head up, away form him, but he leans close. "Relax," he whispers. Little does he realize that when his breath blows across my ear, shivers surge through my body. It just happens to be a very sensitive spot. Any breath or caress drives me wild. Deciding to just go with this wonderful feeling, I loosen up and enjoy it. He nuzzles my neck. We sway and move to the music. This song has got to be one of the most seductive ones ever written. He gradually pulls me closer, my breasts now touching him. The contact is electrifying. I run my fingers through his dark silky hair. My fingernails lightly scraping his neck and scalp. I can feel his desire. A soft, quite moan escapes, letting him know that I to am effected by this instant attraction. He pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes.....he leans forward......Oh my God...he's gonna kiss me.....I don't even know his name. I lift my head to accept. Needing no further encouragement he lightly brushes his lips against mine. Warm, sweet lips caress mine......I sigh at the wonderful sensations. I open just a little and his tongue slips inside. The once innocent kiss turns very erotic as I suck his tongue inside my mouth. I begin to suckle it. I softly bite his lower lip. I run my wet tongue over his bottom teeth. My hands roam across his broad shoulders, squeezing. I press light kisses down his neck and gently bite...a combination of sucking and kissing. My nipples get hard and I can't get close enough. I press up against him rubbing my breasts back and forth across his chest, hoping to release to tension. The already warm room just got a lot hotter. I am so turned on. I could jump his bones right now. His hands drop and cup my ass. He brings my body into full contact..... his sex noticeably hard, hot. His cologne fills my head, making me dizzy with desire. The song fades into the background as we continue to devour each other. I realize that a new song has started...and it's not a slow one! Just a tad embarrassed by my uncommon behavior, I leave the dance floor. He follows behind. I am so confused by what has happened that I have a hard time looking him in the eye, but I do anyway. He smiles. I relax. He clears his throat, " WOW, what just happened?" He says. "Beats me, this a first for me, I have never done anything close to this before, but if this is what desire fills like well ..... enough said." He softly laughs, " I'm ready if you are." I'm not sure what to say, my body is so sensitive and turned on right now that just one more look or touch will send me over the edge. I look into his eyes and just melt. I could eat him up. But now is not the place..... Chapter three One of the things I told myself when I started this trip, was to be daring, push the envelope of my comfort zone. I now am presented with the opportunity to do just that. Although I'm somewhat nervous, I'm excited too. I grab my mystery guys hand and pull him from the bar, not that he resists much. When I reach the elevator I turn and engage him in a deep open mouthed kiss. Our tongues tangle, dueling for possession. "PING." The elevator door chimes. It's empty! We walk inside. I can feel the heat of him as he steps close behind. He lightly rests his hands on my shoulders, softly caressing, sending shivers of excitement through me. I moan softly. His fingertips lightly draw minute circles over my upper chest, getting wider and wider. At last he slips them under my dress, underneath my lacy bra until he reaches my tight nipples. I lean back, resting my head against his shoulder. I press my ass into his lower body. I can feel his readiness pulsing against me. He tweaks my sensitive buds, pinching and rolling them between his thumb and index finger. He cups my breasts in his palms, testing their heavy weight. I pant and moan a little louder. Oh God, this feels so wonderful. He squeezes my tits massaging them. He removes his hands and traces a path towards my ribs, down over my stomach, lower to the core of my raging desire. I'm so aroused, so wet, so ready! He cups me through my dress. I grind my ass against him. He pulls away suddenly. I groan, disappointed. I turn to see why. He pushes the red stop button. "Just in case." He grins and returns. I reach up and unbutton his shirt. The need for skin to skin contact is overwhelming. I smooth my hands over his lightly haired chest. I find a nipple and take it into my mouth. I gently bite, rolling his hard nub between my teeth, sucking. My hands roam all over his lean hard body. I can't seem to get enough of him. I'm on fire. I rub my hand down his body and cup his penis. He's so big, so rock hard. I gently squeeze his balls. I reach for his belt buckle, fumbling in my haste. Once open, I undue the snap and slowly draw the zipper downward. His sex is so swollen. It tents his sexy boxers. I reach inside the slit needing to feel his hardness in my hand. I need to touch his pulsing shaft. I push his jeans and boxers down. They puddle at his ankles. I grasp his satin soft penis in my hand and tighten my grip just a little. I gently pull. I knead up and down his long shaft, slow at first, then I begin to quicken my stroke. He moans, I feel his tremors. I kneel in front of him, wanting a taste. I lick the head of his penis, lapping up a small drop of juice. I swirl my tongue around, teasing the tip. I draw him into my mouth and suck. My hand cups his balls and tickle him with light feather touches. I suck harder taking him deeper into my mouth. In and out. His moans excite me to a fever pitch. Encouraged, I flick my tongue all around his long, pulsing cock. When I reach the root, I suck his balls deep into my mouth loving their silky soft texture. His breathing is hard, irregular. He moans quietly. He urgently pulls me up and turns me towards the wall. He pushes me up against it. He places my hands on the cool surface above my head. He grabs the hem of my dress and gathers it around my waist. Eager to caress me he whispers, "hold this." I grab hold of my dress. Now both his hands are free. He cups my damp pussy. He pushes my panties down. I step out of them. He draws his finger between my wet lips. He inserts one finger deep inside, teasing me. He grinds his hips into my ass. He spreads my legs farther apart for better access. His enormous dick teases my cunt. He pushes into my opening. Slowly he sinks inside. He retreats then thrusts forward again, going a little further, driving me crazy. I wiggle my bottom trying to get closer. I want his huge cock all the way inside. He plunges it deep in one sure thrust. Oh God, this is so incredible. He pumps harder and harder. His hand finds the wall for support. Faster and faster he pumps. He reaches around me and with his free hand and plays with my pussy, pinching my swollen nub, driving me wild. I can feel myself begin to climax, I can only hope he's right there with me. It's been so long. I don't want this glorious feeling to end, but I'm spiraling out of control. I can feel the increasing rhythm as he speeds up. He's close too. Harder and harder he drives into me. Faster and faster he thrusts. Oh God I'm cuming! My whole body explodes. Tiny electrical currents race over my body. The aftershocks tingle and roll throughout my entire being. His release is simultaneous. We sag into the wall, breathing hard, gasping in the wake of our powerful orgasm. His breath is hot on my neck. He nuzzles my ear. I shiver. He kisses my ear, gently suckling my earlobe, igniting my desire again. He smoothes my dress back into place and redresses, making us presentable. Although I'm sure one glance and anyone will know what we just did. I look at my watch surprised that only fifteen minutes have elapsed. "Mustn't forget these," I say, as I put my panties in my purse. He winks. I blush. He restarts the elevator. "My room or yours?" We ask in unison smiling at each other. The night has just begun. Vegas We enter the living room, and you notice that I have a Middle Eastern music CD in the CD player, so you know that I will be playing music for you to strip by. This is a source of pleasure to me, to see your body swaying provocatively and becoming slowly more revealed to me as the clothes drop off. You have mixed feelings about it because you enjoy knowing that you are arousing me with your body, but you have never felt at ease with your body - it just doesn't look good enough to satisfy you. You fret about the size of the breasts, slight swells in the hips and legs, things that I have repeatedly and sometimes exasperatedly told you don't matter. "And if they don't matter to me, to your man, love," I had said, "Why should they matter at all? Your body serves only two purposes sexually - to please me and to please you. If it pleases me, you are the only obstacle to your own happiness. Learn to enjoy your own body as much as I do." I have even given you disciplinary spankings when I have caught you disappointed in your body, for I do not want criticism of you. Still you do not feel happy with your physical being. I grin at you, a grin containing nothing but lust and enjoyment, and start up the CD player. Exotic music, with plenty of strings, fills the room and you kick off your shoes and begin to dance to it. Your arms snake about, twining over your head as your body slowly gyrates and your hips flex. You look at me and slowly bring your tongue across your lips as your hands snake downwards and undo your top blouse button. You bring your hands down to your sides and continue swaying. Your hands slowly rise and undo another button. You enjoy this part of the dance, when you can sense the slow pace of the music, the dance, and your strip challenging the eagerness you know so well in me. It is a small challenge of wills, one which you will win because you control the pace of the action, you are the slow one here. You finish the last blouse button and the blouse flaps, alternating open then closed as you move, your bra playing a game of peekaboo with me. There is something that seems Middle Eastern to you in wearing your blouse as an open vest. Leaving your blouse hanging from your shoulders, you slide your hands down your sides sinuously and hook the thumbs under your skirt. You slowly push your thumbs down and wriggle the skirt down off your hips, enjoying the feeling you have of being sexy, synchronizing your movements to the chords of the sensual music. You sneak a sidelong peek at me and are gratified to see how rapt my attention is to your dancing, "almost like a ravenous wolf", you think smilingly. The skirt drops to your feet and you snag it with your foot and kick it to a corner of the room. You turn to face me and shimmy your shoulders until the blouse falls as well. You snag your blouse with your other foot and kick it across the room as well. You are now wearing nothing but bra and panties. Suddenly, the dreaded wave of self consciousness attacks you. You know that I enjoy your body and become angry when you don't feel comfortable with it. Yet, from beyond your control, the negative body feelings rush in, voices you can't suppress: "hips and thighs getting flabby", "breasts not round enough", "thick legs". You remember all the times that you compared yourself with the pinup girls, with the Playboy pictures, with the cheerleaders and the... The music stops, abruptly. I am looking at you, but my expression is angry, not one of rapt attention now. After turning off the CD, I stride rapidly towards you. You cannot meet my eyes and look at the floor. I hold you under your chin and force you to face me, to see the exasperation in my eyes. You feel ashamed, you know that you are responsible for breaking the mood... "What's wrong? Are you feeling ashamed of your body again?" Feeling broken, you nod your head tearfully, even as I hold your chin. There are times when your thoughts cannot be private, almost like I can see into your mind, and this is one of them. "Damn it, I keep telling you what a wonderful body you have, what an instrument of pleasure it is to me!" I take my hand from your chin and with two hands unclasp your bra and fling it open so that it hangs limply from your shoulders. "Look at these breasts," I shout, grasping one in each hand and squeezing. "They are beautiful, perfect globes!" As I squeeze, you welcome the pain, feeling that you deserve the shouting and the physical punishment you are getting. "Look at these lovely nipples, pure pleasure to pinch, suck, and kiss" - hard pinch of each one. I release the tender breasts and drop my hands to your panties and rip them off you, tearing the fabric. "Look at your womanhood," and a hard smack there makes you jump, "soft and slick inside whenever I enter you. Look at that rump," and my hand cracks onto it, sounding like a rifle shot. "Don't you notice the looks it gets when you walk down the street? Firm and round, a dream to spank." Five more rapid-fire smacks pepper your bottom, each one sending a strong message to you. Then, suddenly, the storm seems over for the moment. You raise your eyes to look at me and I look tired, as though something's left me. You feel awful, knowing that the yawning gulf between us has widened and that it has depleted me... "All right, let's get this punishment over with, " I snap, and sit down on the couch, in the middle. You obediently sit at my right and then lie face down over my lap. You miss the feel of my hand guiding you, caressing you as it holds you between your shoulder blades and pushes you gently down, but you know there will be none of that in a punishment spanking. The hard smacks begin, cracking off your cheeks, bringing the pain and the flame out instantly, not slowly and gently like you love. You cry with the pain and the hurt and the feeling of having let both of us down, tears leaving shining paths down your cheeks and roll into your open, bawling mouth, making bad, salty-tasting memories. Through the haze of pain and hurt and guilt and my anger, you feel your breasts and pussy longing for the teasing and touching they would get in a playful spanking, your entire self longing to swallow my cock and please me, knowing there will be none of that now... When I let you up, I tell you that we will discuss this more tomorrow. You know that your torrid bottom will remind you all day... When I come home next day, you have made an elegant dinner and dressed in a low-cut evening gown. Slow, romantic music fills the house. For some reason, although it has never worked yet, you hope that the ambience will make me forget my commitment to punish you further. It doesn't work this time either, although you notice me casting an appreciative glance at your exposed cleavage. You expect a peremptory order to get a paddle, but instead I toss two round-trip airline tickets to Las Vegas on the table. I hold you by your shoulders and look you directly in the eyes and explain to you that I have made a few phone calls and secured a performance for you as a stripper in a Vegas show. "If you won't take my word for what a desirable woman you are, perhaps you'll take the word of several hundred men in the audience," I tell you. When we leave McCarran Airport several days later and head to downtown Las Vegas, you feel like a child again and realize that it's been too long since our last vacation. However, you know that tonight you will be performing, dancing naked in front of hundreds of strangers. Your persistently glowing bottom reminds you of this - last night I gave you another punishment spanking to ensure that all day today you would remember the true reason of our trip. We tour the Strip and see the erupting volcano, the Barbary Coast pirates, the knight jousts at Excalibur, and the continuous acts at Circus Circus. We eat at a dinner buffet and you select several desserts at the end of your meal, but feel a sharp smack on the back of your hand. "Remember to stay in shape, you perform tonight," is all I say, but it's enough - you leave all your desserts but one at the table. I had allotted thirty dollars for each of us to gamble with. We go to the slot machines and play. After thirty minutes, I have lost all my money and you now have fifty-four dollars. You decide to quit while you're ahead, and we just go outside on the Strip to walk and inhale the cool night air and see the flashing neon of Las Vegas. We watch the punks, the con artists, the hookers, and it seems to you that everybody has a plan, a scam, a hustle - except for us: we're just enjoying our time before... I look at my watch. "We need to get to the club," I say. "Only thirty minutes before you need to be in your dressing room." Instantly you feel less mobile, more draggy. It is just like when you were a little child going to the doctor's for a shot, and it was other people's wills that moved you. In a daze, you follow me to the club and leadenly walk into the dressing room. There are several other women already there, putting on makeup and getting into their costumes. You think they look like tropical birds putting on feathers. You don't feel a part of them and their colorful chatter at all - they seem so bright, so animated. Plus, the rebellious thought stirs in your brain that they are much prettier than you - you push the thought down and tell it that it's already caused you enough trouble. You toy with the idea of putting on bright cheerful makeup as a mask to deny yourself but decide that it's not your style, so you content yourself with just putting on your costume. When the chirping birds around you file out, you move along with them. You watch with me from the backstage as one by one they go through their moves and their routines. The girls are athletic but the routines seem canned and stale. You do have to admit that they have gorgeous bodies, but somehow they no longer seem in another class from your own. The thing that frightens you is the audience - you can't see them through the bright lights, but you know they are there. What will they be like? What kind of ravening beasts will they be? Will they be loud, hostile, and drunk? Will they be angry and disappointed with your looks? Will they get aroused out of control and rush the stage and assault and gang-rape you? Will they just be so hopped up on drugs that they ignore you altogether? The last girl leaves us to go out and strip for the crowds. You stare at her so hard that your eyeballs ache, seeing her proudly flaunting her body before the strange men. The bizarre thought pops into your head, "I could NEVER do that" - what timing for that thought! She struts about, arching her back to display her breasts to the crowd. She faces away from them and waggles her rear at them and caresses it with her hands. She slowly peels her panties down, still waggling, and then steps out of them, totally nude. Then she gyrates about, and you can tell that she's aroused at being completely naked before a crowd. The crowd roars and then she steps off... You feel a huge weight take control of you so that you cannot move. You know that you have to, but motion is denied you. You feel the huge size of the backstage swallowing you, you are so small there as to not be worth noticing, there is a buzzing around you and in your ears. You see me be part of the buzzing, my mouth open and angry. Still you cannot move and stand there blankly. My patience cracks and I sit down on a chair and haul you over my lap once more. This focuses you again, and the buzzing subsides and the room shrinks to its proper proportions. You can hear me angrily telling you that you will get out on that stage and do it post haste. Then I spank you hard, cracking shots that reverberate throughout the backstage. Some of the girls who have returned from their dances, stand by to watch and giggle as the swats set ablaze your already well-warmed rear. After thirty very hard smacks I push you off my lap and push you out on the stage. You blink once or twice at the bright lights and see some grinning men through the haze of light. Their grins tell you that they must have heard some of your spanking prior to your entrance. You focus away from them, on the music. Then an amazing thing happens. A strong young girl takes shape within you, and she takes over for you. She's proud of your body, and wants to show it to me, and to all the other men if that's my wish. She moves your body around, swaying to the music, smiling at the audience. She and you come together and you come alive, showing your body off more proudly than any of the girls before you. You smirk sexily at the men in the audience and you can see them appreciate your confidence in your body, your dancing style. You shimmer out of your outer clothing and take your time, teasing the men, enjoying the feeling of power that this wonderful girl has bestowed upon you. You strip down to your bra and panties, just like you have done for me, and instead of the old fears and negative feelings, a sexy fresh confidence wells up in you and you actually look forward to showing your body off. You hear whistles and hoots, and luxuriate in the approval they convey. You dimly realize that the approval is having an effect on you, that you are getting wet... You now control the tempo, the scene, and hundreds of men are rapt in their seats, longing to love with their eyeballs the body that you alone can yield to them. You slowly slide one bra strap off your shoulder and then slyly replace it there before lowering it for good. Then you copy that motion with the other strap. You shimmy, knowing that all eyes are on you and you alone, and the bra comes tantalizingly close to dropping but it barely stays on. Then you turn your back to the audience and, snakelike, sway slowly and let the bra fall. Facing away from the crowd, you see me in the backstage and see my look of pure pleasure and pride and feel a warm golden glow throughout you, one you have not felt since you felt the doubts assail you during your strip for me a scant few days ago. I smile at you and nod approvingly, and you know that the approval is for your performance, for your body, and for your deservedly proud attitude. It makes you feel glowing and good inside. You place your hands over your nude breasts, and turn to face the audience, now watching you breathless. You flap the hands just a little, teasing the men, and then slowly let them drop. A collective hush falls over your voyeurs, a moment of appreciation for those pretty breasts. You gyrate sensuously, the breasts dancing their own dance, and everything in that little world is centered upon you. Your wetness increases and somehow solidifies your confidence. You hook your thumbs into the waistline of your panties, and slide the thumbs around, teasing and making promises to your audience. You can feel their tension throughout the air, how their wait is almost painful as you control and delay their visual gratification. You work the waistline down until it is between the bottom of your belly and the top of your mound, and sense the crowd's ache as you do so. This exposes the top half of your rear, and you know that the flaming redness will be visible to them when you turn around. But you realize that the spanking evidence is as much a part of you now as your body itself is, and you will be sharing that with the audience. You turn around, facing away from your hundreds of admirers, and wiggle for them. They can see the flame now, and you wriggle out of the panties, showing them the full evidence of my concern for you and my punishment. The surprised men go quiet, except for a long, slow whistle for your crimson rear. Then suddenly, the audience roars and stamps its feet, and you feel buoyed along by their enthusiasm and acceptance of your submissive nature. You turn around and face the audience entirely nude, basking in their approval and feeling like you are riding a powerful crest and are invincible. You kick the dampened panties into the crowd and exult in the scuffle that breaks out over them. Totally exposed, you have the audience entirely at your command and give them what they need, showing your breasts swaying, your hips grinding, your sex glistening with the reflected footlight glare, your back proudly erect, dancing to the music of Las Vegas. The audience's roaring comes in waves, and you feel each wave as though it were pounding into you sexually. Your dance takes on a wilder note as the thrusts come into you, the hundreds of men's voices and whistles and footstamps coalesces into a throbbing thrust pushing into you, stroking you hard. You feel the familiar buildup and know that you are climbing that hill towards orgasm. You know that you are performing for hundreds of men and cannot leave them now. You gasp and begin to cry out, and the roars thunder louder and rend the air of Las Vegas. Sweat flings off your body as it twists and squirms, a new note added to the dance. You come with a shrill scream that pierces the audience's roar. Suddenly it's a sweaty silence. You and the audience look at each other, eyes locked. You have been completely exposed to them - they have seen your nude body, your spanking history, and finally your orgasm on the stage before them. You feel there is nothing left to show them, and so... you bow out to deafening applause and head to the backstage where I am waiting for you... Vegas Edited by Willyb220 Chilly Willey has made some corrections to this story Chilley Willey talked me into re posting some of my stuff, so here goes one of my better ones. If you don't like it, don't trouble yourself or me with your comments. It was the best I could do some years ago, and I'm too old to do any better now. I lost most of my stories from my computer, and I would like to thank Paul in New York and Salamis for having saved many of them and passing them on. I also hope to have some more stories come in from john and trance-ck. With time I will be able to get them up on line. Thanks jake * Hi my name is Ben, and my wife is Wendy. We have been married 25 years in July. Our sex life was what you would call normal, I guess. Nothing to write home about or brag to the guys in the bar. Last February, she had a hysterectomy, and was put on hormone pills. It left her with a small scar just above her hairline of her pussy about four inches long. You can not see it when she is wearing her two piece swimsuit. She has turned into a wildcat in bed now. From getting sex three times a month, it is now two to three times a week. I get beat and look for excuses not to do it. When we go to friend's house for parties, she used to complain about guys getting cheap feels and talking about sex. Now she is the aggressor, and she has the guys saying what a sexpot she is now. In school, the principal had to tell her to dress down as she was turning on the 7th and 8th grade boys, and this was causing a problem. In bed, she couldn't get enough of me licking her and she started to give me great blowjobs, which she hardly ever did before. Now when she blows me, she will stick a finger in my ass and I will soon pop. She also likes me licking her ass, and rubbing it with a finger. Now she enjoyed porn VCR tapes, and we do a lot off fantasying in bed about guys and girls at the parties. She kids me, saying, she had the doctor put in a pace maker vibrator in my puss and we laugh at this. Things at work have been stressful lately, because the company needed men to go to Japan to help out on a job. They have been putting pressure on me to go. I didn't want to go because I am now 50, and didn't enjoy the traveling anymore like I did when I was younger. I told them I would not go. So when our trip to Vegas came up, I was so glad to leave work for a week and leave the stress behind me. Then I was going to take another week of vacation for relaxing and do some fishing. It was our 25th anniversary, and the kids gave us a trip to Las Vegas. It was either the trip or they were throwing us a party, so we took the trip. We have two kids, a girl Cindy who is 20 and starting her third year of college in the fall. We also have a boy, Roy who is 24 and graduated from college in May of this year. Neither one of us has been to Las Vegas before; we wanted to spend some quality time away from the kids. To have some time to our selves and a little time to gamble and see some shows. I'm a fifty-year-old civil engineer, and the wife is a 48-year-old physical education teacher for junior high school girls. We both keep in good shape, and enter in road races about ten times a year. The wife weighs about 120 pounds, and I go 175. I met her in college, so I have known her for 29 years now. Wendy is also the girl's coach in eight-grade soccer. Wendy had a boy friend in high school that took her cherry. I was the second guy to make love to her, and she has been with me ever since. I had only made love to three other girls in my life while I was in high school. I dated one of the girls for 2 years till I found her cheating on me, and I dumped her. Neither one of us has cheated on the other since we started to date. We fool around at parties with other couples, like playing 7 minutes in heaven or necking on the couch but nothing more than that. It all was just cheap feels and French kissing and a lot of booze. We arrived in Vegas at ten in the morning August 13, and we were leaving on the 19th. We went to the hotel but could not check in till noontime. They held our bags for us, and we walked around to the gaming tables to look around. When we got to the desk, they told us it would be around two till the rooms were ready. We headed off to go to lunch and look around some more. When we got back at three they said our room was all set and the luggage was in the room and they gave us the key cards. As we got to the seventh floor, we found the wrong luggage in our room. They had it all mixed up with other people on the floor. As we were straightening out the luggage, we met a group of four couples from California. They had won a weekend at the hotel from a TV station channel 10 promotion. They invited us to their room for free drinks, so we went to the main suite that they had. They won the trip for ten, but didn't take all the people because all of them didn't get along. They knew the eight of them did. While we talked to them, they offered us some tickets for the weekend to see some shows as they had extra tickets. They told us they would have a limousine at their disposal, so if we wanted to ride with them we would be welcome. The group was around 30 to 35 in age. Two of the girls were very good looking and in excellent shape. The other two girls were cute, but overweight a little from having kids. All the guys were still in shape as they played a lot of ball, from what they said. They all lived near each other and I think two of the couples swapped from the way they talked. You can pick up a lot from people if you keep your eyes open and watch what is going on and listen to what they are talking about. After a few hours, we went back to our room to get ready for dinner. We were on East Coast time and they were on West Coast time so we had a hard time agreeing on what time to eat. We all went to eat at eight as the show started at eleven. Wendy and I hit the bed because we knew we would be too tired to fuck after the show. We fooled around for an hour and a half. Wendy talked about how nice the group was and how much fun she had with them. She said, "I can see that we will have a good time with the group." Then we showered and dressed to go out for the evening. We met in Joe and Beth's suite, waiting for the rest. As I looked over the different girls in the room, I didn't really know if I would choose one of them over my wife because she looked stunning in her low cut cocktail dress. With her trim body she was as cute and with the other girls in the room it was hard to tell her age as she fitted right in with the other girls even if she was pushing fifty. Joe and Mike was trying to make points with my wife and would touch her every chance they could. The guys had one camcorder and one digital camera and one Polaroid camera. They wanted me to take some pictures of the group. I took some and then they took some more with Wendy and me in the pictures too. Mary was trying to show a lot of her breasts and the nipple popped out. We got a shot of that. They wanted to shoot the shows but I told them I didn't think cams were allowed in the show. We would leave it in the limo when we went into the show. When everyone was there, they called for the limo. Mike suggested that we all should hang with a different partner each time we changed locations because it would spice things up and give us all entertainment for the weekend. I was thinking about it as they started to vote but Wendy had already agreed to it, so I didn't want to look like a stick in the mud and went along with the group. Wendy was enjoying the guys falling all over her and receiving all the praise from them on how sharp she looked and how she filled out her dress in all the right places. The suite was a nice room with two big couches and three overstuffed chairs and a couple of smaller chairs. They had a small bar set up in the room with a large refrigerator stocked with beer and wine for the women. There was a giant screen TV with a VCR set up in the room, also. We got a call from the desk that the limo was downstairs waiting on us, so we all took the elevator down and piled into it. I was surprised at how big the limo was and all the room it had. I had June sitting next to me and she took my arm and pulled it around her and then gave me a kiss. We drove around for an hour, looking at the sights with the girls screaming out they wanted to go here and there. Joe told them, "We would do it tomorrow, we would make a list and hit as many places as we could." When we got to eat dinner, it was a few minutes after eight. The wine and beer flowed as we ate and filled us all up. After that, we danced and had a great time chatting and laughing at stupid things we were saying, like a bunch of half-drunk high school kids. The floorshow started a few minutes after eleven and went on for almost two hours. After the floorshow, the guys wanted to see the nude review show so we left to go over there. Us guys were hooting and howling at the girls on stage like we never seen tits before and our girls were getting upset with us. Three of the girls pulled their tits out to show us that they had them too. When they did this, we all went wild. Then the girls said, they will give us a show back at the hotel and the guys got up to leave after hearing that. The girls laughed at us, as they wanted to stay for the rest of the show. When the limo picked us up, we all went out to eat breakfast, as it was now 3 AM and then we headed back to the hotel. As I said before, we changed girls every time we changed sites and now I was with Mary as we got to the hotel. We ended up in the main suite of rooms. We danced to soft slow music and got some cheap feels from the girls. Wendy came up to me while I was dancing, and slipped her panties into my jacket pocket. She said, "I am so hot I need to cool it down, so I took them off." Whenever I checked on Wendy, she was always necking with her guy. She always had a big smile on her face and she sure was enjoying herself, just like some young college kid. About four thirty I made eye contact with her, and we decided to leave for our room. As we were leaving, Mac and Joan came in through the door with their suitcases. They were also going to stay in the suite, instead of their room. Mike said, "The station could have saved money and just got us this one room. They have four beds and we all can sleep here." Then everyone laughed with him. Wendy popped up with; "We will have to move our stuff in here too." This broke them all up. Wendy and I finished are drink and put them down as we said goodnight to all of them and headed for the door. Joan started to talk with Wendy and Wendy told me, "Why don't you go ahead, I want to talk to Joan for a few minutes," so I headed back to the room. When I got there, I quickly changed and crashed on the bed. I was out in a minute with all I had to drink. Being in a strange bed and because I was always a light sleeper, I woke up easily when I heard Wendy come in at eight in the morning. I turned over and pretended like I was sound asleep. She talked to me but I didn't answer, so she went to sleep. I woke up at noon and I felt good. I was surprised that I did with all the drinking that I done. Wendy was still sleeping; so I headed down to get some eggs and coffee. I saw Joe, Mike and Peter just sitting down, so I joined them. "Where are all the girls?" I asked them. "Well the women don't handle the drinks like we do, plus they need their beauty sleep, just like Wendy I see," said Joe. We all laughed together and then ordered our breakfast. I asked, "Where is Mac?" They all laughed, and Joe said, "He is sleeping nude with Beth and Mary, and I don't think he will ever move from the bed as long as the girls are in it." Mike said, "Ben, why did you leave so soon? The party was just starting when you left." "Shit, I'm twice as old as you guys. I need my sleep." "Well Wendy sure had a good time, and what a body she has. I think her tits are the best of all the girls. We finally got her to whip them out for us, she wouldn't do it at the bar or in the car but she made up for it in the room," said Peter as they all laughed. Mike said, "Did you see the ass on Wendy? I don't think she had panties on went she flashed us." The food came, and we all ate as I listened and picked up bits and pieces of what went on last night after I left. I let them talk and I acted like I was there and they talked all about what went on. They had a strip tease contest between Beth and Mary till they both were completely naked. They were dancing to some fast music and did a strip. The guys said, "It was better than the nude review that we went to and closer too, plus we could touch and lick them here. The girls then danced and did a grind like they were humping each other and the guys egged them on. They finally passed out, one on the couch and one on the floor and we put them to bed. That's when Mac got naked and climbed in with them and all three passed out. When the others came back out of the bedroom, they picked on Wendy, June and Joan till they got their tits out, as they were the only ones not to show their tits during the night. They told me, Once they got them out, they didn't put them back and danced with us guys that way till the party broke up at eight in the morning. All the guys were saying how the girls sure let their hair down and had a good time, but they thought they got the best of the deal. Everybody warned each other to protect his wife or they would get into their pants. The breakfast party broke up with everyone laughing and saying we hope it turns into a big orgy. I got back to the room at two and Wendy was still sleeping. I had a coffee and toast for her but I ate it myself as I read the paper. As I finished the paper, she got up and headed for the shower saying, "I will never touch another drink as long as I live." She was dressed by four and we headed to get some food into her. As we sat in the dining room, I already had the guy's version but wanted to hear her side. So I started by telling her, I fell right to sleep and didn't hear anything till noon when I got up to pee. What time did you get in sweetheart? She said, "You should have waited for me, I left a little after you did, dear." "I tried to wake you when I came in but you were out like a light." "I don't have to apologize to anyone for the way you acted, then?" "No dear, I was just having fun with the rest of them, that's all." Then she talked about all the guys and gals. And how nice they all were and what a fun group they were. She said, "It was just like a big party at home, with all the guys trying to feel me up. Only here there is no one to blab their mouth off if I get too drunk and kid back. I saw a few girls all over you and you feeling them up and kissing them like you were back in high school." "So you had a good time then? I was waiting in the nude review for you to let your tits hanging out, but no such luck." "I was thinking hard about it, but I didn't let them out. But if I get a chance again, you can bet I will whip them out for the guys, as no one knows me out here." After we left we headed for the slot machines. We started out together, but she went her way and I didn't see her in about hour. She finally came up to me and told me she was going to talk to the others to see what was on for the night and she would be back in a few minutes. An hour and half later she came back and we went to our rooms to change because we were going out at nine. I could smell booze on her breath already, well so much for never touching anything again. Wendy told me, "Just wear slacks and a sport shirt because we are going bar hopping afterwards." She had on slacks and a button down blouse. I wanted her to wear a nice sexy dress but she didn't. The limo dropped us off at the show and we ate there and had fun. At ten the show was on and finished at midnight. We then got in the limo and we did some bar hopping. We ended in a country and western bar doing line dancing for the rest of the night. I had a headache when I got there and the music didn't help. Loud wasn't the word for it. You had to yell to talk, so I got plenty of beer in me to take the headache away. We continued to change partners every time we changed places or rode in the limo. Every one was getting braver and had somewhat free rein with the girls. Wendy's guy had hold of her tits, sometimes on the outside of the blouse and sometimes with the hand inside, feeling the nipples. We had taken a bunch of pictures already, and Joe and I picked up some more tapes, film and a card for the cameras. I told Joe, "Send me a copy of the films and of everything you took." I wanted to give him money but he would not take it. I gave him my office address. I don't know why I didn't give him my home address, I guess I didn't want him to know it. Mike and June stayed in the limo at the last place to get some necking in, I guess. It was three when we left the bar. Some wanted to eat but some didn't, so we decided we would go to the room and order from room service, if you wanted something. I was ready for bed. In the suite, I took two aspirins and washed it down with a beer. Some of the others ordered food or started to drink some more. They turned on the disk player and started to dance and try to talk the girls into a strip show. After finishing the beer I asked Wendy, "Are you ready for bed?" She said, "I'm going to stay a little while longer. You go and I'll be down in a little while." I said, "Goodnight to the gang," and headed for my room. I hit the bed at 3:45 and was sound asleep. She came in at 8 AM and lay in the bed for awhile. She moved me, but once again I pretend to be asleep, then she got up to be sick in the toilet. I went in and asked her, "You need anything, or you just want me to leave you alone?" She asked me, "Please just hold me, and don't say anything and don't make any loud noises." "I mean it this time, no more drinking at all for me and you can take that to the bank." We stayed there for half an hour, and then we went to bed with a wastebasket by her side. She got up a few times to use it, but I went right back to sleep. I got up at noon and left her there as I went for breakfast after my shower. As I sat there I was the first one up of our group. When I was ready to leave Peter came in to eat but told me, "Don't talk to loud to me as I'm pretty sick." I left for the slot machines to try my luck. I wasn't playing too long and I hit it for one thousand dollars. I immediate took it out, so I didn't have to pay tax on it if I won more. I had been playing the quarter machine, so now I looked for the dollar machine as long as I was playing on their money. As I was playing, Beth, Joe and Mike showed up to gamble. We started to play close together, but finally moved all over looking for a hot machine that was hitting. I heard a few things that went on last night, but not too much. They said they had some good video and still pictures, so I guess I will have to wait for Joe to send them to me. I continued to win and added a few more thousands to the pot for a total of thirty five hundred. It was now four and I headed up to check on Wendy to see if she lived through the night. She was sitting in bed looking pretty good and was eating breakfast that she had delivered to the room. I joined her and had a cup of coffee. She told me, "Security came to the room because a few of the girls were nude on the balcony, and told them to knock it of before the cops came and arrested them." "Would that look good in our newspaper back home or what?" as she laughed like hell. "Well, I don't think you would get the high school girls soccer team job that you wanted if that happened." Vegas "What a party it was, wish I knew what happened, I remember getting sick in our room." She finished her breakfast and jumped into the shower. I headed for the suite to see if I could find out what happened. When I got inside I asked, "You guys had security up here I hear," then I laughed like hell. "Shit, Peter got nude with the girls and wanted to show the world his fine body. He was out on the balcony," then he handed me a Polaroid picture of Wendy, Joan, Beth and Peter outside on the balcony, all nude. "Shit. We almost made the ten o'clock news on channel ten back home," then he laughed. I saw another picture of Wendy with Joan, dancing with the girls having no tops on just, their slacks. I went back to our room wondering what the hell Wendy was trying to prove. She was acting like a college girl at Mardi Gras, instead of women pushing fifty. She looked like a girl in her thirty's but she wasn't thirty anymore. When we got married, this group wasn't even going to school yet or was still in diapers. I went back to the room and we headed for the slot machines. I never told her I won any money. We started on the quarter slots and I worked my way up to the five-dollar machines. Around six we headed to have a nice steak and surf dinner. As we ate, she talked, about the group and what a nice bunch they were. "I wish there were on our coast, instead of the West Coast." I said, "I'm glad that they aren't here for the week or we would be dead from drinking and partying. You know we might just need the rest of the week to lay around and just recoup. You know they're twenty years younger than us, shit they are brand new yet." She said, "Well, one thing for sure we won't tell the kids all the things we have done down here." This broke her up and she almost choked on the food. She changed the subject and talked about the kids and thanked them for sending us here. Wendy wanted to find out where she could jog to clear her head and body. She went to the desk after we ate to find out where a safe place was. We had planned to run in a road race if there was one for us to run in, but I was in no mental shape to run a race now. She headed for the desk and I went back to the slot machines. I played for a few hours and won a few hundred more. In the bar, the guys were drinking and I had a few with them. Joe and I went out and played some more slots. I then ended up at Keno, sitting there resting in a soft chair when Joe came up and asked, "Are you ok?" "Just resting in a nice soft chair that's all," I replied. He said, "Bet these three numbers, you put three with it," as he handed me the money and a paper with the numbers on it. He then walked away as I headed over to put the numbers in. I played the numbers five time and headed for the slots. Today we didn't have any shows to go to, so we were going to bar hop for the night with the limo hauling us around. We all headed out at ten with all of us having a good meal in us. We had planned to try and find a bar with music, but one that you could talk in the same room to each other instead of shouting. We hit the same western place again, but music was just too loud for us so we headed out after an hour there. The limo driver took us to a small town near by and music was nice and soft so we decided to stay the rest of the night there. Joe told me, "I lost over one thousand down at the machine and I'm scared what Beth will do to me." You could see in his face that he was scared. "Damn man, I knew you were crazy, but I didn't know you would be a nut on the machines." "I charged it on her credit card and I know she will kill me I will not get any pussy for a year." "We plan on having a kid soon and I do something like this." "You big asshole. I won a few buck, I will take care of it," I told him. "No, Ben I did it and I will take the blame for it. Shit I don't even no you." "Forget it Joe, I won it here so I might just as well leave it here, just send the pictures to me and we will call it even." "I'll pay you back as soon as I can." "No need to pay me back, just promise me you won't do a stupid thing like that again. It's a good way to ruin a marriage." He gave me a big hug, and I shoved him away from me. I told him, "We will fix things when we got back at the casino." Joe gave me her credit card. Wow, did Joe start to party, because he knew he was out of a big jam. He went and gave each girl a big kiss. Joe started something, as now everyone was kissing at every chance they had. Some of the guys did the dirty dancing with the girls and it looked like they were fucking them on the floor. Wendy was still her old self, pouring down the drinks and having a good time dancing and getting felt up. We hit a few more places for drinks and dancing. I saw Wendy take off her throng panties and give them to Peter. I didn't see Peter make a move for her pussy in the car but that doesn't mean he didn't. When she danced, you could see her ass in the dress as it flew around. Then I noticed some of the other girls were also missing their thongs. When we got back to the suite, I headed for the cashier to straighten out Joe's credit card. As I passed the Keno room, I pulled out the ticket and had it checked. The numbers came in and it was worth 32 thousand dollars. Wow, Las Vegas sure is a nice place I thought. I headed for the bar and called Joe in his room and told him, "You have to sign the credit card for me to put the thousand in it. Meet me in the bar." He came down and asked, "where do we have to go to sign the papers?" I said, "You lucky son of a bitch, we hit the keno for 32 thousand," and I showed him the ticket. Joe was happy as hell and kept asking me if it was real and I would assure him it was for real. Joe would keep hugging me and saying, "I don't believe it." He then kissed me on the lips. I told him, "Dead men don't get to spend their money." He said, "We are trying for a child and the money sure will help, and I appreciate the offer of you coving the thousand I almost lost. Not many guys would do that." We collected the money and gambled for awhile but we both set a limit of five hundred that we would lose. So after one hour we were still even so we went up to check on the group. Joe said, "Please don't say anything I want to surprise Beth when we get back home." "Sure," I told him. When we walked in the room, the girls had their bra's off and were playing twister on the rug. The other three guys were cheering them on and making all kinds of comments to them. We grabbed a beer and joined right in egging the girls on. As two or three were doing twister the other girls were dancing to the CD player in the room. Mike was filming the whole thing as it was going on. Joe reminded every one, "We are leaving at eleven for the drive back and we should get some sleep." The group said, "We will sleep on the way back." Mike and Mac stripped to their underwear and joined the girls in twister and dancing. Soon Wendy, Beth and Mary joined them, taking their slacks or dress off and dancing in their bra and panties. The whole group was still doing a lot of kissing and hugging with each other as they danced or played twister while getting their cheap feels in. Wasn't that long and two of the girls were just wearing their panties, and the other three were nude. It was now almost four and Joe kept hitting my arm saying, "let's go down and play the slot machine for a few minutes, they won't miss us." Finally I agreed and we took off for the slot machine. First I went to Wendy, and told her, "I am going back to the room and go to sleep." She said, "I'm going to stay for a few more minutes and then I will meet you in the room," Wendy had put her blouse back on. You could hear the other guys saying, "We need a lap dance and some strip tease dancing." As we left they were chanting, "Lap dance, lap dance, lap dance, lap dance." We got involved in the games and next thing you know it was almost nine thirty and some of the other guys joined us and said they were looking for us. We all went into the bar for coffee and beer. We sat in a big round booth as we all talked. Joe told me, "I'm up 8 hundred more," and I was up 1,500 more from the 5 that we started with. Mike and Peter were telling us about what went on in the room. They said, "The girls finally gave us lap dances, and was it ever hot. Mike shot a load in his shorts and finally just took them off. Then everyone got naked and fooled around." I heard Mike tell Joe as I was talking to Peter, "She gave me a hand job and then stuck a finger in my ass and I shot all over her tits." This set off bells in my head, as I was thinking about Wendy and how she blows me. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing straight up by now. Then I was talking to Mike and I heard Peter say to Joe, "She told me a doctor installed a pace maker vibrator in her pussy to satisfy her sex drive and she showed the scar as we made out." I think I started to shake when I heard this, and got up saying, "I have to go to the bathroom." I went straight up to our room and she was not there. I headed for the suite and went in. June was on the couch naked with a shirt on top of her. In one of the bedrooms was Beth and Joan curled up in the bed. In the other bedroom I could hear noise coming from it. I tried not to make any noise and I peeked into the room. Mac was lying down and Wendy was giving him a hand-job as he was playing with her cunt with his hand. Mary was lying over Mac as he sucked her tits. Mac said, "Come on Wendy, I've got to fuck that fine pussy of yours." Wendy swung around as she said, "You haven't even eaten my pussy yet." She then lowered her pussy on his face, and he started to eat her. Mary swung down and sat on Mac's cock as he pumped away on her. This went on for a little while and then I heard Mac say again, "Come on Wendy, just let me try that fine pussy once." Wendy said, "Just get me off, I'm so fucking hot and horny, eat my pussy, Mac." I wanted to get the firehouse in the hall and put it on all of them. My stomach was doing flip-flops inside me and my legs were like rubber. I looked at the dressers and there were pictures of the group there. There was a picture of Wendy and Mike dancing nude, and a picture of her, Mary, and Mac, just like what I was looking at. So I put them in my pocket, and left for my room. It was hard for me to walk; I was so pissed off. I felt like shit and as if a tractor-trailer had hit me. Lose of sleep didn't help either. I headed for our room or should I say my room. On the way there, I decided to leave without her and go back by myself. I left the picture of her and Mike dancing nude, and I left fifty one hundred dollars bills with the picture. I wrote her a short note; "I came here with a loving wife and leave here with a whore for a wife. I'm going back home. Happy Anniversary." I then headed for the airport. I could not get a flight to Atlanta till Thursday same as when we were leaving, so I grabbed a flight to Florida and knew I could get one out of there to Atlanta right away. I got into Atlanta at two am on Tuesday and headed for home for my bed and sleep. I slept till noon and got up and made some coffee and was thinking about what I'm going to do about Wendy. I knew that I needed to get away for awhile, so I called Jim at work and asked about the job in Japan. He told me, "You can do what you want, and can come home anytime you want." I asked him, "When could leave." And he said, "Today if you want to." I told him, "I'll call you back when I am packed and I find where I put my passport." When I woke up that morning there was a message on the answering machine from Wendy. She said, "Ben, pick up, I got to talk to you. Why the hell did you leave me like this, where did the money come from? Ben, I love you? Ben, call me here. I can't fly out till Thursday. Ben I love you, don't be mad at me, I love you and only you. Ben make sure you call me, I love you," she was crying all the time she talked. Wednesday night I was on an overseas flight to Japan. On the flight, I thought of all the good times we had and all the sex we had. We used to fantasize in bed about doing it with other people. I was big on that, and got off just fine. We would imagine that our whole group back at home with used to fuck. And we would jump around and fuck all of them. We had some wild times together but only in our fantasies, never with anyone else. When I got to Japan and settled down, I started to work right away and threw my self right into it to drive the Vegas trip out of my mind. Wendy found out on Friday that I went to work in Japan. She called me, and I told her, "I need some space to clear my head after the Vegas trip." She said, "I'm was sorry if anything I did offended you and I love you very much." She went on tell me, "I love only you and I want you back in the states. I never had sex with any of them, except I gave them a hand job and now I'm sorry for that." I told her, "I will write you, but I never intended to write you at all." She said, "I will write and call you, please email me." About three weeks later, I got a package from Joe with the pictures in it. They were all on a couple of CD' so I put them in and played them on my monitor. There were about 25 shorts of her, with some partially nude and completely nude. The shot of her and Mac was in the pictures and came out real good. The movies showed her giving the guys a lap dance nude. Mike was nude as she did his lap dance. There was a picture of her holding Mac's cock with the others in the scene. Another of her holding two cocks with both hands and her tongue out as she posed for the picture. In a movie, she was dancing in a train line with Mike's cock on her ass and she holding on to Peter's ass. There were no shots of her getting fucked at all, but a lot of all the others fucking. I was wondering if maybe she didn't fuck or blow anyone at all. I had a girl that was a stewardess for the airlines and I gave her the CD's and had her mail them to the house like they came from Joe. She was going to mail them from LA when she got back there. This way, Wendy would think they came from Joe and I told her if Joe sent me any pictures, to forward them to me in Japan via email so I could see them. I was wondering what she would do when she sees the pictures. And about two weeks later she sent the pictures to me via email. She sent all the pictures except the ones she was in. She said, "I have some with me in it and you can see them when you get home, so that I can explain them to you so you won't go off half cocked." I figured she would do something like this and that's what I wanted to see. I asked, "How many do you have with you in the picture?" She said, "I have a few," and she left it at that. I knew she had at least 50 of them that she didn't send, plus she didn't send the movies that they took. School started and she was working everyday now, but always asked when I would be home. She kept telling me she never did anything that bad except the hand job and running around nude with all of them there. I was staying at a secure military base and she knew she could not get on it. She pleaded with me to let her fly over and I could meet her in the city. I told her, "I am busy," and then she hung up on me. She had got the soccer job to coach the girl's high school team and that made her very happy and she said, "I wish you were here to enjoy it with me." As time flew by, it was December. We were talking on the net and she wanted to know why I was not coming home for Christmas. She said, "Why the fuck don't we just get a fucking divorce and settle it?" I had my lawyer give her papers on Christmas Eve and she was highly pissed off. When she called me, she called me all kinds of names and said, "I will never agree to one." You could tell by her emails and phone calls she was getting meaner with each day that went by. My lawyer called her for the photos in Vegas and then she said she would go through with it. It was final in May. I knew I would be coming home next May because our daughter was going to graduate from college. I dropped 15 pound over here, as I was running a lot of the time and raced in a lot of road races. I wanted to run in a marathon when I got back to the states and was building up to it. I gave up drinking and was back to my old ways of fucking 2 to 3 times a month. I was doing a few stewardesses that came here from the states. I enjoyed work for the first time in a long time. I was making good money, all tax-free and a very good bonus with it. From our home office, in the second year, I got a call in April that Jim had a heart attack and was retiring and they wanted me back in the states to take over for him with a big raise and bonuses of all kinds. Well, Cindy was graduating, and I planned to go home anyway next month. I would get back in the states on May first and she was graduating the last week in May. They had sent me an invitation to my Japanese address. So it would work out very good for me and was almost two years since I had seen the kids or Wendy. The kids have told me she was dating since last May when the papers were final. I haven't seen anyone steady, just getting some free sex out of it. Wendy was having a party on Sunday after Cindy's Saturday graduation. It was at our old house. It was running all day Sunday and to bring swim trucks with you. When I got home, I had to get all new clothes as over there I just wore work clothes. I bought a bunch of clothes and got me a brand new Corvette. A bright red one that looked like it was going a hundred just sitting there. I felt like a high school kid driving it. I would answer both the kids email and they didn't know I was back in the states. I told them I would meet them at her school on Saturday. That Friday night, I pulled up to the restaurant where I knew the family was eating dinner. My parents were dead, but she had both of her parents there. When I walked in, I spotted them and started walking to their table. When I got there I asked, "May I eat with you guys or do you want me to eat in the kitchen." Cindy and Roy jumped up to give me a huge hugs and kisses. The waiter pulled up a chair and I sat between the kids. Her father, Al said, "You look like shit with all the weight you lost." They all tried to hush him, but we laughed, as he never pulled his punches. The kids thought I looked good, and so did Wendy. Cindy said, "even if someone does look like shit, you don't tell him." Dad said, "I don't care he still looks like shit, I didn't even recognize him." I told Al, "I planned to run in a marathon, and hope to post a good time in the fifty class." He was amazed, then he said, "Why the hell would some one run 26 miles and almost die from running, with no one chasing them." We all laughed at him and they all said, "We are proud of you, and wish you luck." After we all ate, we got a big booth in the bar and talked up a storm. Al and Ann were friendly to me and I was surprised that Al never asked what happen between us. The kid got me up to speed with them, but I knew most of it from email. The kids told me Wendy was doing high school soccer and her team was rated second in the state and expected to go far in the state championships. Then Wendy had to leave to take her parents back to the hotel and excused herself. When Wendy, left the kids talked about mom and brought me up to speed. She was now dating the high school football coach. She had dated him on and off but lately they have kind of going steady. He also teaches history and the kids had him in school. I knew who he was and I liked him. He was three years younger than she was. Wendy didn't want to bring him here as she thought I would feel uncomfortable with him here. We finished up and I drove them back to the hotel with Cindy sitting on his lap. Vegas The ceremonies went good, and then we all headed for Wendy's house to set up for the party the next day. Wendy asked me to help. Going back home on the highway I flew by them in the corvette and waved and beeped at them. I felt like a kid again. Damn, its good to be alive I thought as I stepped on the gas. Twenty miles down the road a state trooper pulled me over for speeding. This time they flew by me and I knew Wendy was laughing at me and Al had to be busting a gut over it. I passed them again but at a slower pace this time. We got to the house and I met Greg the coach. Later I was by my car and he was leaving and I talked to him. He said, "Wendy didn't want me to stay as you might be uncomfortable with me around." The kids took me through the house and showed me the changes she made to it. There was a nice bar and game room in the cellar, something I always said I was going to do but never did. In the back was a room, but nothing in it and I would have made a workshop and tool room out of it. There was an 8-foot bar in the game room with lots of drinks behind it. The basement looks great. Up stairs, my old den was replaced and now was a sitting and sewing room. The kids laughed at me as you could see my face change. All the colors were in a pink shade. They were laughing out loud as I said, "What the hell happened here? Didn't I tell you she was a bitch?" As I turned, Wendy was in the doorway and said, "That's what you get from the bitch when you don't fight for your property," laughing as she left the room. Kitchen and other rooms were brought up to date and everything looked good. Outside, they showed me the pool and turned the lights on in the pool. She sure had made some nice changes and for the better too. It was now nine at night and all the people left, so I told Wendy that I was going to leave. She and the kids begged me to stay and go for a swim. It was such a nice night I stayed there. My son had his girlfriend and Cindy had her boyfriend, so we all played in the pool tossing a football around. We were all grabbing each other and tops would come off the girls as we fooled around. Cindy said, "I would swim naked in a New York minute if my parents were not here." Everyone laughed at that and Greg, Wendy and myself went to the game room so the kids could play. We sat at the bar, and Wendy and Greg talked about how she would do in the state championship. Wendy said, "We have games Tuesday and Thursday. Why don't you come and watch the girls and tell me if they are any good?" I told her, "I will swing by and watch them," then I left for the night. The next day, I got there in time for breakfast, and Wendy made it for me. After breakfast, I helped cleaned up from the night before and started to ice the beer down around noontime. Greg showed up and started to help us get everything set up for the guests. They started to arrive and we set out some food for them. Everyone was surprised to see me, and I was the center of attention for some time. Kate, who lived next door, had a mad look on her face and I knew she wasn't happy to see me. I talked to Bill her husband, and he said, "She didn't think you did the right thing and is unhappy with you. I miss dancing and feeling up Wendy at the parties. She won't let the guys do that anymore or fool around like we used to." I talked with Greg some more. I found out that I didn't like him and could not put up with him, so I moved on. He was the type of guy who always corrected you if you said something wrong. It was driving me crazy. I finally ran into Kate and said hi but she wasn't friendly at all. She told me, "If Wendy marries that asshole and lives next door to me I will shoot you. I can't stand him." "I'm sorry, I know what you mean, he gets under my skin too." Wendy came up and said, "I'm glad you two are talking to each other." I said, "Yes, we agree on different things and are getting alone just fine now." Wendy said, "I'm glad, because you guys are my two favorite people that I love," then she walked away from us. The party was still going late at night and it was just the group we used to hang with and a few more. We were all out by the pool fooling around and chasing the women. I grabbed for Kate and pulled her top down and said, "I was sorry. It was a accident." "Sorry my ass, you been trying to see them for over twenty years," as she grab me around my neck and rubbed her body all over me and I got a hard on right away. She yelled to Wendy, "your ex has a hard on and is attacking me." Wendy yelled back, "Well, get it out so we all can enjoy it." "No I'm going to start my very own private collection," as she tripped me and we went under the water. Kate got out of the water and a couple other women came over to attack me. They were trying to pull the trunks off me and I tried to get their suits off too. Mary, who is sixty, got out of the pool naked, and yelled, "Who the hell has my suit," and we all laughed as Bill threw it to her. Jean got my suit off me and got out of the pool with it and hung it high on a light post. I was begging for some one to throw it to me but no one would do it. I asked, "Wendy please get the trunks for me." "What will I get if I get it for you?" "Anything, please with sugar on it." "Can I put them on you," she said. "Sure just get them" She got them and jumped in to the pool and went to the shallow end. I followed her like a puppy dog as she held my cock and put them on me. Then I got out and dried off and headed inside for the bar. Most everyone was in there now, so I changed and put my street clothes on. People were dancing, and Wendy asked me to dance saying, "We will have to dance at the kids wedding, so we might just as well get some practices now." We didn't dance close, and we talked about the party and the people that were here now. She said, "It looks like our dirty old gang is still here raring to go." "Yes the same old horny group," and then the song ended. The guys kept turning lights down and even fifty-year-old guys get horny. After two hours of dancing and partying, Bill came up to me and said, "Old Wendy is getting back to normal, thank god. She pushed her body against me as we danced." A couple of other guys told me the same thing. They said, "How Wendy goes, that's how the party goes," and laughed like hell. Wendy came up to me and moved her head like you want a dance. We walked to the center and started to dance. She said, "I forgot all the fun we used to have at the parties, and you always told me to keep my panties on, I hope I can behave," then she laughed. She moved real close to me and our bodies touched, then I looked around the room and everyone was watching us. I stopped dancing and we went to the bar. I told her, "I didn't want to be the center of attention." Greg came over and they danced and everyone else started to dance. I could see as people danced, the guys were getting horny. The party ended at 3 am and I left for my room. Wendy asked me to come to the game again on Tuesday. I told her I would be there. So that Tuesday I left work for the game and I saw Greg on the sideline cheering her on. I sat in the stands and her team looked real good and beat them by 5 goals. After the game was over, I walked down to tell her they looked good and I didn't see why they shouldn't go all the way. Greg asked her if she wanted to go to dinner and she told him she had things to do. She asked me when Greg wasn't around, "Will you follow me home? I have stored your things for two years and didn't throw anything away. You can go through it and see what you want." "Ok, I will meet you there." When I got there, she said, "We will eat first and then I will show you the boxes. So many times I want to drag the stuff out and burn it and piss on the fire, I was so mad at you. There is some of your parents pictures, but I wouldn't burn or pee on them," she laughed. "You don't know how mad I was at you." "You got the pictures from Joe in the boxes?" "Fuck you asshole, I hope you go blind looking at the fucking pictures." She went to the stove and didn't face me, I think she was crying. Finally she turned and put the food on the table. We ate without talking much until I talked about the girls team and how good they looked and how well coached they were. She was proud of them and wanted to go all the way with them. We did dishes together and got along just fine. After I looked at some of the boxes, we went into the house and made popcorn and watched a movie. She changed and put on a long soccer shirt and we curled up on the couch talking and watching the movie. I asked, "Can I leave the boxes for awhile? It would give me an excuse to come back to see you." She leaned over and kissed me and said, "Sure, leave them as long as you want to, but you don't need an excuse to come see me, you can come anytime." I left after the movie, taking the box with my parent's pictures in it. I left the box with the pictures Joe sent me from Vegas. I saw her again on Thursday at her game, with Gregg on the sidelines. Just before the second half started, she came up to see me and whispered into my ear, "Asshole," then she smiled and walked away. They won the game by two goals and I went down and told them what a fine job they did. I didn't get to say to much as Greg was right there and was taking her out for dinner. I got a phone at eleven that night from Wendy. She said, "Hi asshole," and laughed at me. I laughed too, and then said, "What's all this all about?" Thanks to you, Greg proposed to me. I don't need all this when I'm getting the girls ready for the playoffs. I want to concentrate on the girls winning the state championship. He is afraid, with you back in the picture and hanging around, that he will lose me." "Shit, I'm sorry, I knew that getting the corvette was going to attract girls but I didn't think it would be so many. The salesman told me I would have to fight them off to get into the corvette." We both laughed at this and talked about a lot of things in general, till one in the morning. She invited me over to swim for the weekend and as it was hot outside I told her I would be there. She told me, "There is a weekend party at Sue's house, and Greg will be out of town. Would you like to go? The old gang misses you." I told her, "Yes, I'll go and I'll see you Saturday." I went over early Saturday morning and she cooked me breakfast and we read the paper on the couch just like old times. The kids showed up at eleven with their dates to cook out and swim. We all fooled around in the pool, throwing the football and playing tag. I got out of the pool with Wendy and we started the grill so we all could eat. After we ate, the kids took off and we lay on the couch to rest up for the party tonight, just like an old married couple would do. As we lay there we both fell asleep in each other's arms. We woke up at seven to the phone ringing, and it was Greg. I headed to my car to get my clothes that I was going to wear tonight and then took a shower and changed. When I came out, she was just getting off the phone with Greg and went in and took her shower. I make us sandwiches so we had a little something in our stomachs till food was severed at the party. We ate and walked the half block to the party and got there at eight. Wendy had on a nice short sundress that showed most of her body in a nice way. She still looked good for being in her fifties. At the party, we all had a fine time and it was just like the old days when we all partied hard. She paid a lot of attention to me, but she also moved around a lot to talk to all the guys. A few guys came up to me saying how great she looked tonight and how much fun she was having. That she hasn't been this much fun in two years. Sue and Mary cornered me and said, "You better not let Greg get hold of her, she is to nice of a girl to be married to him." I danced some more with Wendy and it was pretty hot. We both were shoving our bodies up against each other and trying to dry hump the other. At the end of the night, I walked Wendy back to her house. I picked up another box out of the garage. Wendy asked me, "Can I be with you when you looked at Joe's pictures? I want to explain about the pictures rather than you think the worst of them." "Sure, we can do that. I'll let you know when I pick up the box. I'll do it after your team finishes the tournament, if that is ok?" She came over and gave me a big kiss and hug that lasted for a long time and then she left, saying, "I love you and always will." I went to all the soccer games and her team waltzed through the competition, winning by three goals to five. They finished first in the state rankings and that was her goal for the girls. Wendy was having a big party for the girls at the house and wanted me to help control the party. Of course, Greg was there and he helped out doing things too. The party was from noon to nine and they kept us running all day. I was beat by the time they all left. We finished picking up at ten that night. Our kids were there to help but they left at ten when we finished. There was just the three of us left. We all sat in the den and Wendy got us drinks. I sat in a recliner and they sat on the couch. My back bothered me, so I lay on the floor talking to them, as they laughed at me. We had another beer, and I guess I was starting to fall asleep. Wendy threw me down a pillow for my head. She told me, "You can sleep on the couch. I'll make it up for you." I said, "No thanks," but quickly dozed off again. Next time I looked, the couch was made up and Greg was gone. "What happened to Greg?" "He is pissed that I asked you to stay over and I threw him out to piss him off some more. You know where I keep everything, so I'm not waiting on you hand and foot." "Well, while you're up why don't you get us a couple more beers to drink?" She brought two more beers and put another pillow on the floor and lay down along side of me. We started to talk and talked about all the things we had done while we were married. A few more beers and we both were sleepy and she got the blanket from the couch and we slept on the floor with our arms around each other. We did a few passionate kisses and went to sleep. Around one we both woke up to go to the bathroom. As I came out of the bathroom, she took my hand and we went into her bedroom and sacked out on top of the bed together. We both tossed and turned on the bed; neither of us could sleep. I said, "You know if we had sex I could roll right over and go to sleep." "Great, and what do I do, watch you sleep the rest of the night? Damn you, you would have to take good care of me first before you cum." "Shit, I could do that. You know, I drive a corvette, don't you?" as we both laughed. "What if we felt guilty? Could we put it all back?" she said. "The cum comes flying out, but I don't know how it goes back in. What if you swallow the evidence? What do we do then." "No swallowing, I'm tired of taking care of you all the time, when you don't worry about if I'm satisfied or not. Oh no, no more swallowing until I get taken care of a lot better, a whole lot better." She said, "I guess we could try to put the cum back in that tiny little cock you have after you shoot. You shirk and I get horny, this doesn't seem fair at all. Only way I'll do it is that no sleep till I'm completely satisfied and damn, I think I could keep you here for months." "Shit, you are on your summer break so that gives us ten weeks," as I took her in my arms and we kissed. She melted right into my arms and I slowly took her clothes off, and then I started sliding my clothes off myself until we were both naked on the bed. I decided I would work her over very slowly and not rush anything. I played with her tits and pulled on her nipples until they were very hard in my hand. I then took them in my mouth and sucked on them every way I could think of. I would take the nipples in my teeth and pull on them until they would pop out of my mouth. I would bite on them softly and nibble on them. She was pulling my head into her breast and pushed my head till my nose was buried in her breast. I licked all over the tits and ran my tongue in between them. Slowly I moved down her, licking all the way. She kept pulling me up saying that it was her turn. I was on a mission, and I was not about to be stopped by anyone. When I got down to her clit, I continued to lick her. After awhile, I started to suck on it and pull on it with my teeth. Wendy was going to town, pumping my face with her pussy. I was afraid she would knock some of my teeth out of my head. I then slide a few fingers in her pussy as I licked and sucked away on her entrance. She would continue to pump my face and then she like passed out for a few minutes. Then she came back to full strength and pumped some more on my face. She finally shook away from me as she broke loose from my face, saying, "I have to rest or I'll die right here." She lay there a good five minutes or more till she moved and then she climbed over to my stomach and reached for my hard cock with her hand. Wendy played with it and played with the balls as she moved her hands all over it before she slid it into her mouth. Her tongue worked on my open slit as she tried to force her tongue inside of my cock. From there, she started to lick the whole shaft and the balls. Finally she took the shaft into her mouth and went up and down it like she was out to set a record. She started to hear me moan. She held on to my cock as she looked at me and laughed at me. Next she reached up and pulled a pillow out and put the pillow under my ass. With one hand she played with my balls and the other hand she rubbed my legs with the cock in her mouth she went up and down on my shaft. She let it slide out of her mouth, as she said, "I'm going to swallow the evidence because you did such a good job on me, but the next two loads you shoot we can put back in if we don't do a good job on each other." Next my cock was back in her mouth and she picked up the pace for a while then slowed down for a while. Wendy kept this pace for what seemed like hours to me and I was peaked to blow my load. I then felt a finger on my anus and knew it wouldn't be long. Her finger slipped in and her mouth picked up the pace for the final act. I shot off and it felt like it would shoot all night but finally stopped. I looked as she swallowed it all down. She then looked at me as she took it out of her mouth, and said, "I love you." I pulled her up saying, "I love you." We fell asleep for a few minutes and then got up to get us a drink. We lay back in bed, drinking and talking. She had my cock in her hand and my hand was in her pussy. Wendy wanted to tell me what happen in Vegas and then she spilled her guts to me. She said, "I'm sorry, but I did have a good time with them and I wished you were there to enjoy it. No one fucked me or did I give anyone oral sex. I wanted to, but you weren't there so I didn't. I was so fucking hot and having a great time running around nude with the kids. I gave a few of the guys a hand job and few had their hands in my pussy and then I let Mac give me oral sex as I sat on his face. Got I was in heaven and I know you will never forgive me, but damn, I must have been crazy. It was like those fantasies that we talk about and it came true. But I lost the most important thing, you, darling." Then she started to cry big time. I hugged her and held her till she stopped. I told her, "I'm sorry about the whole thing, and I forgive you, as I guess it was the wrong time of month for me or I would have joined you. I play the fantasies up big time in the bedroom and get my rocks off. I lead you into something, and then I back out it, I guess it was both our faults. We are a team and if one makes a mistake, we both do. I'm sorry for everything I did too." Vegas We then went into a passionate kiss and necking. I started licking and sucking her tits all over again. After her tits, I started in on her pussy. I worked on her for a total of about twenty minutes with her pumping my head to beat hell. Wendy was yelling at me to put it in, and my cock slide right in with no restraints at all. She was on the bottom and I just kept throwing her the meat. After ten minutes, I turned her over and licked her pussy from behind as she had her ass way up in the air. As I was sucking her pussy, my nose was in her ass. I picked up my head and started to kiss and lick her ass. After a while, I slide a finger into her ass. While she pumped my finger she was moaning an awful lot. Then I got on my feet and slipped a hand on her pussy rubbing it. Next I put my cock on her ass and slowly pushed in till the head disappeared in her ass. I waited till she started to pump and I pushed a few more inches in to her. It wasn't long and I had the whole thing in her ass, and we pumped away on each other. She started to scream saying, "Fuck my ass." This was the first time I ever took her ass. Before, it was only my finger and tongue. Wendy moved her hands back and grabbed my balls and squeezed saying, "Fuck my ass good, please." After ten minutes, I shot my load into her and then we collapsed on the bed together. We woke up to noise in the house at nine in the morning. It was the kids and they had a surprised look on their face as we walked out of the bedroom. Wow, if the chaperons act like this, I can just picture how wild the party was last night. I just hope no one got pregnant from the whole deal. She is just another girl trying to get a ride in my corvette as we all laughed. Wasn't Greg over here last night? What happened, Mom, talk to me, will you two get back together again? Wendy walked by me and I grabbed her and pulled her to me saying, If the state champion women soccer coach will have me, we will get married again. Yes I will marry you but the sewing room is going to stay as it is. If you want a workshop and den, it will have to be in the basement, and then we each kissed each other. The kids came over and hugged us along with their friends. They all congratulated us and said, "We all hope it last at least twenty-five years," and we all laughed. The phone rang and Cindy answered it and said, "She is busy making wedding arrangements to get married again," and hung up. She looked at us and said, "It was Greg," and we all laughed. We spent the rest of the day hugging each other and having fun as a family does. The end Vegas "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." That's what all the ads say, but Fran was wondering, "What happens in Vegas?" On their second night, Fran and her roommate, Kelly had been hit on at one of the many lounges along the Strip. Well, actually, Kelly had been hit on, Fran got minimal attention from the guy's wingman, just long enough for him to score, then Kelly was gone and Fran was on her own. "I didn't come to Vegas to be by myself," Fran thought. "I could have stayed in San Jose for that!" She and Kelly were not that close, really just workmates who both happened to be single. But, whereas Kelly was 35 and passed for younger, Fran looked every one of her 45 years. Divorced, with a grown daughter, Fran had let herself be talked into this trip, based on the expectation that Kelly wouldn't abandon her at every turn. "Well, I might as well make the most of it," she thought. Being on a limited budget, she couldn't afford the superstar shows on the Strip, but plenty of the casinos had top-notch entertainment for free at their lounges. Decked in her tight red cocktail dress, and three inch heels, she proceeded to hit the lounges, smiling at bartenders, who would comp her, knowing she wasn't a hooker, and hoping she may attract some big tippers to buy other drinks for her. There are no clocks in Vegas, time is of no importance, so Fran was feeling tipsy when she arrived at her third club, sliding up to the bar, giving the barkeep her best smile, ordering another Cosmo. He winked, said "That's on the gentleman in the corner, Honey." Fran squinted. No glasses tonight for this girl! At the end stood four young men, all in their twenties, and the one who was clearly the ring leader, held up his beer as a toast. "Oh, what the hell", she thought, waving and mouthing "thank you." She turned back to the Dueling Pianos on the small stage. After a moment, she realized she wasn't alone. The four guys were there, all smiling, and the leader said, "Hi, I'm Mike, this is..." Fran didn't even try to remember, not expecting the chat to last long. They were a bachelor party, with Mike as the best man, the little one being the groom and the blond and the Latino guy were ushers. Fran knew they were trawling for meat, but, unless they thought she was a hooker, why were they bothering her? "Look, fellas, I'm waiting for my date..." "Oh? The same date you were waiting for in the last bar?" Mike asked. Fran smiled. "Okay, I'm not. Whatever, I'm not for hire, okay? That's not my speed." They all started apologizing at once. "Oh, no, that's not what we thought, Fran, really!" Mike said, as they all agreed. "We didn't mean any disrespect! All we wanted was a picture with you?" "Me?" Fran saw an image of herself in her mind. Five-foot-six, 150, very busty, with shoulder-length red hair and green eyes, pretty enough but no beauty. Probably not too bad in her new dress and heels. But, no way they are confusing me for a movie star, that was for sure. "Why me?" "Ms. Barbara Akers. Our eighth grade teacher," Mike announced, proudly, and they all nodded their heads in unison. Mike bought another round for all of them and explained. "Miss Akers was our first combined crush, Tony (the groom) most of all. you look so much like her! I wish we could show you her picture from back then. Anyway, Tony spotted you first and we just had to talk to you. Of course, she'd be a lot older than you. You look like we remember her when she was 39 or 40. Oh, didn't mean you look forty!" Fran smiled. "Forty, I'll take." These kids were great for her ego! "Anyway, before we could talk to you, you left and we followed you here. Hope you don't mind..." "Well, never let it be said that the Groom didn't get what he wanted at his bachelor party. Sure, does anybody have a camera?" All four had their cell phones out and ready, and Fran laughed. She posed with Tony hugging her and Mike, naturally, then different combinations. After another drink, the bartender took all five of them together. And Fran was surprised to think how much she was enjoying these four 24-year-olds. Tony was pretty wasted and his hands were roaming a little too much, but it was all in fun, right? "Well, boys, I'm sure you want to take Tony here off to someplace more conducive to a bachelor party, not with your fifth grade teacher." "Eighth grade!" Tony protested, as he grabbed Mike's arm and whispered to him in a drunken grin. "Eighth grade, then. What? What did he say?" Fran asked. Mike snickered. "He wants you..." They all laughed, in that school yard way. "No, no, I mean he wants you to come up to our suite. For drinks. His treat! Food, too!" "I don't think so," Fran barely got out before they all started in. "Yeah, sure! Why not! Get something to eat. Come back out later!" "Mike, always the voice of the group, said "Why don't you? Tony's Dad is rich! He's comping this whole party! We order steak, lobsters, stuff we never even tried! Really, come up for a while. Then we go out again, and find Tony some fun, okay?" Fran knew she shouldn't but since they were from Phoenix, she'd never see them again, and, after all, this was Vegas! "Alright, just for a bite." She was famished. There were four bedrooms off the main area, and the place was half-trashed already, with beer cans and champagne bottles scattered. The boys ordered food and booze and a pitcher of Cosmos for Fran. The view was spectacular, and Tony was beside her again, his arm around her waist, whispering to her, how he loved her since eighth grade as the others hooted at some basketball game on the flat-screen. Fran saw Mike eyeing her, smiling. He's cute, she thought. About the same age as her son, who was pretty cute, too. Tony wandered away, and Mike came over. "Having fun, yet?" "Yes," she smiled. "So, are you always the leader of the group?" He grinned. "Sometimes somebody has to take charge." "And you're the man to do it?" Mike seemed to take that as a challenge. He stepped closer to her, took her arm and pulled her closer. She hesitated, but obeyed. "Somebody has to take the initiative. Why not me?" Their bodies met and she stared into his eyes. "Why not you?" she breathed through open mouth. His lips were on hers and his tongue flicked boldly. She felt light-headed from the many Cosmos, and when she looked around, the others were watching, intently. Fran felt so wicked, like she was teaching these boys, using Mike as a volunteer in class. Their eyes were never this focused on the original teacher, Fran thought. She reached behind Mike's neck and drew him to her again. This kiss got the boys to forget about sports. Their eyes strained and Mike, for one, was hardening quickly. Fran could feel him against her and moving her hips, she was confident that Mike was well-equipt. For his part, Mike had reached around and cupped her ass, holding it tightly against him as he moved in a slow dance, knowing the others were watching, wondering what Fran would allow. His one hand moved up to the zipper and flicked it up. Fran didn't protest, so he slowly slid it down, feeling the warmth of her flesh as the seam separated, and his hand was inside, brushing over the bra clasp. His eyes opened to see the guys kneeling, a couple with their hands on their own situations. Fran had never done any exhibitionism. She had read about how exciting it could be, but never thought she would have the nerve. The correct combination of age, alcohol, and situation, made her feel almost natural being watched, and she felt the excitement they spoke of. Emboldened, Mike slid the dress off her shoulders, peeling it down, exposing her black lace bra. He broke their kiss to catch a glimpse and she held her chest back, proudly, those 40DD flowing over the lacey front. The gasps, and "oh yeahs" from the guys made her glad she'd spent time dressing tonight, not just throwing clothes on. The dress hung on her hips as Mike bent his head and began kissing the flesh as his fingers unhooked the bra. As if in slow motion, the bra fell away, and she turned slightly, wanting the boys to enjoy, too, as Mike chased her nipple, catching it and sucking. Fran looked out at her new students, each eager for a private lesson. Tony clearly had his cock out, behind the couch, stroking it while he watched. Fran became wet, knowing he was so excited. She tore at Mike's shirt, which he promptly tossed aside, now sliding the dress to the floor, her black panties going with it, and Mike dug his hand in between her legs, finding her to be drenched in juices. Fran's eyes met Tony's and she nodded and as if in a trance, Tony stood, and his hard cock dangled as he moved towards them. "No" she said, and he stopped. "The chair." Tony backed against the chair, and Fran bent at the waist, aiming for his cock head, devouring it. Mike took the initiative again and knelt, spreading Fran's cheeks as she bent, sliding his hard tongue up her full length as she growled in approval. Tony's eyes rolled back as Fran slathered his cock with her saliva, making her head bob while her tongue swirled. Mike had her so worked up. She intended to have Mike first, but Tony was ready and he was the groom. Fran pulled away from Mike and turned, offering herself to Tony, grabbing his shaft and guiding him into her. Oh, it felt so good! The blonde and Latin guys were naked, too and stood close by, while Tony slammed into her. She reached for Mike and he dropped his pants. They began kissing again as Fran stroked him. She had never been with two men at the same time, and her mind raced on the possibilities, but before she could move, Tony grunted, thrust and came, spasming into her, his juices, filling her and draining onto his lap. She turned again, facing Tony and taking him into her mouth again, the mix of their cum spreading across her face. Mike saw the opening and rammed into her while she cleaned Tony. He slid away and grabbed his beer, ready to enjoy the show, as both Blondie and Latin moved closer. Latin wasn't circumsized. Fran always thought that to be dirty, so decided to jerk Latin while she sucked the blonde. Her knees buckled and she was on the carpet, Mike right behind her, pounding away. He was bigger than Tony, and Fran had used much of her juices, ao Mike felt rougher, harder, and she felt about to orgasm. The two others laid on their backs as she jerked, not wanting to spoil her own orgasm, and she paused, screaming, "Gonna Come!" and Mike sped up, until she finally froze, feeling him come, too. He shot over her ass, on her back, and he rubbed it into her flesh, moaning, "Yeah, Bitch, that's it, take all of it!" She lost all control and found herself on her back, blondie fucking her mouth while Latin, with the biggest cock of all, spread her. She looked up to see Mike and Tony toasting, laughing, and she knew these two would be done soon. She jerked the blonde, hoping to hurry him, and he didn't disappoint, pulling away as he shot, more white jism spreading across her face, with him smearing it more with his cock and, Latin, seeing this, also pulled out and straddled her chest, shooting his load on her also. So much cum! She wiped her eyes, her makeup must be a mess! My God, what did I do? Oh, the bathroom! Have to go, so bad! So full! Fran halfcrawled, half-stumbled to the bathroom, as she sat to release the fluids. They gushed from her, amid her own cum and urine. A tap on the door, and a voice, "Your bag." Someone handed her pocketbook. In the mirror, she didn't recognize herself, so covered in milky-white cream. She grabbed a wash-cloth, then another, wasting a bath towel to get her face finally clean, then carefully she applied fresh makeup, just enough not to look scary, if the boys were even still there. Wrapped in a white robe that was on the door, she stepped out. The room was quiet, except for the TV. Her clothes were where she left them, and she began to dress. Although annoyed with herself for letting this happen, it was more excitement than she had in 20 years. If she could just get out of here before they came back... She slid out the door, made her way to the elevator, hoping it was true, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."