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Cheeseburgers, Vegas Style

By: onwardbob



Here's hoping you enjoy my story! In any case, your comments, suggestions, and of course your votes will be appreciated! Good luck to all the Summer contest entrants! 

One:

They say-whoever in Hell they are-if you can't say something positive, then shut the fuck up! OK, but I'm betting they've never been mired in the nightmare traffic that crawls along the fabulous Las Vegas Strip. Still-and I'm only grudgingly admitting it-but it's preferable to being trapped in the horrors of the Los Angeles Freeway system. Angelinos take note, in Vegas, just mentioning the word system is good for a derisive snicker, and sometimes even an outright guffaw!

Yesterday, our Hotel's airport shuttle had taken its turn, slogging its way through the snarl of L A's traffic. Fuming, when I wasn't busy praying we'd make our flight, I'd failed to come up with an appropriately derisive snicker. Guffawing had been totally out of the question! Tonight however, no worries! Our Las Vegas cabby had come right out and promised we'd get to our destination on time. Sure, he had!

Now, I'm not calling it coercion, but Leslie had leaned forward over the cab's front seat. After all, Leslie wouldn't deliberately snuggle her breasts, bare under clingy silk against our cabby's shoulder. Then again, sure she would! Whatever, huskily purring, "See that we do," in his ear, she slid a pair of twenties in to his shirt pocket.

While my beautiful, and extraordinarily sexy young wife secured our timely arrival, I leaned back, gazing appreciatively at the tautly stretched strip of jade silk nestled between her suddenly exposed ass's delectably curvy cheeks. That sight, and the allure of what lay hidden under that silky strip of fabric did more then loose a flicker of regret. With a stiffening cock making its presence known, I was almost sorry I'd insisted on Leslie's wearing panties. Reminding myself that those panties, and the wrap-around silk skirt that left them so enticingly exposed were a necessary part of my plan wasn't much comfort. No, and when the incorrigible tease flirting with our mustachioed cabby gave her hips a saucy waggle, all I could do was remember the plan, and sigh. Still, I had to wonder, were those hips rotating innocently, or was it an artfully delivered reminder? Because, Leslie's way, and there wouldn't have been green silk showing between the sleekly muscled tan of her thighs. It was Leslie, so I figured tease-and not a subtle one either! Why else would I have reached out, and given that nearly bare ass a sharp, but playful swat? Why, well because I like doing it; plus, it turns Leslie on! Besides, it was a delightful way to remind her that I was still calling the plays.

Half way through our vacation and so far, we'd been having a total ball! That's despite five long, sun-drenched days full of the usual touristy rigmarole. We did Hollywood, we did Disneyland, and we did beaches-beaches intoxicatingly decorated with bikini-clad beauties. We shopped; well Leslie shopped, and I let myself be dragged along. Then there were cool evenings, open-air dining, rowdy nightclubs, and hot sex, lots of hot and nasty sex!

One-never to be forgotten-evening got off to a rip-roaring start at Universal Studio's Amphitheater. Under the stars, we partied our way through the raucous, cannabis infused excitement of a Jimmy Buffett concert. Then later, Kicking things off in our hotel's bar, Leslie orchestrated a spontaneous little production number of her own. Sorry Jimmy, but Leslie's brazenly erotic performance earned an 'unforgettable' rating! A one-woman act, sure, but it most definitely wasn't a solo performance. Nope, there are a trio of USC frat boys who aren't ever going to forget their scintillating encounter with my shamelessly uninhibited wife.

That was then! Now, and before Leslie and I move on to sample the bawdy delights of that city on the bay, it's...yippee, three nights in the city that never sleeps. I happen to love Las Vegas; even though, some anal-retentive types have the audacity to refer to it as the sin capital of the world. I say, one can always hope! Yup, and I had good reason for hope too! Because, in L A, after countering my dare with an audacious move of her own, Leslie graciously submitted-OK, reluctantly agreed-that in Vegas I got to call the play. Silly me, I even believed it!

With my flirtatious wife whispering-who knew what-in to our cabby's ear, our cab continued it's slow crawl up the Strip. Fascinated, I watched rainbow hews of neon dance on Leslie's bared ass, listening as her throaty purr Coaxed, "would it be Ok, if I sparked up a little intoxicant?" It was Las Vegas after all, so maybe Leslie was only insuring her bet-so to speak! Because, she had the tip of her flicking tongue teasing his ear, and her right hand had slid out of sight-no doubt adding its own flirtatious encouragement. So, it wasn't a surprise when that cabby's questioning eyes found mine in the rear-view mirror. Playing my part, I gave the lucky guy a conspiratorial wink, while Leslie giggled coquettishly, and murmured, "Please...please, say yes!" I'm not sure, if the poor guy simply shrugged his shoulder, or if he was using it to cop-a-feel. Either way, Leslie had a pair of noticeably erect nipples poking hard against that shoulder, while she cooed hot breath in to his ear. Then, taking that shrug for a yes, she kissed his cheek, and told him, "Thank-you darling!"

Sliding on to my lap, Leslie reached for her handbag. After handing me a slim silver lighter, she extracted a joint from a matching, and equally slim cigarette case. I lit it for her. Then remembering those hard jutting nipples, I reached up under soft silk, and corralled a pair of firm, perkily upturned breasts. By Las Vegas standards anyway, there not big, but they perfectly fit her svelte bodies fluid curves. Then, there's a hint of Eurasian in Leslie's exotic eyes, but it's likely to be her slyly seductive smile that grabs your attention. That is, once you've managed to tear your eyes away from what is definitely a truly world-class ass. Styled to fit her personality, and a shimmering glossy black, her hair brings to mind a sprightly and delightfully oversexed imp. An erotic temptation, packed in to a curvaceous five foot six inches, Leslie isn't just a spectacular bit of eye-candy, she's an unforgettable eye magnet. Still, it's the confident; devil may care love of life flashing in her bright-eyed smile that truly animates her. Well OK, take that, and then add in intelligence, creativity, a matching sense of humor, plus a big dose of the unashamedly hedonistic...and you have Leslie. Well actually, I have Leslie; but then, I'm willing to share-and I can prove it!

Long sleekly muscled legs demurely crossed, Leslie took several lung-swelling hits. Pursed lips, painted the same shade of glittery copper as her nails, held in her last hit. Those lips managed a smirk, as I twisted the tautly swollen nipples pinched between my fingers. Languidly, Leslie blew-out a thin stream of smoke. Her back arched a silent plea for more. The laughing tart pushed the joint between my lips. Then, While I sucked down a fragrant lungful of the heady smoke, she lifted her top, exposing my handiwork. After making sure our cabby was paying attention, the hussy brazenly declared, "Just look Jose...he's a beast I say!" Maybe it was his big grin, or maybe the slow shake of his head, whatever, I don't think he agreed.

Her artfully arched eyebrow asked, more! A shake of my head answered, no! The remains of the joint went in to the case, and then case and lighter disappeared in to her handbag. That was after the snickering imp slapped my hands away. Then, with her top still hiked-up, she tested our cabby's ability to multitask. It turned out-no surprise-that he could drive, and ogle bare tits at the same time. Because, leaning forward over the front seat, my giggling wife made real sure Jose got a nice close-up look too. When he didn't drive us in to oncoming traffic, she planted another lip-smacking kiss on his cheek. Unfortunately, when she sat down, her top was back in place. Worse, she chose leather upholstery over my lap, crossed her arms, and leaned back against the door.

Blasting me with an accusatory glower, a pouty lip in place, Leslie complained, I'm bored!" now, where Leslie's concerned, that's one dangerous state of affairs! Seeing as how for the evening, she was mine to command-or so I thought-I figured I could come up with a cure for her boredom. Only, she followed that boredom crack, with a snappish, "And, I want to know just what's on your evil mind!"

Boredom I could handle, that other was going to be a little trickier. Back in our Mandalay Bay suite, remembering the delightfully wicked way she'd turned the tables on me in L A, I reminded her she'd agreed to let me play cock of the walk in Las Vegas. Predictably, my chortling wife thought it was pretty funny, when I told her, "Tonight, I'm boss bastard...and you're my Genie, my every wish your command!"

Displaying a set of big brass balls, she readily agreed, snorting a derisive, "Sure darling...but if it's going to be anything goes...then buster, you better make it good!"

It was, and I already had an idea in mind for round one of our night's bawdy adventure. Honestly, when I told Leslie I'd be picking out her evening's attire, she'd certainly seemed amused. She was still laughing, clapping ands spinning in circles, when I held up a two-piece silk number. Hey, I thought the jade green cami top and matching short wrap-around skirt brought out the flecks of green in her hazel eyes. Somewhere in L A, in some trendy-and that means expensive-boutique, she'd modeled that skirt for me. I knew it barely covered her ass, and it didn't even do that unless she was standing still. Still it was Leslie after all. So, when I tossed that silk thong on to the bed, why was I surprised to hear her pitching a bitch?

Back in our suite, I'd made a point out of not telling Leslie why, when I'd insisted she wear panties. I had my reasons, and in the cab, I still couldn't, which is why I told her, "Can't tell you what's up or where we're headed...sorry baby!" Then, motioning, I added, "But...I just might have a cure for that boredom thing!" She scooted closer, and it was my turn to whisper. Only, my whisper was an ordered, "Ask your friend if he'd mind if you gave your boyfriend a blowjob!" 

She did too-and without hesitating! Leaning over the front seat, one hand out of sight-no doubt adding a little inducement- she cooed a plea for permission. I'm sure she thought she was being cute when she told him, "Yeah, he's paying for it, so..."

Who knew then; but later, that smartass crack was going to help launch round two. It wasn't as if Leslie would have taken "No," for an answer anyway! I'm not sure the darling girl even knows what the word means! It didn't matter, because Jose came through, his broken English excitedly exclaiming, "That what you want...is OK with me!"

With a whooped, "Yippee," Leslie landed sideways on the seat. On hands and knees, in all it's bare glory, her spectacular ass was framed in our cab's side window. Presented for their approval, that full moon was in view to the adjacent lane of traffic, and to a sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. If I'd only known, those panties would have been waiting in my pocket-ah well...c'est la vie! I scooted forward a bit, leaned back, and waited. With practiced ease, Leslie got me unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped. A tug on the waistband of my briefs, and presto, she'd produced eight inches of magnificently hard-not to mention, happy to be freed cock. Looking like she might just swallow it whole, she swooped in. Well those soft, copper colored lips closed around that cock's head, and...! She stopped her mouth's fiery wet heat exquisite torture. Then, with an audible pop, her lips released their hold. A growled, "Yummy," and her head slammed down, stopping with the fat head of my cock lodged deep in her throat.

Boss bastard or not, we were out on the town, and I knew better then to grab a double handful of Leslie's hair-but oh god, I wanted too! It wasn't really necessary anyway. Nope, because Leslie already had her head bobbing away, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, soft lips flying up and down the full rigid length of me. Quick to admit it, she's almost as quick to demonstrate just how much she loves filling her mouth with some lucky guy's hard cock. Creative and utterly uninhibited, she's got a bag full of wickedly erotic cock pleasing tricks. I think she's got a separate bag for the tricks she uses to delight the ladies-I'll have to ask! Anyway, I've watched her perform on cocks plenty bigger then mine; and Hell, that wildly pistoning lips to throat trick isn't even her favorite. 

It was a shame, but I figured all poor Jose could see in his rear-view mirror was her rapidly bobbing head. Worse, we were still snarled in that nightmare traffic. So sure, there were plenty of opportunities for him to turn his head and catch a much more panoramic view. If he did, I missed it-so maybe the poor guy was shy! Whatever he saw, it was enough to earn my praise worthy wife's performance an ululating, "I-eeee," and an equally loud, "damn chica!"

Playing to her audience, she let my cock slip out of her mouth, knelt upright, and ordered, "Well now darling...first, I want to see those pants down around your ankles! Uh-huh, and then I want your hands behind your back...and buckaroo...they better just stay there too!"

Yeah I know, cock of the walk and all; but honestly, it didn't seem like a good time to quibble over mere details! Only mildly chagrined-but still grinning,-what else, I did as ordered. Then, I aimed a wink and a shrug at the rear-view mirror. I caught a flash of Jose's toothy grin. He reached out, adjusting the mirror. My eager wife reached out too, and roughly wedged my knees apart. Then, scooping up a handful of balls with one hand, Leslie slapped the other one around a still spit slicked shaft. Like a tigress on the prowl, rumbling growls issued from her throat. Slow and teasing, oh no, her fist was a pistoning blur. Eyes narrowed in concentration, still the stalking tigress, her, "Bastard," came out as a breathy snarl.

If I hadn't seen the sudden flare of heat in my overly amorous wife's eyes, and caught her lip-licking grin, I might have been worried-as if! I was still thinking, "Yippee," when her fist started pumping in short savage jabs. Turning it in to a perfect double play, her head began bobbing, popping a darkly engorged, and wetly glistening cock's head in and out past tightly pursed lips. Double play...damn straight, and I was afraid the inning might be about to come to a sudden, and explosive end! Well, she hadn't actually forbidden me to speak, so, I was all set to politely suggest, "Slow it the fuck down already!"

Before I could blurt it out though, good old Jose announced, "We almost there," uncertainty evident in his questioning, "You want, I can drive more?" "No," I said, almost choking on, "We're almost done," because Leslie had just reacquainted the throbbing head of my cock with her throat. Then, like Jose, who was bouncing in his excitement, I did a little bouncing of my own, adding impetus to Leslie's cock swallowing bounces. It was an even bet, whether or not she would need to swallow. Still, even if the odds were only fifty/fifty, I was hoping the first fountaining eruption would bypass her mouth entirely. After that, well sure, I was willing to go with fifty/fifty. Actually, what I really wanted was for that raven-haired cock tease to feel, at least half that upcoming flood pouring in to fill her mouth. Either way I love it; but with Leslie, it's either a look of wide-eyed wonder as she feels it surging straight in to her throat, or it's a look of hungry avarice as she gulps it down. Count on it...either way Leslie's going to love it! Sure, because whether it's seductively sensual, or wickedly erotic, there isn't anything sexual that woman doesn't love. Damn straight, and it's just one of the marvelous things I love about that extraordinary woman!

My cock hungry tigress was just a cream-licking kitten, when our cab pulled up under Club Lava's porte cochere. A Gentleman's Club within sight of Las Vegas's other volcanic landmark, I'd discovered it on a recent-boys only- trip. Earlier that night, I'd spotted an ad in one of the local throwaway papers; and voila, round one of tonight's festivities. Peering out the cab's window, Leslie couldn't have missed the neon colored lava spewing from the marquee, or the glowing words proclaiming...live...nude! With a gasped, "Oh fuck me," she made a dive for her handbag. Hey, she even had time to fix her makeup, before a pair of tuxedo clad valets swung open the cab's rear doors. I paid Jose, and thanked him with a generous tip. Then, and after a quick spritz of breath freshener, Leslie gave the lucky guy a somewhat more personal tip, smack, right on the surprised O of his mouth. Then with an exultant, "Woowoo," she took my arm, and...

Two:

In the foyer, I turned from paying our cover charge to find Leslie studying a poster boldly proclaiming, 'Amateur Night!' Chuckling nastily, she turned her patented wicked grin on me. Jabbing a finger at the poster, punctuating it with an impish snicker, she asked, "Oh Brian, this wouldn't by any chance be why you made me wear panties...would it?"

I was ready, suppressed a chuckle, and said, "Well Really sweetheart, you had so much fun dancing naked for those three college boys in L A, I figured you might just enjoy a slightly larger audience!"

Prepared to duck, instead I watched her wicked grin slide in to one of her big, beautiful smiles. Not that I hadn't expected it, but still, it was a relief to see the idea had sparked her curiosity. Even better, I figured it was rampaging through her exceedingly fertile imagination. Really, I hadn't actually ordered her, and I hadn't dared her either-which would have worked just as well.

Emphatic, her bold, "Darling...you're so on," didn't leave much room for doubt. If it had, her taunting, "Oh, and I'm going to have you creaming your jeans," would have erased them.

Ignoring her snickers, I offered Leslie my arm. Then, laughing together, we pushed through a pair of massive doors. Music blasted, and strobe lights flashed through a swirling fog streaked with bursts of neon color. An enormous stage that was really three connected but still separate venues, zigzagged through seeming acre's of split-level seating. A small forest of obligatory stripper-poles sprouted like glittering chrome trees. I guess I could have counted them, only three very blonde and very naked dancers had snagged my attention. Gyrating seductively, they strutted and danced, luscious Las Vegas sized tits barely even jiggling.

Distractions, distractions, distractions everywhere...but hey, I did manage not to walk us in to anything, and led Leslie through the wall of pounding music to a small booth. It didn't qualify as private, but it was well back from the stage.

Hips a gyrating marvel, a server approached, her filmy baby doll so sheer it was obvious she was a true redhead. While she took our drink orders, I hunted for freckles-and didn't find any! Tearing my eyes away from a very nice bit of retreating, saucily swaying ass, I followed Leslie's gaze. She seemed to be captivated, her focus on one dancer in particular. Who could blame her, surely not me-I mean...wow!

What caught my attention first though-so OK, it was the second thing-was, this dancer actually look like she was having fun up there. She wasn't tall, but had the traditional dancer's long legs, and a body that I might have called buff...that's if it hadn't been ripe with curves in all the right places. Closer to cute then beautiful, tan and blue eyed, her platinum blonde hair was cut short, in a style not so different from Leslie's. Bursting with sex appeal, and exuding a natural sensuality, she danced with wanton abandon. Of course-and I wasn't about to forget it-but, every one of those delectable traits held true for Leslie as well! Uh-huh, and my daring wife was going to prove it, and in front of a rip-roaring audience. I could hardly wait!


Cheeseburgers, Vegas Style



Luck that had managed to elude me at the blackjack table finally showed up. Winner, you bet; we'd definitely chosen the right booth! Because, after her set...guess who turned up as our new server? Smiling, and looking hotter then Hell, that blonde popped up at our booth wearing silky short shorts and a fishnet shirt. Cut short it left her midriff bare-OK, it was fishnet...so it left everything bare- and it featured a big, bold number sixty-nine on the back. Leslie hit her with a smile that would have melted an iceberg. Not blessed with a thousand megawatt smile, I went with a long low wolf whistle. I should have gone with a smile anyway. Because, after driving an elbow in to my ribs, too late, Leslie ordered, "Stop that!"

To our bemused server's, "Can I get you anything," Leslie answered with a nod and a deceptively shy smile.

Looking straight in to a pretty pair of bright blue eyes, Leslie asked, what's your name?" Then, smiling and looking utterly guileless, she told her, "I loved watching you dance! You were hot up there...but damn girl, you're even hotter up close!" There was a growl in there, and maybe Vicki didn't hear it, but-oh, fuck-it sent a shiver through me.

Hand on a provocatively jutted hip, our unnamed server returned Leslie's candid stare with an appraising stare of her own. Apparently reading sincerity in Leslie's hazel-eyed gaze, she answered with a smile that positively radiated a steamy sensuality, and a shy, "Thanks...I'm Vicki!" Not quite repeating her earlier offer, she asked, "Can I offer you anything?"

While I was still wondering, double entendre, Leslie answered, "Maybe...but our drinks are good to go!" Well now, but there was a quirky little grin playing across Vicki's pretty face, as Leslie told her, "I'm Leslie, and that grinning guy is my darling husband Brian!" Then, dropping the bomb, she asked, "Hey, I'm thinking of entering the dance contest, what can you tell me?"

Her surprise apparent, Vicki was shaking her head as she blurted out, "Oh my God, why would you want to do that?"

Bright blue eyes suddenly a much cooler shade of blue, Vicki aimed a scowl my way, and asked, "She's kidding right? I mean, you wouldn't let her dance naked in front of all those men...would you?"

Firing right back, "Damn right he would," was my zealous wife's instantaneous answer. "Oh my god, " she exclaimed, "Trust me, Brian's going to absolutely love it too!" Well To me, Vicki looked decidedly skeptical, when Leslie added, "Really...we like to play and have fun! Oh Hell, and I've sure fantasized about doing it often enough!" Then, sliding to the edge of our booth, and closer to Vicki, she pleaded her case. Please help me, because I really want to do it! Come on...be a pal, and give a girl the inside poop," she said, asking, "Right, so where do I sign up?"

Vicki was shaking her head, but then, she was grinning too. Gorgeous-yeah, and practically bare-breasts swelling, Vicki sighed theatrically, and reached for Leslie's hand, explaining, "OK then, if you're really determined to let it all hang out...then come on and I'll fill you in!"

Wondering just what I'd set in motion, I watched Vicki lead Leslie off by the hand. They wound there way through the maze of tables, stopping briefly at a door guarded by a tuxedo wearing, but still nasty looking bouncer. After exchanging a few words, they disappeared through the door. OK, so sure there wasn't anyone sitting beside me. Still, it's not as if they left me alone...now is it? Nope, so flagging down a passing waitress, I ordered another drink. Uh-huh, and then I leaned back, and-what else-checked out the latest trio of dancers.

Vicki reappeared, suggesting a lap dance. Mostly though, it was just an excuse for her to hang around, while she told me what was going on. It wasn't all good though, lap dances in the main room didn't allow any touching. That, as I knew from my prior visit, wasn't the case in the Club's executive-as in private-suites. It was harder then walking and chewing gum-honest, it was! Still, I managed to pile bills on the table, and keep an eye-OK, both eyes- on Vickie , while she did an abbreviated striptease, adroitly slithering out of shorts and fishnet top. I felt like a spymaster, paying for information, and certainly not for a lap dance...then again! Vicki squirmed, rotated, and rocked, giggling as she slid a beautiful heart shaped ass over an unmistakably aroused trouser snake. Spinning to face me, Vicki made a minor production out of unbuttoning my shirt. Then, while enthusiastically, rubbing a totally awesome pair of tits-store bought or not-against my bare chest, she finally got around to giving me the low down.

It didn't take a genius to realize the ladies had bonded. In fact, Vicki almost came across sounding like an over protective mother hen; which was a neat trick, considering the delightfully nasty things she was doing to me. She went right on doing them too, while explaining, "Poor Leslie...I didn't tell her, but she can't win!" That's something I already knew. Like in every so-called amateur night I've ever heard of, as Vicki explained, services had been offered, and the fix was in., it was sort of sweet; somehow, Vicki seemed to think I needed to be reassured. "Leslie's got something special," she told me. "She's got a really awesome body...and yeah, and I just bet she knows how to show it off too! Oh Hell, she'll probably end up collecting tons more in tips then those...other girls!" 

The nasty little flirt's tongue was dancing teasingly around my ear, while she huskily whispered, "You know Brian...she told me all about what she did to you!" Did she mean the cab...I sure hoped so! Anyway, Vicki was giggling, and doing it while she stroked the Levi covered bulge jutting up between us. Hoping for a miracle, like maybe, Scottie working his transporter beam, and transporting us to one of those private suites, I listened to Vicki's teasing, "Gosh, and she was right too...you've got a real nice big cock! Seriously, I wish I had a boyfriend who could deal with it...shoot; I'd love to be able to party and have the kind of nasty fun Leslie says you two get up to!" Then, and lucky not to have gotten her ass paddled, the wench bounced off my lap. She grabbed her clothes, and with a sweet little laugh, strutted off, promising to bring me another drink, "Just as soon as that poor girl makes her debut!"

That debut damn near stopped my fucking heart. Backed by a pounding beat, Leslie paraded on to that stage to a thundering blast of whoops, hoots, and a whole lot of whistling. Spinning around the stage, she unwound her skirt in one fluid move. Flinging it aside, she stood stage center, legs spread, hands planted on her hips, challenge blazing in her eyes, and with a smirking grin playing across her lips. A pause, then with a nod she caught the beat. Always in motion, sexy, suggestive, and a few down right raunchy moves carried her around the stage. I know the look, and that erotically supercharged nymph was in danger of going nuclear. She was on fire, red-hot, a sizzling live wire, the look blazing in her eyes...well, positively orgasmic!

Slowing to a slow sensuous strut, she prowled across the stages leading edge. Always the tease, her audience roared, as she played peek-a-boo with her cami top. Then, glowing under red neon, sometimes spot lit by brilliant flashes from a pair of strobes, she spun to a stop. Standing there, poised front and center, she was a magnetic, spellbindingly erotic vision of white-hot sensuality. Sure, it was showy! Still, the ringing crack made by Stiletto heels did draw every eye to the tantalizing triangle formed by her invitingly spread legs.

A piercing whoop , Leslie's, "Ready boys," rang out above the music's shattering blare. Then, with me screaming, "Do it," she ripped that cami off over her head. Dusky nipples stood out, hard points jutting from a pair of enticingly perky tits. Roaring its approval, her audience apparently didn't mind at all that those upturned beauties weren't the typical mammoth mounds sported by most of the Vegas dancers. I guess not, because when she reached up and cupped her breasts, they went...well, just fucking nuts! 

The angle was all wrong, so I couldn't see him, but the flirt was clearly playing to some guy sitting front row center. Brazenly staring down-and I'm sure straight in to that lucky guy's eyes-she began spiraling a pair of glittering copper colored nails over rosy areola. Then, head thrown back, practiced fingers flicked and snapped against nipples standing out, hard , dark, and stunningly erect. Hips doing a slow grind to a driving beat, her hands slid slowly down over the taut tan skin of her belly, stopping, fingers splayed against the silky curves of her thighs. Hooking her fingers around the thong's waistband, she paused, again letting her eyes settle on that front row seat. The look of unbridled lust flashing in her eyes, the throaty growl only I could hear, and the wickedly seductive way she moved as she slowly eased her thong down, well Hell, it simply screamed fuck me...I dare you!

It was total bedlam, and there stood Leslie, working it, letting that crowds thunderous roar build, and build, and build! She stopped, sweeping her eyes back and forth over her thundering audience. Then, with a triumphant, "Yes," she tore her thong away with one savage yank.

Leslie tossed that shredded thong to that asshole in the front row. Figuring I should send him a bill, I looked around for Vicki. OK, it was just a thought-besides; Vicki was nowhere to be seen! Paying rapt attention, I watched Leslie spin around, plant her fists on her hips, spread her legs, waggle her amazing ass provocatively, and then bend over, way over! The showoff grabbed her ankles, gave that sweet ass another waggle, and stroked her palms up her long sleekly muscled legs. Her hands stopped, framing a very tasty looking bit of pink sugar. One thing was for sure, the lady didn't need a haircut! Smooth, bare, and glistening in shades of pink, there wasn't a hair ...anywhere!

Ho-hum...there just wasn't much worth looking at!, Well Ok, there was a stage, and a trio of Las Vegas cuties, and a generous six—pack of not so bouncy boobies. Then, who cared about a trio of naked exotic dancers...Vicki was back, and whispering in my ear. Who was I to argue, not me, certainly not with her, "Oh man Brian, Leslie's hotter then Hell!" Fuck the rules, I was holding a double handful of them, when she declared, "Yeah...well, I'd trade my tits for that beautiful ass any damn day!" Ah well, she batted my hands away with a giggled, "Stop that, you'll get me in trouble!" Then, turning serious, she explained, "Hey, she better watch out! That Bozo she tossed her panties to is a regular...well, more then a regular! He's from Texas, and oh my God, a serious high roller. Seriously, and he's taken a couple of the girls back to his room too!" I was definitely paying attention, in particular when she asked, "Would you believe it, he's paid a couple of them $2,000...and for only an hour's worth?"

I didn't have any trouble believing it, but I was only kidding when I told Vicki, "Well shit, if he expects to buy his way in to Leslie's sweet ass, he'll have to pony up a whole lot more then that!" Mostly, I was being flippant when I asked, Damn, but that could be a real kick...wonder if she's ever fantasized about playing the working girl?", That's mostly...because, I knew she had!

Vicki didn't know that, and her surprise was evident in her blurted, "Oh sure...wait, you're not kidding!" Then, deciding I'd been teasing her, she bounced excitedly on my lap, and helpfully suggested, "Well then, I'll just run right over...maybe, I can broker a deal!"

Something caught Vicki's attention, and her head whipped around. Then, with a muttered, "Oh shit, gotta run," she slid off my lap. I got a quick, but very friendly kiss, before she scrambled out of the booth, calling back over her shoulder, "Leslie's back up...Oh God, and I can't wait to see what she does with the pole!" Well sure...but then, neither could I!

Leslie came out for her second number naked-well, nearly naked! A slender choker wound around her neck, the sparkle of silver winding around the gleam of black leather. I liked the look-a lot in fact! While I wondered who'd given it to her-and I had, my suspicions-Leslie cavorted, dancing around the stage in erotic splendor. One number only, and that one ended with her treating the cold metal of a stripper-pole to a fiery double kiss...a kiss given by two pairs of distinctly different lips. No one watching would have believed it was her first time-hell, I barely believed it! I'm sure I watched; probably, open mouthed and wide eyed! Call it sensual overload; whatever, I don't remember much about Leslie and her encounter with that pole. No doubt, it sizzled, so outrageously hot that the memory melted right through my over loaded brain. I do remember that I was being totally blown away by what she was doing on, with, and too that pole, when another delicious looking redhead dropped on to my lap.

Leslie's a dream," my new redheaded friend told me, "All us girls just totally love her! Well...she's so, well you know...just real!" She was just telling me, "Around here...real, is pretty damn rare, "when I spotted Vicki. She was cutting across the room, coming our way, a troubled look spoiling her pretty face. That redhead spotted her too, and scooted hurriedly off my lap. Tossing me a "See ya handsome," she turned to deal with Vicki.

She got as far as, "Hey there Vic, Leslie's right...he's a hunk," before Vicki cut her off.

Not looking happy at all, Vicki managed a smile, stopping only long enough to tell her, well duh! Thanks Tammy...I mean for keeping him company...but, scram already...we've got to talk!"

Vicki didn't sit, and she sure didn't slide on to my lap. Looking nervous, she stood, resting one knee on the booth's seat. My cheery, "Hey there beautiful, what's with the frown," didn't help much. I've been married long enough to know when to keep my mouth shut, and wait. That's just what I did-and, I sure as Hell didn't let my eyes wander!

She looked at me, scooched out her lower lip, then blurted out, "Oh Hell, I'll just say it!" Then, after a long sigh, she got out the rest, explaining, "I didn't have anything to do with it...but yeah, that guy did offer her money...you know, if she'd come up to his room! Like he always does, He sent a note back with one of the girls!" Something told me that for Vicki, getting that out had been the easy part. When I didn't say anything, and she finally noticed my grin, she started to laugh. Vicki was still sputtering, when she told me, "Leslie thinks it would be a total kick! Oh shit...and she wants me to find out what you think!"

Earlier, thoughts of Leslie playing the part of a high priced call girl had done more then just cross my mind; it had stopped to linger...enticingly! Naturally, that meant I got to tell myself, careful what you wish for! What I told Vicki was, "Wow...so OK, if she wants to go for it, and I say no...well, let's just say that she doesn't do no well!" Then came that all-important question. "OK, what about those other girls? If he was some sort of freaking sick-o, I guess they'd have said something...right? Fuck, I need to be damn sure she'd be safe!"

Sure, I told myself, the guy wouldn't still be coming around, not if he'd been any kind of trouble. Of course, that didn't mean he wasn't an asshole! OK, but Leslie can handle assholes! Still, I was glad when Vicki smiled, then said, "Yeah, no problems, and I guess he's real generous too! He better be, because He sure isn't much to look at! But...for $2000...Hell yes, I'd do him!"

A shrug, and a shake of her head, brought the subject back around to Leslie. "And I know what you mean about her and no," Vicki told me, adding, "She does want to go for it, but she's leaving it up to you!"

Up to me...was she kidding, I could hardly believe my ears! OK, so Vicki had made it clear that Leslie was up for it. What Vicki didn't know, but that Leslie did, was that we both suffered from that same nasty no thing. What it came down to was, I'd never have asked, and certainly never have ordered her to do it; but then, she wouldn't have asked, not unless she wanted to go for it! Besides, it was bound to make for a good story-how could it not!

Only, that Texan wasn't going to get his paws on my wife, not without hearing from her pimp first anyway! Vicki's eyes lit up when I told her, "Fuck yes...tell Leslie, 'Go for it!' Yeah, and tell that Texan that Leslie gets $3,000, and that's for two hours max!" Thinking fast, I added a hope filled suggestion. "Hey, if he goes for it, try and find out where he's staying!" Then, crossing my fingers, I asked, "Are you stuck here, or can you break loose? Because, if you're up for it, I happen to know where there's a lonely suite and I know a way we could kill a little time! Then, we could hang out at his hotel, and maybe you could set it up with Leslie, so we could meet her in the bar...sound good?"

Vicki didn't waste much time thinking about it. She threw her arms around my neck, and damn near melted my lips with a kiss that practically screamed, yes! Then the buxom beauty squealed, and told me, "No problem, I can call in a favor and get off early. And never mind that silly guy!The girl he gave that stupid note to, said he was so anxious to get his hands on Leslie that he was practically drooling...so, like no way is he going to say no!"

No surprise, it turned out that Vicki was right! Back stage she had powwowed with Leslie, and everything was good to go! After Vicki had hurried off to change, I had time for a drink, and to think things over. Ready to journey in to...The Erogenous Zone, I called for a cab. I hooked-up with Vicki in the foyer, and arm in arm, we walked out of, Club Lava. Me being me, I couldn't help wondering what the odds were that we'd find ourselves being chauffeured by a grinning Jose.

Three:

No Jose, but Vicki and I did enjoy a memorable-think chase scene-drive, with a Jamaican born Rastafarian named George. Chase scene is right too, because Vicki had learned our high rolling Texan was staying at the Las Vegas Four Seasons, which just happens to be situated on the upper floors of Mandalay Bay. What were the odds...who cared, the game was afoot!

Maybe, considering Vicki's earlier smoking hot lap dances, a second backseat blowjob shouldn't have been totally out of the question. Whatever...the way George, "I know a shortcut mon," drove-trust me- I hadn't been about to trust any important part of my anatomy to anything sporting teeth! So OK, no backseat bingo, but our luck wasn't all bad! First things first, we made it to Mandalay Bay unscathed. Then, luck being what it is, we were just in time to watch My make believe, high priced, call girl playing wife being helped out of a cab by her first john. I was snickering, not chuckling, but Vicki wanted to know what I thought was so funny. I paid George, told her we should have shared a cab, and helped her out of ours. She didn't think it was funny...bummer!

Vicki and I were right behind them as they entered The Hotel. Go figure, but Vicki seemed to think that was worthy of a snicker! A hip bump shushed her, and we were hard on their heels, slipping in to the elevator right behind them. That was one interesting ride! Always quick to play the showoff, Leslie was all over that cowboy hat wearing Texan. He was older, maybe fifty, lean, with a dark tan that looked like it came from working outdoors. Wearing Leslie around his neck, he was damn quick to get his hands up under her skirt, corralling an ass I knew was bare. It's not as if I wanted to call him a bastard; Hell no, I felt more like congratulating the bastard! Besides, it would have been hypocritical, because I'd been even quicker to reach for Vicki's ass.




Cheeseburgers, Vegas Style



Leslie maneuvered her chuckling playmate up against the elevator's back wall, but not before, I spotted a ribbon of green silk poking out of his hip pocket. That gruff looking Texan didn't strike me as the souvenir collecting type, but it had been green, and it had been silk, and I was betting it was the remains of Leslie's shredded thong. Some guy's have all the luck...Vicki was still wearing hers.

It's a long way to the twenty-fourth floor. Still, Leslie and I did manage to sneak in a couple of conspiratorial winks...that's when she wasn't too busy hamming it up in her role as little Ms Have Pussy Will Travel, the shameless sex toy! As impromptu theater, that ride was brazen, bold, and thoroughly outrageous...in other words, pure Leslie!

Keeping one arm locked around her john's neck, she kissed him with a frenzied, tongue in the throat ferocity, her groping free hand's fingers stroking The Texas sized bulge sprouting in his pants. Considering the thrill Leslie gets out of playing the exhibitionist, I didn't think she was worried about the elevator's doors sliding open in front of an unsuspecting audience. More likely, and I'd have bet on it , if that elevator stopped, when those doors slid open her mouth would be full, and her head would be bobbing. The odds were even better that it was the two-handed grip that Texan had on her ass, and not any fear of hidden cameras that kept Leslie off her knees. Hidden cameras...that's what the rumors say! If it's true, then somewhere in Las Vegas there's an archived record of my whooping wife riding that Texan's hand like it was a bucking bronco. Whatever, utterly shameless, the hussy was yip yipping, "Oh God...oh god," when the elevator bonged.

The doors began to slide open, Vicki whooped, "You ride it cowgirl," then cracked a swat off Leslie's bare ass. Leslie waved, Vicki arched one blonde eyebrow, harrumphed, adjusted her skirt, took my arm, and together, we strolled off that elevator.

Unavoidable as a sneeze, no sooner had those doors started to slide shut, then we totally lost it, going positively Loony Tunes. Dancing around the foyer, we laughed like a pair of crazed loons; and then, suddenly...we weren't laughing! Cameras...what cameras, I reeled Vicki in, enjoyed a quick kiss, then yanked her tank-top up and right off over her head. Then it was a mad sprint down the hall, Vickie on my heels, both of us laughing our asses off.

It was borderline humiliating, breathless, and shaking with laughter after our dash down the hall, I couldn't get the damn door card in to that freaking little slot. Struggling to slide it home, I hoped it wasn't a sign of things to come. It wasn't my fault anyway; but then it might have been easier, if I hadn't been trying to keep, at least one eye on the eye-popping sight of Vicki's big, beautiful, and just then, delightfully bouncy breasts. Blame it on her nipples, those bad puppies were irresistible, standing jauntily erect, and practically begging for attention! Taking pity on me, and before Hotel Security could put in an appearance, Vicki pulled that damn card from my fumbling fingers. Effortlessly, and with barely a snicker, she slid it home. The wench was tittering, who cared, I pushed the door open, and together we stumbled through it...once again laughing like the demented! It's only an opinion mind you, but I say the only thing better then a good laugh is a hot and nasty, ball-rattling fuck...in third place it's a cheeseburger, French fries with Heinz 57, a big dill pickle, and a cold glass of beer!

Horrors...not only didn't I stop to secure the door; worse, I didn't bother to hang the, DO NOT DISTURB sign. I did kick it shut though, just barely in time to meet the charge of a bosomy blonde fireball. I stopped her mad charge, let her wrap her arms around my neck, used both hands to corral her ass, and got busy returning her determinedly ferocious kiss. Unlike the kisses in the back of, "Ya Mon, that be hot," Georges cab, that kiss kindled, flashing in to incandescence. Kisses flowed hot and heavy, with barely a pause while I worked her skirt loose, and sent it plummeting down her legs. Our tongues were dancing an erotic duel, when I swept aside the flimsy barrier of a barely there G-string, and pushed my hand between her thighs. Then, with my hand cradling a palm full of her scalding wetness, Vicki giggled, and with a playful shove, pushed me away.

"Whoa there big boy," she cooed as she danced away. Chuckling softly, she kicked her pumps off. Then, grinning impishly, eyes full of mischief, she watched me watch her slither out of that G-string. Forget about a teasing strip tease, I was a horn dog shucking clothes just as fast as he could, when she hit me with, "Wow, Brian you're as much fun to kiss as Leslie!" I guess I could have returned the compliment, and told her she was just as much fun to kiss as Leslie-and she was too! I didn't; hell no, because my mind was working at the speed of light, cataloguing all the other potential back stage hi jinks those two nymphs could have got up to. Sure, but then Vicki's, "I'd like to take a shower," put an abrupt end to that bit of erotic fluff. Then, pointing at the belly slapping erection I'd just freed, she licked her lips, uttered a purry, "Yummy," and suggested, "Maybe you and your one eyed friend there would like to join me...I mean...gosh, a girl can always use a big man to wash her back!"

Me...tongue-tied, not hardly! Nope, and in my customary suave and debonair style, I Blurted out, "Fuck yes; I'll wash your back...fuck that, I'll wash every square inch of you!" She could have called me on that one; because, there wasn't a square inch, not even a straight line, anywhere on that ladies curvaceous body-I know, I checked, repeatedly in fact!

Longingly, Vicki eyed the luxurious sunken tub discretely nestled in one corner of the suite. Fashioned to look like a rock grotto, Complete with Jacuzzi jets, it was large enough for an erotically frolicking twosome alright... probably even an energetic foursome! I suggested we save the grotto for later, picturing a watery, three-way romp. Thinking of Leslie, I wondered how she was dealing with the ritzy luxury of the, Five-Diamond Four Seasons. Knowing Leslie, I hear all about it, along with a picturesque account of everything her and her john had done in its. In the mean time, while she submitted to a lust crazed Texan; I had a devilishly vivacious blonde in serious need of my immediate attention ...so!

Jabbing a finger in the direction of that rock grotto, Vicki declared, "That's for later...oh God, do you suppose there's bubble bath?"

"Are you kidding," I asked, "Leslie took one look at that thing and bolted for the gift shop...yeah, there's bubble bath alright!"

"We don't need no stinking bubble bath," I informed my blonde headed playmate, and reached for her hand. Leading Vicki around a corner, we stepped straight in to a tiled fantasyland. Roomy enough for extra curricular activities, if that walk in shower's floor had been sand, we might almost have believed we'd been transported to a submerged seabed. What else, thinking mermaid, I could hardly wait to get mine under a cascading torrent of water. There's something just so absolutely erotic about a woman, naked and wet, droplets of water glinting and glistening on her body's sensual curves. Besides, you've already got her naked...and with a built in excuse for slip sliding your hands over every single one of her body's wetly glistening curves.

Vicki waited, her grin beckoning, flashing with mischievous challenge. Armed with only a squeeze bottle of peach scented body wash, and OK, a fully raging erection, I moved in. Under the pulsating spray from a trio of showerheads, slowly, and sensuously I began working my hands over the supple curves of her dancer's hard body. Luxuriating in the feel of her, I Gently massaged her shoulders, rubbing and stroking, working my way down her back. Savoring the sensual feel of her ass's sweet curves sliding under my feathery caress...what else, I spent a delightful few moments on that stunning bit of my blonde playmate's anatomy. Finally, one at a time, I ran encircling palms up and down the long sleekly muscled length of her legs. Naturally, that was only after my stroking fingertips traced swirling patterns over the velvety soft skin of her inner thighs, coaxing some decidedly cat like purrs out of her. By the time I stood, and gently turned her to face me, Vicki was trembling, her breath coming in sharp gasps. What started as a soft, sweetly passionate kiss exploded, sizzling under a lip crushing lust-fired ferocity. Our next kiss ended with Vicki pressed up against the shower wall.

Roaming hands explored all the succulent places they'd missed back at Club Lava, while my lips poured kisses over Vicki's eyes, her mouth, her throat, and finally the taut, velvety sweet skin of her breasts. Vicki held those magnificent breasts squeezed together, leaving my hands free to ravish a pair of nipples so ripe they felt ready to burst. I bent, liking the soft moans that greeted my energetically flicking tongue. My lips closed around rock hard nipples, and she gasped, gasping again, when I sucked them both in to my mouth. When gentle nips tore a ragged, "Oh God, oh god, yes...more, "out of her throat, I looked up. Way too cool to speculate, I arched a questioning eyebrow. Correctly interpreting a look she must have seen before, Vicki proudly proclaimed, "38-C's...and their one hundred percent natural too!"

Abandoning the rich bounty of Vicki's spectacular breasts, I reached for the treasure waiting between her thighs. We were in the shower after all, so I suppose my saying she was totally freaking wet would be, what...redundant! Only, she was as wet inside as out! Actually, I'd only pumped a few twisting, two fingered thrusts in to her molten core, when I began flicking a thumb over the hard swell of her clit. Things were just getting started, and I sure wasn't thinking orgasm, singular or multiple. Vicki...well, wham-bam, and in a New York minute, she'd gone absolutely volcanic, molten fire convulsing around my fingers. Like any respectable volcano, she thundered and she shook, shrieking out an echoing chorus of , "Oh Gods!"

It was later, at least that much I'm sure of, Vicki was doing some serious panting, really gasping for breath, and I realized...how cool, my hand's the only thing keeping her upright! Her eyes popped open, she giggled, and then in a cock-swelling purr, she said, "Yummy...guess I needed that...wow!"

Vicki's arms wound around my neck, her lips hot against mine, her tongue a wild thing loose in my mouth. Sinking slowly to her knees, her kisses blazed a fiery trail down my body, her flickering tongue sending jolts of pleasure rippling across my belly. It's an almost automatic response, and long before her knees hit tile, my hands were tangled in her hair.

I wanted to, knew I could have just gone for it, even figured Vicki would have liked it, but still...I didn't just appropriate her mouth! Instead, I held on, feeling her head bob, watching scorching lips, and a thoroughly wicked tongue worked their magic on me. Our first time or not, we were in a shower after all, so OK, I was considering it! It did make for a fiery fantasy, sweet and nasty; so sure, I could have loved pulling out of Vicki's mouth...timing it so my fountaining orgasm splashed across her face. Only, I sort of blew that timing thing. Too late, suddenly I was blasting away on full auto, and straight in to Vicki's waiting mouth. With her mouth crammed full of me, what else could the darling do...other then swallow? Well that's what she did, but only until a flip of my hips sent the erupting fountain rocketing in to her throat...and then, she didn't have to swallow any more!

Standing by the suite's bar, I worked on a couple of cocktails, and tried to keep at least one eye on Vicki. The apparently insatiable-yippee- little vixen had started with out me! Luckily, there was a conveniently placed mirror on the wall behind the bar, so I enjoyed a terrific view through the bedroom's open double doors to where Vicki lay stretched out on the bed. Nice...even better, her mischievous grin said she knew I was watching- and that was hot! For sure, it added a lot more zing to the already appetizing sight of the very unlady like things her hands were doing between her wide spread legs. Seriously, she must not have wanted that damn drink very bad...and, she didn't get it either!

Abandoning the bar, I headed for Vicki, and the scrumptious looking bit of pink sugar she held so enticingly exposed. Only, before I got there, she asked, "Hey, what do you think he's doing with Leslie...you know, right now?"

Vicki's intriguing question did slow me down...I mean hey, there were just so many possibilities! Of course, no way was I going to pass on an opening like that! That's why, when I knelt between her wide spread legs, I reached out, grabbed her ankles, and then challenged, "Beats me; but then, I bet I can show you something he isn't doing...want to see?" 

Now, and its old school, but I used to like my Dad's old Sam Kinison CD's. With Vicki giggling and enthusiastically whipping up the sort of tasty treat a guy doesn't need utensils, or fingers to dig in to, it's no wonder I thought of Sam's. What came to mind, went something like, "Always make a woman cum at least three times, before you fuck her!" Sage advice, and right then it sounded like one Hell of a plan! Sure, and I could start out by following another one of Sam's pithy rules, simply put, "Try licking the alphabet...lick lots of capital T's...and don't forget to dot the is'!" Admittedly, at twelve, I didn't quite get that one, but I filed it away; and then, one night ...uh-huh, I got it! Later, I came up with a rule of my own, and I bet Sam would agree that...a woman isn't done, not until she can't stand up without her knees wobbling! Only, if things went as planned, Vicki wouldn't need to stand up...not for quite awhile anyway!

The problem was Vicki's ankles...really! Conflicted, I wanted to lift them, spread her long legs in to my idea of the perfect peace sign...and then, violate the Hell out of the peace! Only first,...I just had to drop in for a little snack. Right...it turned in to a seven course, gourmet feast!

Vicki had the table set, so I slid between her legs, and took my place. What else...I got things started with a delicious spread of inner thigh. Feeling adventurous, after savoring the rich flavors of her intimate inner wetness, I didn't wait for the appreciative moaning and groaning to subside. Instead, I dove right in to the tantalizing tease of a tossed salad. Then, paying attention to my hostess's insistently screamed entreaties, I sampled a bit of the main course...liked it so much that with her boisterous approval, I wolfed down helping after helping! It's soup to nuts...right? Well by then I was giving serious thought to that nuts thing; which meant, I was more then ready to gulp down dessert. Maybe I got a little confused, or maybe it was Vicki. Whichever, there I was all set for dessert; only, she served me another helping of that main course. Huh...could that be why I'm always saying, "Eat dessert first...life is uncertain!"

Guess what, just like Leslie; Vicki possesses a sexually liberated libido and a clit to match! That might explain why this greedy little piggy had so much fun launching her in to orgasm after screaming orgasm. I might still be feasting on her silkily, super heated, blood infused clit, if the darling hadn't rather dramatically ordered, "Fuck me...fuck me...now!" To think, I'd been worried that Vicki might have used up her quota of orgasms...silly, silly me!

Incendiary, our kiss exploded, fueled by the unrestrainable energy of an irresistible need! Pushing up on to my hands and knees, I grinned down at Vicki, and almost asked if she liked the taste of pussy on my lips. It barely qualified as a fleeting thought, abandoned utterly, when, with a spiraling thrust of my hips, I penetrated her. Vicki gasped with every one of my handful of teasing thrusts, short jabbing thrusts that only just pushed in to her. When I stopped, poised with eight throbbing, red-hot, iron hard inches waiting to be unleashed, Vicki growled a throaty, "Take me...oh God, yes...fuck me!"

It's not as if I'd been waiting for orders...no way! All I'd done was pause, giving us both a moment of delicious anticipation! It had been a damn short pause at that! Then, I drove in to her hard, sliding deep in to a caldron of liquid fire. Vicki grabbed for my shoulders, her nails biting deep. Those long muscular dancer's legs came up, wrapping around me with a rib-cracking ferocity. Well, that vice like grip put an end to my, admittedly selfish plans. I mean hey, what's more fun then hoisting a enthusiastic playmate's legs up over your shoulders, leaving her wide open and utterly exposed, and then beating your chest, before you take her like a lust crazed caveman? Never mind, it was just another one of my passing fancies! Whatever, boring old missionary position or not, we rocked and we rolled, with the wild abandon of a sixties drug fueled rock n' roll band.

Forget sweet, forget tender...that fuck had all the feral intensity of a catfight, complete with the yowling! So sure, I was happily absorbed in the thrill of jack hammering fully penetrating thrusts in to Vicki's insistent upward thrusts. Still, there was no mistaking her frantic bucking, or the ecstatic squeals and raspy growls that accompanied them. Swept up, Vicki thrashed her way through the surging swells of a deluge of climactic waves- forget waves...think tsunami! Doing my part, I'd didn't just go along for the ride. Nope, doing my best to draw things out, I'd shifted to slow, sometimes twisting thrusts, mixing them in with short, savage jabs. What did it get me? Well, her voice a guttural rasp, insatiable, and you'd almost think unsatisfied besides, Vicki demanded, "Hard...yeah, more...come on...fuck me hard!"

Eager to please, I was prepared to deliver as ordered. Besides, there had been that wicked little fancy...hadn't there! You bet; so, Vicki's legs went up over my shoulders. I pushed them back above her head, spread them wide, and gave her hard...lots of hard, with plenty of fast thrown in! After all, it's what she'd asked for!

Her mantra a shrieked, "Yes," Vicki roared through another spectacular, body shuddering orgasm. Only, about the time I expected her to collapse, instead, she panted out a squeaky, "More, more...oh God, don't stop!"

What, was she nuts? Not about to stop, I pulled out of her, and ordered, "Greedy wench, on your knees...it's my turn!"

Vicki scrambled in to position, her snickers earning her a pair of hard cracking swats. They didn't stop her snickering, but at least she was doing it in to a pillow! Well fine, only, then the impetuous imp reached back, and spread her pretty ass's prettily rounded cheeks. Well, that exposed an alternate route, one that didn't...but, almost got taken! It was attempting detour, and I teased Vicki with a couple of probing jabs. Then, noting that she hadn't made a move to reroute me, I filed that adventurous treat under, future side trips.

Using my hands, I clamped hers to her hips, accelerating as I drove back in to the tight, slippery pink of her depths. It's my favorite, no doubt about it, I absolutely love doing it doggie style! Just ask Vicki, she took that balls to the wall fucking, hands pinned, and yelling encouragement all the way through it. I can yell louder though; so, when I bellowed, "Oh fuck...yes," Vicki heard me alright.

With my orgasm spewing hot splashes deep inside her, Vicki squealed, "Yes, oh fuck yes...do it, come in me!"

Well Ok, but by then it was a fait accompli, all over but the shouting! Which I did, whooping a raucous, "Yeah, oh fuck," as a final hammering flurry of fully penetrating thrusts sent a last explosive spurt deep in to my vociferous playmate.




Cheeseburgers, Vegas Style



A real gentleman, would at least have waited around long enough to kiss her, instead, I abandoned Vicki. Hey, but a man has to do what a man has to do...right, and this man needed a bathroom break-waiting was not an option! Vicki came rambling in-before I was finished mind you- looking perturbed, and insisting, "Hurry it up buster! If we don't get a move on, we're going to Miss Leslie!" I didn't know what the rush was, I'd checked, and we still had a good half hour. That was, assuming Leslie's john used his full two hours, and for $3,000, I sure as Hell would have! Anyway, we used that half hour to clean-up and even straightened up the room. , We were getting dressed, when I caught Vicki looking at me with this puzzled expression. "I think that I get it now," she told me. "You and Leslie like to play; so, you actually like it when she plays hot and nasty with another guy! And the money doesn't matter at all, well, except...well no; it probably doesn't matter to that Texan either! Oh fuck...and he doesn't have a clue; it's like the jokes on him! Wow, but it's a damn expensive joke though!"

"Right, but I bet the bastard got his money's worth...yeah, some joke," I answered. Then, as I pulled her in to my arms for a heartfelt hug, I told her, "Hey now, don't forget it goes both ways...and with Leslie, I do mean both ways!" Then as we headed for the door, I added a bemused, "Lets move it baby," patted her ass, and teased, "Right "just wait until you see how fucking excited she gets telling us all the gory details! Better watch out, she'll be hornier then a cat in heat!"

Predictably, Vicki thought that was pretty funny, her chuckled, "Oh yeah, that sure scares me," adding a challenging, "Maybe it's Leslie who better watch out...lover, you've barely even warmed this girl up!"

Four:

Vicki and I were still on our first cocktail, when Leslie came sauntering in to the bar. Spotting us, she flung her arms in to the air, and broke in to the biggest shit-eating grin I'd ever seen. Heads whipped around, and I remembered...uh-huh, short skirt, no panties...right; don't throw your arms in to the air. After that eyeball popping tease, what did Leslie do for an encore? Well, she dashed across the bar, leaned over, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Gee, maybe I should have stood up! Instead, I returned her kiss, wondering just how much of her tasty little ass was on display. The sizzle in that kiss, and the mischief blazing in her eyes, were all the warning I needed; well that, and seeing the passionately returned, smoking hot kiss she laid on Vicki! Oops, Vicki hadn't bothered to stand up either. Guess what; there was a lot more on display then my adventurous wife's bare ass!

"Drink up", Leslie ordered. "Come on; let's move this show up to our suite! We can order some champagne, and then I'll tell you two what went down! Oh my God it was just so...unreal!" Then, like it was nothing more then an afterthought, half the bar heard her say, "Hurry it up...my poor clit's going to melt down if it doesn't get some attention! Let's roll, move it already!"

Taking Vicki by the hands, Leslie pulled her to her feet. That blonde got kissed, and there was nothing chaste about it; oh Hell no, there should have been smoke pouring from their lips! Leslie stepped back, chuckling nastily, while poor Vicki stood their looking stunned. Shameless and utterly uninhibited, she can't help it; I mean, Leslie just naturally loves playing to an audience! Shaking my head, I watched a grin blossom as she swept her eyes around the bar. Satisfied, she took Vicki's hand and led her out of the bar, headed toward the bank of elevators. Me...well, I was the grinning fool paying the tab and hurrying to catch up.

I pushed the button, hoping the elevators would be there. Luckily, the doors slid open, interrupting the ladies scandalous behavior-actually, I'd been afraid someone would throw a bucket of cold water on them! I got them onboard; and voila, Leslie had Vicki's top pulled up, exposing that luscious pair of 38-C's. That's, of course, before the elevator doors were even half closed. At least we were alone; well, other then the possibility of that hidden security camera! Fine, so while Vicki giggled, I watched Leslie's wickedly flicking tongue ravish those beauties. Then, as the doors began to slide open, proving great, or at least equally perverted minds think alike, Leslie pulled Vicki's top right off over her head!

Laughing and waving her trophy, Leslie backed down the hall. Not about to let herself be upstaged, Vicki slipped out of her skirt. Tossing it to me, and with Leslie looking on hungrily, she did a saucy hip churning strut down the long hall. No big deal...it's not as if she was naked! Nope, she was wearing stiletto-heeled pumps, and a sly, and very suggestive smile after all! Bring it on, I thought, this is going to be epic!

I got the door open, and was lucky not to have been trampled! Leslie charged past, leading Vicki by the hand. Jabbing a finger at the sand colored canvas barrel chair sitting beside a gleaming black and chrome end table, Leslie whooped, "Yippee," drew out an, "OK," then commanded, "Vicki darling, move it...I want your pretty ass in that chair!"

Without taking her eyes off Vicki, she pointed to the phone, and ordered me to "Order...snacks, and buster don't forget the Champagne!" Then, while I reached for the phone, her sexy purr informed us that, "I'm horny, but before we take care of little old me...well, this bitch wants a taste of something besides some man's jutting bit of equipment, and the product of his hairy balls! Oh...and gosh, then I suppose I'll just have to tell my dirty little story...won't I!"

Not surprisingly, Leslie was naked, and that's before I'd finished dialing room service! Uh-huh, then even impressing me, the impetuous tart had Vicki screaming her way through an orgasm, while I was still on the phone ordering! I had to say something...right; so I told the girl taking my order, "Don't mind that screaming...ah, my friends are just a little horny...oops, I mean hungry!"

Honest, I don't mind playing voyeur! That doesn't mean I didn't want to strip down, and settle in between my orally fixated wife's legs. Only...well Hell, I figured someone should be dressed when room service showed up! Still, I could do more then just spectate-damn straight! Right...and kneeling beside Leslie allowed me to do more then simply admire the wicked things her lips, a rapier like tongue, and a trio of twisting fingers were doing. Those pistoning fingers glistened, wet with Vicki's juices; but then, mine were just as wet, drenched and slippery with Leslie!

While I lightly stroked Leslie's velvety soft labia, briefly dipping in to her slippery center, and OK, occasionally teasing a noticeably aroused clit, she went right on rapidly spiraling hard thrusts up in to Vicki. I figured Leslie's fingers were working over Vicki's G-spot, her head bobbing, the flicking tip of her tongue tattooing the protruding tip of a darkly swollen clit. Then, with her breath coming in chest heaving gasps, Vicki braced her feet on Leslie's shoulders, thigh muscles flexing as she bucked under Leslie's sensual, two pronged assault. Snared, and I was betting, about to be catapulted in to orgasmic orbit, Vicki's legs strained, back arching as her head whipped from side to side, her wordless cries guttural.

Leslie looked up, her throaty snickers almost a chuckle, and did something I'd seen her do before-not that that made it any less incredible! Reaching out, and using just a fingertip, she pushed back the clitoral hood. Now if she'd used her tongue...but no; instead, she closed her lips around a distended nub of blood suffused clit. Still working between Leslie's thighs, my hand was on autopilot. Damn straight...because I could see Leslie's cheeks working as she sucked, treating Vicki's clit like a miniature penis. That nasty bit of sensual daring-do left Vicki whimpering, and pleading, "Yes...yes...yes...oh god, more...don't stop!"

Leslie's hand stopped pistoning, and I just knew that trio of fingers were busily massaging the swollen tautly stretched bump that was Vicki's inner clitoris. An inarticulate cry bubbling out of her throat, Vicki's body went rigid, her ass hovering a foot above the canvas seat of her chair. Shivers shuddering through her body, Vicki's cries echoed off the walls-and that goes double for her, solitary, drawn out, "Oh fuck...I'm cuming!"

Vicki was slumped in the chair, breathless, but grinning, when a snickering Leslie teased, "Hey darling, want some more?" Vicki managed a wicked little snicker, which earned her, "Well then...you can just keep right on screaming until room service shows up...OK?"

Then, with Vicki shrieking, "No, oh God...no, not yet," Leslie wrapped her arms around her protesting lover's thighs, pinned her down, and went right back to work.

Leslie rocked her hips, reminding me that I still had a hand lazily playing between her thighs. Oops, honestly, I'd been engrossed , hooked by the erotic sight of Leslie's tongue flicking over Vicki's still dramatically exposed clit; well that, and by the vision of getting my tongue wielding wife off before room service showed. Inspired, the same two fingers that had been tag-teaming Leslie's sweet inner spot, teamed up on her poor defenseless clit. Her hips moved rhythmically, bouncing her flaming, silkily smooth wetness against my open palm. Well hell, time really does slip-slide away when you're having fun! Because...wham-o, just about the time Leslie started cuming all over my hand...uh-huh, the suite's doorbell started dingdonging. Obviously, my orgasmicly inclined wife hadn't heard it; because, when I stumbled to my feet, she blistered me with a scathing, "hey, come back here...oh you bastard, you better be planning to fuck me!"

Bastard, who me? How opportune, my hand was drenched with her slippery juices! Uh-huh, and when it's delivering a cracking swat to a bare ass, a wet hand always adds a delightful emphasis-especially to a smartass's bare ass! Well, Leslie ignored both my, "Hold that thought darling," and a pair of ass reddening swats, seemingly content to blow, what must have felt like an icy wind across the red-hot bulb of Vicki's still visibly puffed-up clit. Ah well, I headed for the door, hoping we weren't about to give some poor room service waiter a heart attack.

I played it...what else, cool! Right, as if the guy pushing the cart wasn't going to notice the erotic tableau he'd just walked in to! It really was comical. Mumbling, "Oh fuck," His face lit up, glowing red as a traffic light's. Understandably, the goggle-eyed guy never took his eyes off that surreal spectacle. Earning good driver points, he managed not to crash his cart, and actually got it maneuvered over to the suite's small dining table. A true professional, he actually began to set-up the table. He was hard at it too, right up until Vicki...well, just went off!

It's not as if Leslie was putting on a show...oh no! Sure, it's just a coincidence that her new position, off to one side and up on her knees, gave us a wide open and wide angle look at her clit stroking thumb, and it's accompanying trio of rapidly pistoning fingers! Staring, with about one hundred and ten percent of his focus on that admittedly riveting sight, the foolhardy, fumble fingered kid actually tried to open a bottle of Champagne. Putting a quick end to that folly, I pulled it out of his hands, advising, "Whoa there, let me...those things can be dangerous!" Really, they can be-and I can prove it! Once upon a time, at an office party, a popped cork broke a fluorescent tube. One end of it fell, its jagged edge spearing my secretary's foot. OK, so the emergency room staff had trouble swallowing it too-but it really happened!

It hadn't taken Leslie long to turn Vicki's ecstatic cries in to breathlessly panted moans of sensual satisfaction. Then, who knows, maybe Leslie decided on an appetizer. Whatever, I didn't open that bottle either! Nope, because my spotlight-loving wife took her time, sensuously licking every glistening drop of Vicki's wetness off her fingers. It didn't leave our gawking waiter exactly speechless, inarticulate, but not speechless! Still, his, "Oh shit...oh fuck...wow," did come out as a hushed whisper. Shaking his head, he blew out a long breath, and added an obviously sincere, "Oh fuck, I just do not believe that...but man, talk about hot!" Then, remembering he was on the job he asked, "Gosh, hey, are you sure...I can open that!"

Reading his name tag, I said, "Hey Bobby, you can do the honors," and handed him that bottle of bubbly. "But, just for the ladies," I told him, and headed for the suite's bar and a cold bottle of Sierra Nevada. By the time he poured, Leslie was sitting on Vicki's lap, both of them looking way to cute as they exchanged guarded whispers. I leaned against the bar; sure, something was brewing in my nasty minded wife's fertile imagination. Anyway, bobby finished setting the table, topped off the lady's glasses, nodded to me, and began pushing his cart towards the door. When I called, "Hey Bobby...thanks guy," he turned, and I flipped him a black hundred-dollar chip. Why not; after all, it was coming out of Leslie's earnings!

Bobby thanked me with a nod, gave the ladies a wistful smile and a sighing, "Wow...really, you two are something else...ah, well...thanks!" Then, as if it was nothing more then a polite afterthought, he added, "Hey, call if you need anything...anything at all! Ask for bobby, I'm on till 5:00."

I'd been expecting something, and... Sure enough, Leslie stopped him in his tracks, with a throatily purred, yet commanding, "Whoa there good looking! Anything...well gosh, I want something...does that count?" Then, she slid off Vicki's lap, and stood facing him. Naked, and looking dangerously seductive, she nailed the poor kid with a chilly, "That's if you've got balls big enough to match that bulge in your pants!" Then, while Vicki tittered, and I watched in awestruck wonder, she walked right up to him, wrapped her arms around the stunned looking guy's neck, and kissed him full on the mouth. I had trouble believing it! Oh sure, he returned her kiss alright, but the silly boy needlessly kept his hands to himself. Leaning back, hands on his shoulders, she challenged, "So...what do you say...want to play?"

Good looking...well, honestly I hadn't noticed. OK sure, Bobby was young, maybe twenty-five, lean, fit, and sporting the sort of cultivated bad boy look that usually leaves Leslie snickering-uh-huh, and interested! When I looked, sure enough, the bastard sported a bulge big enough to match his definitely cocky grin. While I'd been making that belated appraisal, Leslie had been whispering in his ear-and she sure as Hell hadn't been keeping her hands to herself! All that whispering left me thinking, huh...curiouser and curiouser!

Hey, it was Leslie; so I'd been expecting her to slide to her knees. Instead, she stepped back; stopped to fire a grin loaded with mischievous intent my way, then nailed Vicki with one that came along with a wicked little snicker. She spun back to face bobby. Radiating an erotic sensuality that blazed with the heat of molten lava, she posed, chin up, head slightly tilted, hip shot, knee bent, hands poised on her hips, eyes demanding, "Well," and...waited.

Looking confused, and more then a little nervous, the poor guy shot me a beseeching look. Well sure, I wanted him to go for it, so I flashed him a big grin and a thumbs up sign. It was enough, and that cocky smirk was firmly in place, when he turned back to face Leslie. When he told her, "OK sure call me nuts, but yeah, I'm in," I wondered if he had any idea. I decided, not bloody likely! 

Bobby reached in to his pocket and pulled out that black chip. Then he flipped that chip like a coin; only, it was Leslie who snatched it out of the air. She slapped it down on her forearm, peeked, and announced, "Awesome, Vicki wins!" OK, but then she curtly ordered, "Well now...down on your knees bitch!"

Bitch...well, that had me wondering! Meanwhile, Leslie had flipped that chip again, calling, "heads Brian chooses, tails and its Bobby!" Then, gleefully whooping, we have a winner," she led Bobby over to where Vicki waited on her knees.

Something wasn't kosher, but it took me a moment to puzzle it out. Then I got it! Right, the game was rigged, and Leslie was calling the shots! Who cared; not me, besides, whatever Leslie was up too, it was bound to be one Hell of a show-I was sure of it! Anyway, by the time I worked that out, she'd moved around behind Bobby.

Ignoring Vicki, Leslie watched me, chuckling as she reached around, her practiced fingers quickly freeing that part of his bulge swelling anatomy. Like a Jack-in-the-box, it popped out, almost slapping Vicki's face, and all she did was suck in a sharp gasp. Leslie, on the other hand, squealed, blurting out an excited, "Oh fuck!" Why not; after all, she had a fist wrapped around, what looked to me like nine inches of fat trouser snake.

I was watching Leslie slowly pump her fist up and down the thick length of her captured prize. Then, with a whole lot of bobby jutting out past her fist, she nudged him forward, coaxing, "Come on...let's give her a taste!" Another sharp pelvic thrust nudged Bobby forward, driving him in to Vicki's mouth, leaving Leslie's fist pressed against her lips. Relinquishing her fistful of Bobby, she growled, "Yeah...now, let's feed my bitch the rest of that big thing!" I expected my enthusiastic wife to give one bump, with enough behind it to bury bobby to the hilt. But no...instead, one bump at a time, she sent inch after thick inch sliding deep in to Vicki's mouth. Those bumps stopped with Vicki's lips out of sight, hidden in Bobby's fly; which meant, a big piece of the lucky guy had pushed in to, and then right on through her mouth, and on in to her throat. Leslie chuckled, impish delight flashing in her eyes, then asked, "Well OK then...it's your call big boy! Brian says she's pretty good; and, I could order her to prove it! Or, if you'd like, I can order her to bend over and grab her ankles! It's your call!"

I'd been expecting it, so wasn't surprised when that poor unsuspecting kid-as if-gave me another questioning look. That time I told him, "Hell yes, you better believe their serious! It's your lucky day; so go for it!"

Lets see now , he'd been given a green light, he had a naked and gorgeous blonde on her knees in front of him, and oh yeah, there was a naked, raven haired vixen draped around his neck. Gosh, no wonder the kid's smirk was back! Then, in a move I admired, he turned his head, and found Leslie's waiting mouth. Honestly, its Vicki's fault that kiss was so short! Really, it was; because, no way can a guy concentrate on kissing one girl, at least not when another one's pistoning her lips up and down his full hard length anyway! He was looking down at Vicki, taking her mouth with short hard thrusts of his hips, when he declared- and that's emphatically, "Are you nuts? I'd sure have to be, if I passed up a chance to bang someone so smoking hot! Oh Hell yes, you better believe I'm going to fuck her!"

Her enthusiasm unmistakable, Leslie cried an exultant, "Yes...oh my god," and ordered Vicki to assume the position. Vicki quickly complied, and just as quickly, Bobby stepped up, impaling her with one powerfully delivered lunge. He took her like a man with somewhere to be, and considering he was on the job...maybe, he did! Whatever, he didn't last long, just long enough for Leslie to bring me up to date. So, while Bobby fired a rapid-fire salvo of ass slapping thrusts in to Vicki, Leslie explained, "Don't sweat it! Vic and I are just playing...and, oh my God, you're not going to believe this! That blonde getting her brains fucked out told me she likes it rough...and, I'm not talking just the occasional spanking either! Nope, she likes to play it submissive...oh Hell yes, and likes being dominated...you know, but just for fun!"




Cheeseburgers, Vegas Style



How had I missed it! Oh sure, looking back I suppose there just might have been a couple of clues I'd missed-but hey, I'd been somewhat preoccupied! Poor Leslie, she barely had time to do any cheerleading, before Bobby blasted through the point of no return...going, well, just freaking berserk! The kid had been taking Vicki hard, twisting vicious jabs up in to her. Then, a man on a mission he was slamming in one fully penetrating thrust after another, savagely yanking her hips back to meet those hammering thrusts. Hard at it, he drove home a final flurry of frenzied jabs, bellowing, "Oh fuck...yeah...oh fuck," and then a final, almost primal, "Fuck...yes!"

Whatever...OK, so I applauded, I was just being a good sport! Right and when Bobby staggered away from Vicki; naturally, with out him to hold her up, she collapsed in a heap. No worries, it was Leslie to the rescue! My hero, she helped Vicki up, and even took the time to give her a sweet little kiss. Sure, then she spun away, and dropped to her knees in front of Bobby. Still playing the helpful heroine, my bodacious wife actually tucked Bobby away! Sure she did, right after she'd swallowed nine inches of Vicki drenched bobby whole. Although, that was only after that wicked tongue of hers had flicked out, collecting the lingering traces of bobby's eruption.

Playing the gallant, bobby topped off the ladies glasses, managed to contain his smirk as he piled on the praise, then wrapped things up with a bow...and a annoyingly effusive, but surprisingly sincere sounding thank you! Finally, that exceedingly lucky young room service waiter made it to the door. Then, almost playing it too cool, he called back, "Seriously...I mean hey, you guy's really know how to have fun! Don't forget, I'm working all night! Call, if there's anything you need...ask for Bobby, and I'll be right up!"

Five:

Vicki was off, restoring her luscious body to its proper state of pristine perfection. Leslie and I were sitting at the suite's small bar, her staring at her flute of Champagne as if she couldn't quite decide if it was half-full, or half empty. Me, well Hell, there wasn't any doubt at all, my bottle of Sierra Nevada was nothing but empty. Well, I solved Leslie's dilemma by-what else-filling her glass. Then, I popped the top off another bottle of cold brew. That's about when Vicki popped up beside Leslie , and just in time to hear her remind me that our town didn't allow totally nude dancing, with or with out a pole; and, that no, she wasn't really interested in turning pro, on or off stage-bummer, huh!.

Vicki stood their, looking back and forth between us; and then, she just burst out laughing. "Oh my God," she sputtered. "You two are unbelievable...but hey, you sure do know how to have fun! That poor boy isn't going to forget that tip any time soon...doubt it!"

I didn't suppose he would, and just the thought of that wickedly delivered fuck had me reaching for our blonde headed playmate. Vicki snuggled soft warm curves against me, her sweet kiss bubbling with eager enthusiasm. Then, our blonde headed playmate kissed Leslie-only, that one took longer! She was still snuggled in Leslie's embrace, when she sighed, and asked, "Hey Brian, Have you got a quarter?"

"What, why," a puzzled Leslie queried, and asked, "What would you need with a quarter?"

"Well...if I had a quarter to flip, then I'd be able to figure out which one of you is the best," was her giggled response.

It's not as if my erotically uninhibited wife isn't used to rave reviews, but she was beaming, when she said, "Hey Brian, I think she likes us!" Well duh, she'd made that pretty clear; not that that stopped Leslie from adding, "Yeah, I like a girl with good taste...especially one whose can't wait to be our submissive little sex toy! Uh-huh, and I'll tell you what, if I wasn't half starved, the little bitch would already be down on her knees...wouldn't you darling?"

Vicki was apparently, about to demonstrate an obviously affirmative answer, when Leslie-uncharacteristically to say the least-stopped her from going to her knees with a curt, "Later darling...I meant it! Seriously, this bitch is starving...so, let's eat!"

With Vicki in tow, Leslie started for the table. Lagging behind, where of course the view was spectacular, only earned me a sharp, "Hey there lover boy, hubba-hubba! Pop open another bottle of Champagne, we ladies are thirsty! Then, while we eat, I'm going to tell you the story...oh my God; you're not going to believe it!"

I popped open that second bottle, and was pouring when Leslie lifted the cover off her plate. Sure Leslie had only suggested Champagne and snacks, with the emphases on Champagne! Naturally, assuming we were about to work up a serious apatite, I'd ordered something just a bit heartier. Hey, and despite Leslie's snarled, "you've got to be kidding," and Vicki's derisive snickering, I'm standing by my choice of cheeseburgers and fries. Sorry Jimmy...no pickle, but I did have a cold bottle of beer handy! Huh, could that be what he had in mind with, Cheeseburger in Paradise? Let's see now...it's me, a sumptuous Las Vegas suite, two beautiful, sensual, erotically uninhibited playmates...right, I'm sticking with paradise-hell, and that's not even considering the cheeseburger and cold beer!

Well, we settled in, dug in, and an amused Sounding Leslie started her story.

"First off, I'm betting none of those other girls ever had much to say. His name is Roy, by the way, and you were right, he's from Texas alright...yahoo, go cowboy! And, oh my God, he's a character alright, the perfect stereotype...! You guys saw the hat and boots...well, he talks like he'd been born wearing the damn things! For damn sure, it's the first time I've been banged by some bozo wearing a Stetson!"

Ok, so I was trying to picture it. Yup, I could see it alright, him on his knees, holding tight to a hand full of Leslie's mane, whipping her flanks with that hat, and yelling "yippee," while he pounded in to her! I didn't say anything-didn't need to! Nope, Leslie shot me down with a withering glower, and rode on!

"Oh he was nice enough, big grins, big laugh, loud, and definitely in charge! Well OK, so he'd paid the big bucks, and he knew what he wanted...oh boy, did he ever! It was wham-bam, and then pow; he was handing out another order! Gads, and to think that I'd been worried about having to keep things moving along...no way!

Never mind all that! Well, we got to his room, and OK, it's fucking cavernous, and he says, 'I want you naked little lady;' and then, he headed straight for the bar. 'Champagne,' he asks, 'That pretty little blonde said that's all you drink!' Then, I swear, he filled a freaking water glass with jack Daniel's, and chugged half of it! Then, he pulled this huge wad of bills out of his pocket. He's swigging Jack, staring at me, and slapping bills down on the bar. Now, that was embarrassing! Anyway, it was almost a relief when he ordered, 'On your knees now, you're gonna blow this cowboy! Yup, were a gonna see what you can do with a real Texas sized cock!'

It was priceless! He's standing there, looking like John Wayne, and I'm struggling to undo this gigantic belt buckle. I got the bastard unzipped, and yanked his pants down...yeah, and I'm guessing the other girls left this part out...huh, Vicki? Because, he's freaking hung! Honest to God, he's bigger then Brian, fuck that, he's bigger then Bobby! Well, I wasn't about to ask, but I bet it was at least ten inches long ...only, it was sort of skinny!"

Vicki interrupted, clapping and sputtering laughter as she said, "Oh wow, damn straight, none of them ever mentioned that! Too bad...thick is way better then long!"

"Uh-huh," confirmed my giggling wife, gesturing at the Champagne bottle, as she added a mischievous, "But then, give me long and thick...uh-huh, and give it to me hard!

I poured, and listened to Leslie explain, "OK, so I'm kneeling there, teasing, flicking and licking that thing's big head, and he grabs hold of my head! Yeah, so I'm thinking oho! And wham-o, it's in my mouth, and he's pushing it in deeper...only, real slow! Fuck, half that thing must have been in my throat! Hey, piece of cake...yeah, I showed the silly bastard!"

I couldn't help it; the smartass lurking in me took over, and I jumped in! "Let me, I know how this part goes," I started, dodging Leslie's playful swipes, and teasing her with a taunting, "You batted his hands away, put yours behind your back...then, just the way you love doing, you fucked that cowboy's big thing with your mouth! I'm just wondering...was he yelling, 'Yahoo,' and waving his hat?"

With a dismissive sniff, and a haughty, "of course," Leslie resumed her bawdy tale. "As I was saying...Roy's pants were down around his boots, and I had the fool deep-throated. Yeah, so then, I collected a Texas sized handful of his Texas sized balls. Well, they ended up in my mouth...naturally! I'm looking up, giving him my big wide eyed, little Ms Innocent look, and that's when he tells me, ' Little girl...you've been practicing some! Damn, now I'm really gonna hate cutting this short; but what the Hell, I'm the one paying, now aren't I! And right now, what I want is to fuck those pretty titties!'

I'm telling you, that's the first time I'd ever sucked some guy, while I used my tits to jack him off! Actually, it was kind of fun! Well it was, until I opened my eyes, wondering where the fuck it'd gone; and there it was, yeah, in his hand! Uh-huh, and I knew what was coming! Yeah, and being such a good little whore, I leaned back, pushed my tits up, and practically begged him to drench my tits! Oh sure, but of course, he had other ideas! So I'm thinking oho, again, because he's just told me, 'now, I'm gonna really like this part!' Yeah, and he's really pumping away, when he says, "yup, this cowboys gonna blow a whole lot of spunk all over that pretty face of yours!'

Well now, I figured I could go him one better! And oh well, God, I swear I've never worn so much of the gooey stuff! He just kept on stroking, and kept on shooting, and the fucker never missed either! Uh-huh, and he was laughing while I swept it up with my fingers, but not like he thought it was funny...no what I mean? Yeah, but he sure wasn't laughing when I licked the damn stuff off my fingers, oh Hell no!

Maybe if I'd been in good old Roy's boots, I wouldn't have been laughing either-wait, I had been...yeah, and I hadn't laughed then either! Vicki, on the other hand, seemed to think her, "ugg, not my idea of finger licking good," was worth a tittering giggle! In any case, it didn't stop her from telling a clearly exasperated Leslie, "Oops, sorry Leslie, but I was thinking about Brian! The darling made sure I swallowed...and, well actually, he made sure I didn't have to swallow most of it! Jesus, it was half way down my throat, and spurting like a fire hose!"

"What, isn't that what you wanted," I quipped. Then, I reminded her that, "Gosh baby, maybe I plugged it in, but you held on to my ass like you wanted to make sure I didn't pull out...uh-huh, at least not before you'd drained me dry!" Vicki called me a beast-go figure! Sure, but it was my wife who gave my arm a playful slap. "He does seem to get a real kick out of doing that," she told her, before suggesting, "Now, can I get on with my silly story, so we can get back to some real fun and games?"

Acknowledging our silent nods with a sarcastic, "Uh-huh, thought so," Leslie told us, "Well, then we practiced our drinking for a little while, him guzzling Jack, and oops, I guess I did polish off that bottle of Champagne...oh well! Now if it's OK with you two, I'll just skip the boring stuff, and cut to the chase...OK? Right, well eventually, he got around to ordering me to kneel on the sofa..., which was real leather by the way! Anyway, he tells me, 'I'm just gonna sit right here and watch you play with your pretty pussy!'

Well I did! And, I made sure that cowboy got to see a whole lot more of me then he had back at the club! Gosh, and would you believe it, I even tweaked loose an orgasm? Only, naturally the entire time I'm expecting him to come swaggering up behind me! No problem, hey, by then I was sort of looking forward to getting that Texas sized thing slammed in to me! Only he didn't, and there I was, well on my way to catching up with another one...And, of course, that's when he comes swaggering up! Only, are you ready for this...he drops to his knees and, oh my God, he starts rimming me! Seriously, that machismo sprouting cowboy was down on his knees doing...well, that! Hey, but who cares, he had a big tongue, and oh my god, he wasn't afraid to use it! Well I figured, if the ballsy sweetheart could do that, well then, I could put on a little show of my own! And I really hammed it up too! Seriously, I had myself spread wide-open, was fingering my clit, and screaming shit like, more, stick it in deep, yeah-take it, come on now, give it to me! Of course, he's eating it up, and it's getting me pretty hot too, and...wham-o, I'm cuming all over myself! Fuck, I'm screaming, and he's still doing me, and what can I say...oops, I came again!"

"Yeah yeah," Vicki demanded! Then, putting a whole lot of skepticism in to it, she asked, "but really, he didn't try jamming something besides his tongue up there...really?"

I had trouble believing it too; but then, I'd seen something in my wife's smug grin, and was betting it meant he'd gotten around to it! Anyway, Leslie ignored Vicki's snide challenge, blithely explaining, "Well yeah, he could have had me that way...yeah, and not just because he'd paid for the privilege either! And besides, he liked me! Yup, he told me not to move, stood up, and grabbed hold of my hips. It was weird, well unexpected anyway, but he pushed in to me real gentle like; almost as if he'd been afraid he'd break me or something! And then, he starts banging these maddeningly slow strokes in and out of me. And, he's doing it while he's telling me I'm, 'Hot,' and 'More fun then all those other girls!' The darling actually called me his, 'Little wild thing,' yeah, right before he forgot all about that slow and easy thing! Fuck me, and for a skinny old fart, he could really pound it out! Yeah, and just like a certain smirking bastard, who better start pouring by the way, he loved ripping that monster all the way out, uh-huh, so he could pound it right back in! Gosh, good thing I like that, huh!"

As ordered, I poured more Champagne, drained that second bottle, and got up to open the lone survivor. When I turned around, Vicki was up and standing behind Leslie. She was nuzzling her neck, fingers already holding a pair of jutting nipples captive. So, figuring I better slow her down, I tactfully suggested," Hey Vicki, if you don't stop that, you're going to end up on your knees, and then we'll never hear the rest of her story! Hey, and get that nasty tongue out of her ear too!"

I ignored Leslie's hostile glare, and there blatted raspberries too. Yup, and all it took was a sharp swat to get Vicki moving. The temptation was too much; I mean hey, Leslie's nipples were just standing there, practically begging for it! Giving in, I ordered, "Don't move darling," and rolled that chilly Champagne bottle over those crinkly beauties. Leslie took it, threatened revenge, and called me a "Nasty bastard!" Then, sputtering giggles, she got back to her story.

"Spoil sport" Leslie teased, before saying, "Well OK, shit, nothing all that interesting went on for a while! Except, I guess, when He told me to tell him a story! So, oh my, gosh...Brian you don't mind that I told him all about Universal Studios, do you?"

I wasn't worried about what she told that bozo! Uh-huh, but predictably Vicki wasn't about to let her slide by with out telling that story-sorry, but that wicked tale isn't part of this story!

I had to listen patiently, working my way through two Sierra Nevada's, while Leslie gave Vicki all the gory details. I figured, with the same one's she'd fascinated good old Roy with! Leslie's wild tale held Vicki so captivated that...OK, she didn't do more then shoot me snickering glances! Oh sure, that crazy night, Leslie had turned the tables on me! Big deal, there are worse fates then being left captive in a chair, watching as three young studs take your utterly uninhibited wife, and that's every which way...and, I do mean every which way! Well OK, but I was still blushing when Leslie returned to the story of her and that well hung Texan. Looking much too self-satisfied to suit me, Leslie told us, "Well there I was telling him about being airtight for the first time; and well, the bastard cut me off! Well fine, and yeah, I blew that yahooing cowboy...again! Hey, but at least that time, I actually got to swallow...you know, instead of having to lick his goo off my fingers!

So, I've barely finished sucking him off, and I'm thinking about how freaking boring regular old vanilla sex can be! Oho, careful what you wish for; because, I swear that cowboy had to be mixing Viagra with his Jack! Seriously, I didn't even have time to finish a glass of champagne, before he got this wicked, big shit-eating grin on his face! My stomach started fluttering, and I'm thinking, here it comes! Right, and he says, 'Little lady, I've got to piss like a Texas stallion!' Well, I knew what was coming next! Sure enough, the cackling bastard tells me, 'Yup, and I'm a gonna do it all over you! Well shit, now I'm betting it won't be the first time some buckaroo's splashed it all over that pretty little body...so, what do you say little lady!'

Well...I lied, and told him that Somehow I'd missed out on that; but hey, you're calling the shots! And no, it didn't work, so don't ask! Fuck, I might as well have told him I was a virgin! I mean hey, what else could I do? So sure, I went for it, and told him, why not, lets do it...yeah, come on cowboy, lets party!

Like I said, Roy's suite was cavernous! So I guess that makes the bathroom huge! Well OK, it was freaking luxurious alright, if you go for the black marble and gold fixture look. The sunken tub was as big as a small swimming pool...no shit! Yeah, and I was kneeling in it, looking up...hey, did I tell you that he'd finally gotten naked? Anyway, I'm looking up, and he's standing there holding his limp dick...limp yeah, but damn, there was still an awful lot of it! It took him a while to get it going; but then, it was like being doused by a garden hose...only a hose that had been lying out in the sun! Jesus, I swear it was like watching one of my little brothers writing his name in the snow!"

Vicki and I were thinking the same thing-well almost the same thing! Only, it was her who blurted out, "Oh my God did he do it on your face too, and what about your hair?"

Now if I were a complete idiot, I'd have laughed; seriously, the fucker was alive...so Hell no, he hadn't spritzed her hair! Well Leslie chuckled, delivered an emphatic, "That would be...no!" Then, with a puffed out breath, she resumed her story.

"Fine; only, as they say, the rest of me was soaking in it! Awesome, so he's down to a trickle, and that's when I got up and grabbed for the hand held shower nozzle. Hey, those things are a hoot...but never mind that! There I was, about to ride that things pulsating spray in to orgasmic orbit, when Roy pulls it out of my hand! But before I could pitch a bitch, he ordered me to grab my ankles! Yeah, and that's when I noticed the bastard was hard again, and worse, there was a tube of lube in his hand. So yeah, I knew what was coming; and fuck, it sure wasn't going to be me!

Offering a little sisterly sympathy, Vicki jumped up and wrapped Leslie up in a ferocious hug. Then, suppressing a fit of the giggles, she confessed, "Really, it's not so bad! I used to have a boyfriend who sometimes liked doing that to me in the shower. Only, somehow it always ended up with him sporting a big old hard-on, yeah, and me down on my knees!"