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An Adventure in Vegas

By: sexvoyeur



Brent and Joan Evans had been longing to go on a vacation together for well over a year. Between their families, large circle of friends and demanding jobs, the two of them had all but forgotten what it was like to spend some quality time alone with each other. Finally though, opportunity fell upon them and they were both thrilled as they drove their rental car down the famous Strip in Las Vegas, Nevada.

"So, what to you want to do first?" Brent said to his wife of seven years. Glancing at her as they came to stop at a traffic light, he smiled as he had done countless times before, once again admiring her beauty. Despite these years together, he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a gorgeous woman as his wife. An Asian-Anglo mix, her face was soft and breathtakingly beautiful; her subtle brown eyes highlighted by the way her silky black hair hung loosely around the sides of her face. As for her body, she had a sultry, petite build; one that, whenever they strolled down the beach near their home together, the sight of her in a bikini had induced hundreds of men to stare at her with deep lust in their eyes. However, physically speaking anyway, there was one more additional and very special trait his wife had that almost always made him forget about the rest---her smile; it was one that never failed to make his heart skip a beat. 

Next to him, Joan was glancing back at her husband as she thought of the best way to answer his question. Before he asked however, she had been lost in thought thinking about their relationship. Whenever she looked back into their past, she could remember clearly how extremely handsome she thought Brent was the very first time she laid eyes on him. What made her fall in love with him though was the way he had never made her feel like an object, a prize or a possession as other men had treated her before. Even more, he had never failed to bring her back up whenever she was down; always provided encouragement whenever she needed it; supported her with any pursuit she wanted to make; made her feel secure; and, perhaps most importantly, had helped break her out of the protective shell that had been formed around her by her loving but often too controlling mother. The fact that Brent was ten years her senior was also a big plus because she had always felt more comfortable around older men, a result of her close relationship with her father she guessed. 

Now though, she was heavily contemplating something that had been on her mind for almost a year. Away from life's demands back home, now she was free do something different, do something she hoped would not only be new, but exciting. Still debating the best way to broach this topic with her husband, Joan continued to remain silent as Brent started moving the car further down the Strip. 

When Joan didn't respond to his question, Brent knew immediately from past experience that something was brewing in his wife's mind. Curious, he asked, "You're being quiet! What are you thinking so hard about?" After a brief pause, he then followed jokingly, "It can't be that serious! We're on vacation!"

Joan grinned knowing her husband was on to her as she said, "Well, there's several things, I just don't know what I want to do first! One thing, for sure, is I want to go to a really nice dinner with you. Two, I want to go shopping at the Forums in Caesars Palace. And three, when we get back to our hotel room later tonight, I want you to fuck me so you can give me a nice, strong orgasm!" 

Brent laughed the second he heard her third choice. He loved it whenever she made such bold statements. He never tired hearing Joan telling him she wanted to "fuck". Hearing her say she wanted to "make love" was enjoyable, too. But, "fuck" always had that extra edge to it. Reflexively, simply hearing her say it often made his penis become erect, and it did then. However, he sensed she wasn't finished. Pushing her on, he said, "And, what's number four?"

Hearing this, Joan briefly bit down on her bottom lip, something she always did whenever she was anxious, nervous or excited. After taking in a guarded breath, for some strange reason concerned how Brent's response was going to be, she replied, "Well, I've been listening to some of the girls at work talking about how much they enjoy going to strip clubs with their husbands or friends. Hearing them talk about it the way they do has made me really curious what it's like and, well, I want you to take me to one so I can find out for myself!"

Before Joan was even finished, Brent's eyebrows were raised in deep surprise. Okay, I wasn't expecting that, he thought to himself. 

Now, Joan was no saint, he knew that. Despite being the one and only man she had ever made love to and despite the strong inhibitions that had been ingrained in her from her Catholic upbringing, over the years he had seen how far Joan had broken away from the protective shell she was brought up in. During the last couple of years he thoroughly enjoyed how she had become much more open with her sexuality; how she responded more readily to fantasy or dirty talk in bed; very much enjoyed how she became more receptive to having sex in new positions or locations; admired how she had come to enjoy watching hardcore porn just as much, if not more, then he did. 

However, despite these significant changes in regards to her sexuality over the years, one thing that had never changed was how much Joan wanted to keep this aspect of her life private, very much so. In addition to this, Joan was pretty shy until she got to know you. Because of these traits, Brent didn't think Joan could ever go into a place like a strip club. Heck, she won't even go into the adult section of the video store we rent movies at, he thought to himself even further. Sitting there, between this and the realization that Joan now actually wanted him to take her to a gentlemen's club was making him speechless.

"Are you mad?" From Brent's silence, Joan feared he might be.

"What? No! No! Not at all! I'm just very surprised, that's all!" After saying this, Brent needed to draw in a deep breath due to the effects of a sudden adrenaline rush. Despite the years they had been married, he still felt a twinge of excitement whenever he discussed anything related to sex with his wife. But, the rush he was feeling now was a lot more intense then what he had become accustomed to. As he drew in another deep breath, he felt like a thousand butterflies were bouncing around in his stomach. 

"Did I upset you?" As she spoke, Joan was now thinking she should have kept her curiosity to herself.

"No! You didn't upset me at all!" Brent replied, tenderly squeezing his wife's thigh to emphasize his words. 

Joan felt comforted by this. Before she could say anything further though, Brent asked, "So, what's got you so curious about going to a strip club?"

"It's only been a couple of times but whenever the girls talk about it, they always seem to put emphasis on how exciting and sexy it is. But emphasis on how much of a turn-on it is for them and their husbands or boyfriends. I just want to see what those places are really like inside and if they're as fun as they say they are!" As she spoke, Joan felt a lustful chill just thinking about it. Continuing, she added, "You've been in one! What did you think?"

"Well, it was a long time ago! I've been in one just once and that was when I was, like, twenty-two I think. Geez, sixteen years ago!"

"Did you like it?"

"I don't know. Well, I do remember I didn't think much of it because I knew I couldn't touch or play with any of the women, so why was I torturing myself. Plus, I was single at the time and I didn't have a way of relieving the tension that built up inside me that night the way I would have preferred." After a brief pause, Brent quickly added, "In hindsight though, I can see how some people would find it erotic or sexy!"

After saying this, both Joan and Brent sat silently, thinking. For Brent, he was not only still feeling the affects of being taken aback by Joan's new curiosity, he was beginning to wonder what else Joan had been hearing from her friends at work. Because of this, he had to ask, "Now you've got me really curious! Have you been thinking about maybe dancing in a strip club or something like that too, or are you just curious to see what it would be like inside?" As he said this, he knew Joan had a body and figure that could easily be placed in a magazine like Playboy, let alone displayed in gentleman's club working as an exotic dancer if she wanted to. Shoot, he thought to himself, she would make a hell of a lot of money doing it if she ever did. 

Immediately confirming what he expected all along though, Joan replied, "No! No way! I would never dance in one! I'm just really curious, that's all! And, besides, we're in Vegas! I won't be paranoid about someone we know or some client of mine seeing me here!"

After a few seconds, barely believing he was actually saying it, barely believing what was happening, Brent said, "Okay! Let's go! It'll be fun! Besides, at least this time I know I'll be getting lucky afterward!"

Hearing this, Joan laughed, excited he said yes. However, making sure one last time, she asked, "Are you sure you really want to go, though?"

"Yeah! What's that catchphrase now? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas!"

Happily, Joan responded, "I like that!" She had heard that catch phrase before, as well. For her though, before the sun would rise the next morning, it would mean so much more.

A few hours later, after shopping, a nice dinner at The Bellagio hotel and a couple of glasses of wine, Brent and Joan finally parked their car at a place called the Penthouse Club. As Brent paid the entrance fee to get into the strip club, both were feeling nervous. Especially Joan, for she was finally going to experience something she had very much wanted to do for some time.

After entering, Brent was immediately surprised how nice it was inside. The place he remembered going to many years before was a dump, smelling like stale smoke and alcohol with average-at-best looking girls he could barely see on dimly lit stages. This club, however, was definitely high-end due to its excellent sound system, leather chairs, clean floors, attractive lighting; and even more so, the exceptionally beautiful women. 

For Joan, it was only the women that she noticed, first. She had always considered herself straight, very much so. When it came to sex, she wanted a man. She loved feeling Brent on top of her, inside her. However, during the last year or two she had become attuned to the fact that she was beginning to feel more and more curious what it would be like to have sex with another woman. But, that was all it ever was, ever would be, just curiosity. Nevertheless, she did find a woman's body beautiful and was easily turned-on by the sight of one whenever she watched an adult movie or flipped through one of Brent's Penthouse magazines. And seeing these woman now---all in various states of undress, some around her giving lap dances topless, some on a large stage about thirty feet away, completely naked---made her feel arousal in a way she had never experienced before. With the tight fitting, red mini-dress she had decided to wear this night, she soon found herself anxiously wanting to take a seat, fearful the lacey underwear she was wearing underneath might in some way allow some of the vaginal secretions she knew was now being created heavily within to escape. 

Because of this, Joan was relieved when a hostess walked up to her and Brent. Immediately though, she felt even more titillation when she saw that the woman's entire body could be easily seen through the transparent lingerie she was wearing. Holding on to Brent's arm, she listened with him as the hostess explained to them how busy the club was this night, asking if they would mind whether or not another couple could join them at their table sometime later on, if necessary. Joan felt mildly uncomfortable about this at first, but when told that if they didn't have any objections they could sit closer to the stage, she told Brent it would be okay after he asked. With that, the hostess then guided them to a table just a few feet away from the large stage that rested prominently in the middle of the club.

As Brent walked behind Joan toward their table, his eyes locked in on her backside. God she looks sexy tonight, he thought to himself. As they continued walking however, through his peripheral vision he quickly caught a number of stares being thrown directly at her. Aware of this, he asked himself silently, I wonder how many of you guys wish you could have her for yourself? And as he thought this, very secret fantasies of his started to run heavily through his mind. These thoughts quickly making him want to take a seat as well, wanting to do so in order to hide what he knew was rapidly going to be a visible bulge in his pants.

For the moment, the table at which they were seated was empty. After ordering drinks, they both then began to look around. Smiling, Brent glanced to his right so he could watch a couple of woman as they performed lab dances in the midst of a large number of male patrons seated in the club. As he did so though, he again discovered a number of stares being directed toward his wife. Again, the knowledge of this, that men were still looking at her, admiring her even after she was seated, knowing what they were likely thinking, knowing what they were probably wanting, it all excited him even more. 

For Joan, sitting next to Brent, her complete focus was on the stage to her left. On it, only about four feet from where she sat was a woman who looked to be nineteen years old at the most. Completely nude, the young brunette was dancing, using a pole for support as she twirled around it like an acrobat; occasionally highlighting her seductive performance by grinding her exquisite body directly against it in what was a purposeful, extremely provocative display. 

Mesmerized, Joan admired the dancer's performance for the next five minutes or so, gradually becoming acutely aware that her own nipples were hardening as she continued to watch. At one point, feeling her face flush when her eyes unexpectedly locked with the dancer's, her jaw dropping when the woman continued to stare directly at her as she slid her back slowly down the length of the pole, purposefully spreading her thighs apart as she did so, her act fully exposing her femininity in a way Joan knew instinctively was meant for her alone to see. A few seconds later though, she found herself covering her mouth in shock when the dancer reached down and began to playfully tap her vagina purposely for Joan to watch even further, the act causing a ring pierced through one of the dancer's labia to sparkle like a diamond.

Fortunately for Brent, he too caught the last minute or two of the dancer's performance, greatly admiring how she was teasing his wife. Noticing Joan's face now had a sharp pink hue, he asked, "Are you doing okay?"

Caught staring wide-eyed at the dancer, Joan giggled. Looking at her husband, she smiled and said simply, "Yeah! I'm fine!"

"So, what do you think? Do you like?" As Brent asked, he thoroughly enjoyed seeing the flushed look on Joan's face.

"I know we just got here, but, I really like it! The girls at work were right, these places are hot!" As she said this, Joan leaned into Brent taking hold of his upper arm, pressing her body against his.

Liking this, Brent responded. "I thought your friends said these places were 'sexy'?"

Smiling, Joan looked directly into her husband's eyes and said, "Hot is my word! Sexy somehow isn't good enough!"

Hearing this, Brent was surprised, especially given the short period of time they had been in the club. But, he loved her response. 

For the next thirty minutes or so, both watched a number of different dancers as they performed on the stage; breaking away on occasion to admire a particular performer they liked watching a little earlier as she later mingled in the audience behind them, watching even closer when the dancer provided what looked to be a very titillating lab dance for a patron who happily forked over the twenty dollar fee. In time though, Brent caught the same hostess that had guided him and Joan to their table coming toward them with another couple. Watching them as they approached, Brent saw that the man of the party looked to be in his early fifties, the woman in her late thirties. Both were very attractive with nice bodies, the man wearing an expensive business suit, the woman a sexy yet conservative dress. When the hostess reached their table, Brent stood and the couples introduced themselves. Then, after exchanging pleasantries, all of them sat down. After a few seconds of awkward silence followed, the older gentleman broke the discomfort, asking, "We haven't seen you two here before! Are you both visiting Vegas from out of town?"

"Yes, we are! We're from Los Angeles!" Brent replied. 

With that said, the couples started to chat, initially discussing such things as their careers, home, the usual getting-to-know-someone-new kind of conversations people have. As time passed, Brent and Joan quickly found themselves becoming very comfortable around them. In fact, both soon found they very much enjoyed their company. For Brent and Joan, they enjoyed hearing about Stephen's work as a trial lawyer who specialized in going after corrupt HMOs, and Stacey's work as a manager at a very renowned restaurant at a high-end hotel on the Strip. For Stephen and Stacey, they were intrigued listening to Brent discussing his work a television news producer, and Joan's work as a clothing designer. As the minutes continued to drift by, all would be surprised when they learned an hour-and-a-half had rolled off the clock.

As the group conversed for another hour, comfort levels among the four continued to increase steadily allowing the frankness and intimacy of their discussion to expand even further. Inspired by their surroundings, and with the help of alcohol, the group's focus gradually turned toward more risqué topics. Initially, tame curiosities like how each couple first met, first kisses, etc. were discussed. It was one of the women, however, who was the first to ask a much more intimate question, taking things to a higher level when Stacey asked, "So you two, how old were each of you when you lost your virginity?"

Although Joan had thus far opened up to the new couple more then he would have ever predicted, Brent still had a strong feeling his wife would to be very hesitant or perhaps even unwilling to answer Stacey's question. Because of this, he quickly responded in an attempt to avoid an awkward moment at the table, saying, "It wasn't by choice but I was eighteen when I lost mine. I was probably the only guy from my high school that didn't lose his virginity before graduation. In fact, they probably have a plaque with my name on it somewhere in my old school because it seemed like everybody was doing it except me!"

Hearing this, everyone laughed. 

"How was your first experience when it did happen?" Stacey followed.

"It was fun! Before I changed majors in college, I was in sports medicine. At a convention in Albuquerque, New Mexico of all places, I met a student there who was a few years older then me. At first, when she learned about my virginity from a friend of mine she teased me about it all day. But, that night, she took it from me!" After a brief pause, Brent then added, "It was a great first experience!" 

Smiling, Stacey said, "From the grin on your face, it looks like it was!"

Now her turn, Joan usually would have been resistant in continuing with such a conversation, especially with two people whom she had just met. But, with alcohol flowing through her veins lowering her guardedness, not to mention the strong arousal she was feeling, still very much aware of what was commencing around her, she surprised even herself when she dove into the topic at hand and responded, "Brent was my first! The night we got married!" After a brief pause, she followed, "He's my first and only!"


An Adventure in Vegas Ch. 02



Author's note: This story is a continuation of "An Adventure in Vegas". For those of you like myself who enjoy character development, you might like to read that adventure first before diving into this one. Warning: This fictional story does contain descriptions of sexual relationships amongst consenting adults outside the boundaries of marriage. I say this because I don't want to offend anyone. Thank you to all of those who have read my stories in the past and will be reading this one now! I hope you enjoy! 

The Heat Rises in Vegas

Joan began to feel the first pains of guilt when she started walking with Stephen, holding his hand shyly as he guided her toward a stairway that would lead them downstairs where each expected to find their spouse's; the two most important people in their lives having been left behind an hour earlier. After reaching the main floor---which served as the social area for the swingers club they were in, a place Joan never even dreamed of stepping into when this night first began---Joan fell silent, consciously fighting back tears when she saw her husband sitting about twenty feet away from her. When she saw him smiling broadly at her the moment she caught his eye though, it was then that the feelings of guilt hit her with full force. Feeling more and more ashamed that she had just had sex with another man, the shame climbing even higher knowing full well that she had savored every second of it, all she wanted to do at that moment was flee. Frozen where she stood however, all she could do was pray that her husband would one day forgive her when the time came for her to confess what she had done.

For her husband Brent, when he saw his wife stepping away from the stairs, he was glowing inside. Looking at her now, he could still see her completely naked, her beautiful legs wrapped tightly around the back of Stephen's thighs as he fucked her; remember again the mask of ecstasy on her face as she willingly kept her legs spread widely apart, allowing only the second man in her life to touch and taste her pussy, losing count how many times this man both had met for the first time this night could so easily bring about the happily familiar look that always fell upon her face whenever she was in the midst of cumming; see again, something that would always stand out for him, Stephen's buttock muscles contracting sharply each time he thrust his penis hard into his wife's sex, her feet flapping back and forth by the way he had forced her legs to rest high on his shoulders so he could penetrate her deeply, nothing but bliss present on Joan's face as he did so. With these visions burning on the forefront of his mind, as he continued to stare lovingly at her, he could feel his manhood getting hard again despite the fact he had already cum twice himself this amazing night. 

Quickly though, as well as he knew his wife Brent sensed Joan was now struggling heavily trying to cope with the aftermath of what she had just done. For as long as he could remember, he had fantasized about watching her having sex with another man and he could barely believe it even now that it had actually happened, especially given the fact that everything that had transpired this night was completely unplanned and unexpected. And because his wife's infidelity was such an intensely beautiful thing to witness, because it had been such a mind blowing rush for him to observe, he knew he would have to act quickly if there was ever a chance for something like it to happen again. Acting on this, he swiftly walked over to her and said softly, "Sweetheart, don't feel bad! Please, don't! I know what happen and I want you to know that it was the sexiest, the most incredibly erotic thing I have ever seen! You looked absolutely beautiful and I hope you enjoyed every second of it! And I want you to know that I love you very, very much!"

Hearing her husband's words, Joan could no longer hold back the emotion she was feeling, tears quickly falling down her cheeks as she pressed her face into Brent's chest. Even as she felt his hands sliding around her so he could hold her body tightly against his own, she still felt a heavy weight of guilt because of what she had done. As she started to absorb more readily what he had just said to her though, loving the way he was holding her, she slowly began to feel the early ebbings of relief. Attempting to control herself, not wanting to cry any further out of fear she would embarrass both of them knowing there was a large number of people mingling around them, she asked him curiously, "How did you know?" 

"The room the two of you were in has a secret camera. Stacey told me only a select few even know some of the cameras exist. She said they're present in all of the rooms that have locking doors for security in case somebody ever got out of hand." Smiling down at Joan, Brent continued, his heart rate increasing as he once again recalled what he had witnessed her doing still only a short time ago. "Anyway, after she finished playing in that orgy room we saw her in before you left with Stephen, she came out and told me that we might be able to find out secretly what the two of you were up two. When we reached the room with all of the monitors, she flipped through a few channels until we happened to find you two. What I saw when you appeared on that TV screen, well, it came really close to having a heart attack! I damn near passed out!" After speaking, the grin on Brent's face could be seen a mile away.

Embarrassed that he had caught her in such a forbidden situation, Joan asked, "What did you see?" 

"When the screen flipped to the room you two were in, I saw you on a desk and you were wearing absolutely nothing at all. Not only did that blow me away but Stephen was naked too and both of you were playing with yourselves right in front of each other. The next thing I know, he was going down on you. When he did, I didn't see you make a move to push him away. That was when I thought I was going to faint!" As he spoke, Brent could feel his face flushing as visions of what he had seen ran vividly through his mind.

Because of her conservative upbringing, Joan began to feel guilty again. "I know you say it's okay but I really feel bad right now." After a brief pause, not liking how she was feeling inside, she then said further, "I cheated on you and I feel sick because I did!" Thinking, she suddenly remembered, at one point earlier in the evening, she had sworn she had seen something in Brent that was silently encouraging her to do something with Stephen. Know, realizing that suspicion was completely true, she found herself beginning to feel angered by it. From this, she started to ask, "What were you doing when...." Stopping herself before she could finish though, she knew immediately that her asking Brent if he had done anything himself would come of as being exceedingly hypocritical, especially with an angry tone in her voice. However, with everything that was happening, she couldn't help but wonder and question for the first time since she had known him whether or not he truly loved and respected her, these negative thoughts heightened by the way she could see in him how excited and aroused he was knowing she had just been taken by another man.

Confused by the wide range of emotions she was feeling, she said to him, "Brent, take me home! Take me back to our hotel! I want to go!"

For the next couple of minutes, Brent and Joan awkwardly exchanged pleasantries and goodbyes with Stephen and Stacey before they jumped into a cab that took them back to the strippers club where their rental car had been left behind. Silently, never exchanging a single word, they then went back to their hotel.

It took nearly a month for all of the guilt and anger Joan took away with her that night to finally fade away. Two things were needed for it to do so though: time and deeply intimate conversations with her husband. Eventually, happily, she fully accepted that Brent did truly love and respected her no differently then he had before that night in Vegas. From their talks, she came to realize that, because of the intensity of his love for her, seeing her being pleased in the most intimate and physically enjoyable way possible by another man only brought about deep pleasure for him. She also learned that he felt profound joy witnessing firsthand her ability to finally break completely free from the restrictive box that had been formed around her since her childhood. From these revelations, one day when she was driving home from work, she suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion, in some way feeling like she was being reborn; because, for the first time in her life, she was finally accepting the fact that the sexual fantasies and yearnings she had long been repressing deep within herself were only natural, curious desires; and this allowed her to fully accept that these feelings, these cravings that occasionally arouse from deep within were not the workings of a sinful soul. 

As a result of this, Joan's hunger for sex reawakened with intense vigor, her renewed lust for her husband quickly making up for the lost intimacy that had occurred between them since their weekend vacation in Las Vegas. After she made love to, or better said, "fucked" her spouse for the seventh time in three days though, surprised she had forgotten, she recalled something Stephen and Stacey had said to them a month earlier. After a night or two "playing" with others, the two of them had always come back together to "tear each other to pieces". Excluding her emotional roller coaster over the last month, Joan knew this was something she and Brent were doing now. Titillated by this, as the days passed, Joan began to think more and more about Stephen and Stacey. More specifically, she couldn't get her mind off Stephen. 

Thinking about him, she was thankful that the second man she had ever had sex with, the only other man in the world that had been inside her, was a man who had been very gentle with her. As the days continued to pass, at times when she was alone, she began to masturbate while thinking about him; stimulating herself as she recalled over and over everything that had happened between them. In time, memories turning into fantasies that were filled with longing and desire to see him again, to feel him again. 

Brent was thrilled when Joan eventually shared with him that she was thinking about Stephen and Stacey; loving the look on her face when he started to talk dirty to her when they had sex, telling her in as graphic detail as he could again and again everything he had witnessed her doing with Stephen that night in the swingers club. Emboldened by this, after a week of debating with himself whether or not he should do something, he finally made a special, unique call. A call he knew could possibly change he and his wife's lives forever.

"Hi! Can I speak with Stephen?"

After being placed on hold a couple of minutes by Stephen's assistant, he heard, "Hello! This is Stephen."

Surprised he was nervous, perhaps because he was feeling a high level of arousal from what he was doing, Brent said, "Hey, Stephen! This is Brent Evans! Umm! I don't know if you remember but my wife and I met you a little over a month ago in Las Vegas."

Before Brent could say anything further, Stephen abruptly announced, laughing, "Of course I remember you!! Stacey and I have talked about you two a lot over the last couple of weeks! We were starting to think we would never hear from you two again! This is a very nice surprise!" As he spoke, Stephen instantly had an erection in his pants. Standing up to close the door to his office, all he could think about was Joan. Remembering how incredibly innocent and beautiful she was. Remembering how exquisite her body felt. Remembering what an incredibly seductive and sexually satisfying night it had been with her. He simply couldn't get the woman out of his mind.

"Well, I'll be honest with you! Joan had a rough go of it for a while after everything that happened that night! She had a real strict upbringing and her doing what she did required some time for her to digest a lot of different feelings. With that said, in time, she realizes now what happened wasn't a bad thing or a sign that our marriage is doomed or anything like that. In fact, our sex life lately has been amazing!" After a brief pause, anxious with what he was about to propose, he continued, "Anyway, over the last week or so, Joan has been talking more and more about the two of you. Well, fondly about you to be more specific. Because of that, I was wondering if you and Stacey would have any interest in maybe meeting up with us again in Vegas some time?"

Instantly, Stephen replied, "Absolutely! We would love that!" Swallowing to control the lust he was feeling, he then said, "I'm flattered that Joan has fond memories of that night! I have to be honest, I have some very fond memories from that night too!" After a brief pause, he then added, "Stacey would be mad at me if I didn't tell you that she has some happy memories about you as well!"

Drawing in a nervous breath, Brent started to recall the fun he had fucking Stephen's wife that night. He was still blown away that she not only once, but twice, insisted that he cum in her mouth, mesmerized as he watched her swallow every drop of his seed both times. Never being in a situation talking to a man that had firsthand knowledge that he had had sex his wife though, Brent said, "I'll be honest! I feel kind of weird about that! I hope everything is cool!"

Aware of Brent's uneasiness, having dealt with it many times in the past with others, Stephen replied, "Brent, don't even worry about it! We're swingers, remember? She spoke highly of you and I know she would be thrilled to see you again!" 

"Well, I would love to see her again, too. But, I have no doubt Joan would love to see you again even more. Whenever we talk about that night, she gets this look in her eye. I'm convinced as well as I know her that she secretly desires to do something like that again. However, with that said, I also think she'll probably need some encouragement, some special motivation before anything ever happened. Because of that, I'm thinking..." Brent paused briefly, barely believing what he was about to suggest before saying further, "I'm really thinking that, if you were to give her a call out of the blue, you might be able to push the right buttons...maybe titillate her enough into making her want to go back to Vegas again. Maybe sooner then later!"

Hearing this, Stephen could feel his whole body starting to tingle. After looking to make sure he locked the door to his office again, he started to massage his erection hidden in his pants. Curious, he then asked, "Are you sure she would be receptive to a call from me out of the blue like that?"

"Yeah! Well, ninety-five percent sure anyway. I have to go to a business dinner tonight. She should be home alone. Would you like to call her tonight?" As he asked, Brent realized he was shaking.

"Absolutely!" Stephen answered, wishing he could call her now. Plotting, he then asked, "Should I tell her I got your number from you?"

"No! Well... Yeah. Why don't you just tell her I called you just to say thanks and hello? Would that be okay?"

"Yeah! That sounds fine." Stephen then wrote down Brent and Joan's home phone number. After confirming it, he didn't know why he was doing so as he asked, "Brent, I just want to make sure all of this is cool with you. I want to caution you, too. If I'm reading correctly what you have seen in her, not to mention what I thought I sensed in her that night I was with her myself, you could be unleashing Pandora's box in her. Are you sure you want to do that?"

After thinking a moment, Brent replied simply, "I think its already been opened!"

Swallowing, Stephen said, "Okay! I look forward to calling her tonight!"

After hanging up the phone, Stephen stood and walked over to his office door to confirm one last time that it was locked. Seeing that it was, he quickly pulled off his pants before sitting back down at his desk. Then, closing his eyes, he started to masturbate, fantasizing about everything he hoped he might be able to do with Joan if or when he got the chance to see her again. In time, exploding with a heavy grunt as he visualized himself once again buried deep inside her. 

Stephen purposely called Joan and Brent's house eighteen minutes past seven, doing so in an effort to make his call look like it was something spontaneous. As the rings continued, he became distinctly aware that his palms were sweating due to the anxiety he felt wanting to hear Joan's soft, feminine voice again. After the sixth ring, he felt a rush when he heard her familiar voice answer, "Hello?"

"Hello! This is a friendly voice from your not to distant past! This is Stephen! Is this Joan?" As he asked, Stephen flipped the phone to his left hand, using his pants to dry his free hand.

When she fully recognized who it was, Joan felt a powerful adrenaline rush making her heart race and her face flush. Very much surprised, she stammered out, "Um! Hi!!" Stuttering with nervousness, she followed, "Um...how...how are you doing?" As she asked, thoughts of how Stephen found her phone number fell heavy on her mind.

"I'm doing great! Brent called me at work today to say "hi". I guess Stacey gave him one of my business cards that night we all met. I was really happy to hear from you guys. Brent said things have been going good for you two since then." Pausing briefly, he then continued, "Stacey and I have talked about the both of you a lot and we were worried when we never heard from either of you that that night might have actually been a bad experience for you two. Has everything really been okay?"

Smiling, just as she had done several weeks earlier, Joan again found herself enjoying the fact that Stephen was watching out for her feelings. As she moved over to the couch in their living room, she replied, "Um...I've been doing okay!" Stopping to think for a second, she then followed, "I have to tell you, though! It's been kind of bugging me that I didn't say goodbye as nicely as I should have. I kind a forced Brent to take me home quickly that night because I was feeling pretty guilty after everything that happened."

Jumping in, Stephen said, "I'm sorry! I really hope things are better now!"

Embarrassed that she was being as forthcoming as she was, Joan said, "Oh! They are!" Sitting, she pulled her nightshirt over her knees, curling her bare feet beneath her, a second later saying further, "Being with you, well, you're the only other man who I have ever been that intimate with in my life. Between that and the fact that I'm married, it was all pretty hard for me to take at the time."

Genuinely concerned for her feelings, Stephen asked, "Well, I really do hope things are better for you now! I hope you don't have any more feelings of guilt or regret or anything like that!"

"No! I'm okay now!" Pausing, nervously biting down on her bottom lip, barely believing she was actually speaking to Stephen again, Joan added, "It took awhile but I eventually realized that Brent loves me no less then he did before. In fact, he was not only accepting of what happened, it really turned him on which was a big surprise to me." After taking in a cautious breath, debating if she should say anything more about how she had been feeling, her comfort talking to Stephen allowed her to say further, "And, another thing I finally came to accept was the fact that what happened between you and I was just sex. It wasn't like we were making love or anything like that, but it took awhile to accept the fact that I had actually done something so intimate with a man other then my husband. It was ingrained in me when I grew up that sex was only for a husband and wife, and, well, to make babies. Definitely not something you can do just for pleasure, and with an almost complete stranger no less!"




An Adventure in Vegas Ch. 02



Despite hearing this, Stephen cautiously asked, "Well, again, I hope you're okay with everything now. Brent said you were but I wanted to make sure it was true!"

Smiling, hearing his genuine concern, Joan replied simply, "It is!"

"Well, good!" Pausing for effect, Stephen then added, "And, with that said, I hope you have nothing but fond memories of that night we were together! I know I certainly do! I'll never forget that night!"

Grinning as she blushed, Joan replied shyly, "I will.... I do, I mean!"

Grinning himself, Stephen's voice turned more serious as he asked, "So tell me, is there anything in particular you're going to remember with extra fondness about that night?"

Biting down on her lower lip again, Joan could feel her nipples were starting to get hard as the arousal she was feeling steadily grew. Looking around reflexively to make sure she was alone despite knowing that she was, she answered softly, "I don't know! A lot happened that night!"

Encouraging her playfully yet firmly, Stephen replied, "Come on now! There's got to be something that stands out for you! What? Tell me?"

After thinking for a moment, Joan answered, "I don't know! Well, when you were touching my leg under the table at the strip club, that was pretty exciting!"

Surprised, Stephen said, "Really? I thought that was pretty tame! I mean, I enjoyed teasing and touching you like that immensely but I'm surprised that's what stands out at you the most!"

"Well, it's not the only thing! It's the fact that you did it while I was sitting right next to Brent! That's why it stands out for me! It was so dangerous but exciting at the same time!" As she spoke, remembering what had happened, Joan began to softly run her nails up and down one of her legs, purposely teasing her skin.

Smiling, recalling the look on Joan's face that night when he teased her, he said, "It was fun! And, totally spontaneous on my part, too! Hearing you talk about your sex life got the best of me I guess!" After a brief pause, he then asked, "But there's got to be something else that stands out for you! Is there?"

Thinking, Joan couldn't come up with anything that stood out for her, answering him honestly when she eventually replied, "I'm sorry! There isn't really anything that does because everything that night was almost surreal. From the moment we met to the moment you kissed me after...well...after you...you know... finished... it all stands out for me!"

Stephen sighed. Recalling what she was inferring too, because he had been so highly aroused for so long, when he finally climaxed he all but coated the entire front side of Joan's amazing body with his cum. As he panted in recovery after doing so, he had asked her if he could kiss her, quickly blown away when she not only told him he could but also told him that she wanted to feel him back inside her again when he did. Smiling, he recalled fondly how incredible her body felt when he locked his body back into her's once again, remembering the way they kissed passionately for a very enjoyable length of time as his manhood slowly softened inside her. 

Still, wanting to push her just as he had done that night, he said, "You're right! It all stands out for me, too!" After taking a deep breath though, he said further, "But I have to be honest, if you don't mind me being so bold. I can't remember if I told you that night and I apologize if I didn't but I really want you to know that you taste like candy, sweetie!" Taking another deep breath, fearful he was going to be too graphic but to aroused to stop himself, he then added, "No matter how hard I try, I just can't get the sweetness of your tight little pussy out of my mind! You're absolutely delicious!"

As she absorbed this, it was Joan's turn to sigh. Biting down on her lower lip again, she closed her eyes as she recalled the sight of Stephen's bright blue eyes staring up at her as he pleased her with his mouth. As she did so, the steadily building lust she was feeling inside made her slide her left hand to her chest so she could start teasing her nipples. Realizing what she was doing, she felt embarrassed that this man was once again making her think about things that she still knew a married "good girl" shouldn't think about. In response, she said, "You're so bad! You should stop! You're embarrassing me!"

Immediately, Stephen replied, "Do you want me to stop?"

Feeling herself shaking, debating how she should answer, Joan eventually replied shyly, "No!" Suddenly remembering something and frustrated because of it, she then said, "But I can't talk much longer! My mom's staying with Brent and I for a few days. She was supposed to come tomorrow but decided to come tonight, instead. She'll be here any minute now!"

Disappointed and wondering if it was true or not, Stephen said, "Bummer! I was hoping to talk to you for a while tonight! But I understand!"

"I'm sorry! I'd really like to talk to you, too!" After a brief pause, Joan then added, "Could we talk again some time in a few days, though?"

Jumping at the opening, Stephen said, "Absolutely! However, I have an even better idea! How would you feel about coming out to Vegas with Brent so you guy's can spend some time with Stacey and me? We would love to see you guy's again!" Pausing, he said further, "There's no doubt I would absolutely love to see you again!!"

Drawing in a nervous breath, as Joan adjusted how she was sitting, she was startled how strongly her vagina felt like it was on fire. Enjoying the feeling, she consciously contracted her vaginal muscle to heighten the sensation. Realizing she still needed to answer Stephen's question though, despite the way her body was feeling, she answered guardedly, "I don't know! I would have to ask Brent!"

Playing with her, Stephen asked, "Okay! But, how about you? Would you like to come out here? Come out here and maybe... play again?"

Hearing this, Joan sighed again. Due to nervousness, arousal and even a little bit of fear, she couldn't bring herself to answer him. Finally though, she forced herself to say, "Maybe! I don't know! I'll think about it!"

Laughing softly, Stephen confidently replied, "I think I'm hearing a hesitant yes from you?" Licking his lips, he then followed, "Good! Very good!" Standing to walk off the tension he was feeling, he said further, "Well, however you're feeling, promise me you and Brent will talk about it? I want you to know though, there are some fun and wild events planned at that swingers club if you do find yourself interested in visiting that place again. I really think it would be a lot of fun if we all went there together again." Pausing for effect as he had done before, he then added, "Perhaps it might even lead to a great opportunity for you to expand your horizons even more this time around! Maybe give you a chance to do something even wilder!"

Feeling a strong rush, Joan could feel her face flushing again. As her heart pounded in her chest, she said nervously, "What do you mean?"

Hoping to torment her with his response, Stephen said coyly, "I'll promise to tell you more! Or better yet, show you firsthand if you come!"

With perfect timing that benefited only Stephen, Joan heard the doorbell ring. Frustrated, deeply curious what Stephen was insinuating, she announced, "Damn!! My mom's here!"

"Okay! I'll let you go! But one quick thing! I really hope you two come out and see us soon! Very, soon!" Pausing yet again, Stephen then added, "And even more, I really, really hope I get the chance to play with you again, Joan! I want to feel your body again! And I definitely would love to have the opportunity to taste you again!"

Sighing hard, feeling lightheaded and taken aback that a man other then her husband was talking to her this way, Joan felt embarrassed when she found herself not able to say anything in response.

Smiling, knowing full well how his words were affecting her, Stephen said simply before hanging up, "Bye, Joan! I do really look forward to seeing you again! And I hope it's soon!"

Thrilled he had spoken to her, Stephen held his arms over his head and stretched, hoping that Joan would be able to go through with it. Heavily aroused talking to her, once again thinking about what he would to do her if he saw her again, he started walking through his house, eventually descending down two flights of stairs until he reached the basement. Turning a corner, he grinned when he discovered his wife was watching an erotic movie. Without saying a word, he grabbed her roughly, picking her up before firmly bending her over the couch she had been sitting on. Violent with lust, he then pushed her nightshirt up onto her back. A second later, literally tearing her panties off her body, loving how she gasped out loud when he forcefully thrust his erection deep inside her. Holding her down tightly, he then started to vigorously pound his manhood in and out of her sex. Soon, grunting when he heard his wife say to him with a shaky voice, "I guess this means you reached her and there's a good chance she's coming!" A few moments later, cumming blissfully inside her when he listened to her say further, "That's good because I want to see you fuck her again, baby! And I want her husband to fuck me just like you are right now when you do!!"

For the next week, Joan couldn't stop thinking about Stephen and the swingers club. Even more, she couldn't stop thinking about just what exactly Stephen had meant when he said she might be able to "expand her horizons". Constantly, numerous possibilities ran through her head and every one of them were both frightening and stimulating to her. And deep down, she knew it was more of the latter.

Having no idea why, both the wonder and fear of the unknown eventually inspired her enough to ask Brent if he would like to go back to Las Vegas again, coyly suggesting that the two of them should consider going there, "Maybe this weekend...if you want to?"

Brent felt concerned he may have agreed too quickly when he jumped at the opening, replying abruptly, "Yeah! I can go online and get everything set up right now!"

His concern wasn't necessary, though. Despite feeling some anxiety that they might be heading down a dangerous path, Joan's near obsession thinking about the unknown possibilities that lay before her made her body stir endlessly with lust. So much so, a part of her wished they could go to Las Vegas that night.

The next three days felt like an entire month but finally, as Brent and Joan pulled their rental car out of the their hotel's parking lot in Vegas, both could feel the warmth of adrenaline surging through their veins; their excitement fueled knowing exactly where they were heading. Earlier in the week, Brent had called Stephen at his home to make arrangements for them to meet. Speaking to each other, both quickly decided they should skip with any sort of pleasantry like dinner. What each of them wanted, what each readily agreed upon was for them and their spouses to meet at the swingers club "to get things started sooner then later".

It was only after Brent hung up the phone that he wondered how Joan would accept all of them meeting at the swingers club right from the start. Expecting her wanting to be wined and dined, he smiled when Joan informed him she would rather just meet Stephen and Stacey at the club no differently than everyone else. From the look on her face when she said so, Brent knew instinctively that Joan was looking forward to going to the swingers club again just as much as he was. Knowing this, he felt like he had a permanent erection as the days slowly passed by. 

Entering the club twenty minutes later, both Brent and Joan had become so aroused, each could feel themselves trembling inside. Even more for Joan, she felt like an electric current was dancing between her nipples and her clitoris, the pleasing sensation giving her butterflies. When she saw Stephen in the midst of a large crowd smiling at her however, seeing him walking toward her from where he had been seated at the bar, the feeling became so intense she felt like she was going to burst.

"Hey, you two!! It's awesome to see you both again!" Stephen said, shouting so he could be heard over the loud music that was echoing over the large group of people dancing on a hard wood floor behind him.

Smiling, Brent extended his hand and shook Stephen's firmly, saying, "It's good to see you, too!" As he said this, Brent grinned from the courteous but very brief look in the eye he received from Stephen. Studying him, he could see clearly on his face the excitement he had seeing Joan again. Not offended in the least, his grin grew even wider when he watched Stephen's face turn into something that could best be described as a mask of lust, seeing this when Stephen's full attention was placed on his wife.

Absorbing Joan's beauty, Stephen sighed as he shook his head a few seconds, finally saying, "Joan, you look absolutely stunning! Absolutely...gorgeous!!"

She did. 

Wanting to feel sexy, Joan was wearing a stylish white blouse that provocatively exposed her perfect, firmly toned stomach highlighted by the sapphire ring piercing her navel; the attractiveness of her appearance enriched that much more by the way her shirt also left exposed the cleavage between her breasts. Enhancing the visual even further, she was also wearing an expensive dark blue skirt that ended just a few inches above midthigh; the short-heeled sandals she was wearing working well to accentuate her flawless legs and perfect bottom. Her appearance was not only making Stephen stare at her hungrily, every man standing around them could feel their mouth watering as they stared at her youthful beauty as well.

As Joan watched Stephen's eyes wander up and down her body, she too could see the lust he had for her in his eyes. Feeling her face grow warm because of it, she replied shyly, "Thanks!!" After a brief pause, trying to cover her nervousness, she then said, "You look good, too!"

Wearing a black shirt and khaki pants that worked well to amplify his athletic physique, Stephen replied, "Well, thank you!" Quickly saying further, "Please, come join me at a table by the bar for a drink! Stacey ran off for a few minutes but she'll be back soon."

Even though it was innocent, Joan felt a sharp, pleasing chill when Stephen placed his hand on her lower back to guide her and Brent over to a place where they all could sit. Resting at a table a few seconds later, she heard Stephen ask, "So, are you both a little more comfortable stepping into this place then you were a couple of weeks ago?"

Laughing, Brent replied, "Yeah! A lot! No major fear of 'what the hell are we getting ourselves into' this time around!" Pausing, thinking about what he just said, he added, "Well, not as strong as last time anyway!"

Laughing as well, Stephen said, "Good!" Looking directly at Joan again, he then asked, "How about you?"

Sitting there, it was hitting her hard that she was actually in a swingers club again. Despite everything that had happened the last time she was here, despite the growing desire she had had recently in wanting to come back, she still could barely believe she was in a place like this. With this thought heavy on her mind, when she heard Stephen's question, she bashfully replied, "Yeah!" After a brief pause however, she added, "But I'm still pretty nervous though!"

Concerned but also wanting to play with her, Stephen asked, "Are you feeling good nervousness, or bad nervousness?"

Just then, saving her from answering, Joan caught Stacey walking up behind Brent, smiling softly when she watched her place her hands over Brent's eyes, hearing her announce into his ear, "Guess who?" However, when she saw Stacey lean down so she could kiss Brent's ear, seeing him wince with pleasure in response, she immediately felt a strong twinge of jealously. Just as quickly as she felt this though, she also found herself focusing intently on the look now present on Brent's face, seeing how attractive he appeared as he tried meekly not to show how much he was enjoying the sensation of Stacey's lips on his ear. After observing Stacey's tongue briefly flicking across her husband's ear before sitting down to join everyone at the table, it was then that Joan realized she was not only feeling jealousy, she was also feeling an unexpected twinge of arousal watching her husband being pleased by someone else for the first time in her life. Very much taken aback by this, as Stacey settled, Joan knew she and Brent "fooled around" but he had never provided her with any graphic detail. Up until tonight, she had been thankful for that. But know, she found herself feeling highly intrigued wanting to know exactly what they did do together. Curiously, she also began to wonder if the look she had just seen on Brent's face was the look he loved to see on her own.

Working to put these thoughts in the back of her mind though and also attempting to make up for any possible displeased look that may have shown on her face when Stacey was being playful with Brent, Joan said to her, "You're looking very sexy tonight!"

Wearing a transparent black body suit, the outline of Stacey's large areola could be seen easily beneath it. Enjoying Joan's compliment, Stacey replied, "Thank you, sweetie! You're looking mighty tasty yourself! I'm sure our boys would agree to that!"

Feeling embarrassed, Joan could only respond by saying, "Thanks!"

For the next thirty minutes, perhaps because no one wanted to appear overly eager or, even worse, look desperate in getting things started, the two couples chatted loosely about their lives in general. However, as everyone worked on his or her second drink, Stephen's conversation began to become more exclusive with Joan, as did Brent's with Stacey.

Between the four of them, it was Stacey who finally raised the heat when she leaned into Brent's side and whispered teasingly, "Do you want to know where I was when you and your wife got here a little while ago?"

Grinning, flashing his eyes over to Joan to make sure her attention was fully on Stephen, liking that it was, he replied, "Of course I do!!"

"A good friend of mine asked me if I would help her give her husband a special birthday present!"

Hearing this, Brent instantly felt his penis stir in his pants. Captivated, he asked, "And what exactly was that?"

Smiling, very much enjoying how intently Brent was listening to her, knowing he was becoming aroused, she said, "We gave him a blowjob together!"

Sighing, Brent looked down at the floor briefly as he shook his head. Then, looking at Stacey directly in her eyes, he asked curiously, "And who was the lucky one who had the honor of finishing him off? You or your friend?"

Grinning, now enjoying even more the affect she was having on him, Stacey didn't blink an eye when she answered, "She did... in a way!"

Squinting his eyes wondering what she meant, Brent immediately asked intrigued, "What do you mean, 'in a way'?"

Savoring the impact she knew was coming with what she was about to say, she leaned closer to Brent and said softly, "She jerked him off with her hand and made him cum all over my face!"

Groaning as he absorbed her words, Brent's eyes darted over to Stephen and Joan to see if they had heard him doing so. Relieved they had not, feeling his body shaking, he then asked hungrily, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yeah! But I enjoyed it even more when she licked all of his cum off my face!"

Leaning back firmly against his chair, Brent could barely believe what she had just said. Suddenly feeling a lot of tension, he stretched by placing his upper arms on the sides of his chair and arched his back. Then, leaning closer to Stacey again, he tried to keep his voice from shaking as he said, "Don't take this the wrong way but you can be so fucking kinky and that is such an amazing turn on for me!"




An Adventure in Vegas Ch. 02



Listening, Stacey was deeply flattered by this. Wanting to drive him over the edge because of it, she then said to him, "Well, maybe this will turn you on even more! Stephen knows what I did a little while ago and I told him I hope I get to do something like that again tonight. However, the next time, I told him I hope I get the chance to lick his cum off your wife's hot little body!"

Absorbing this, Brent felt dizzy. Trembling as he visualized Stacey doing just that, he drew in a several deep breaths to help calm himself down. Succeeding as much as he knew he would be able to at the moment, he then said to Stacey, "That would be..." Pausing, looking for the right word, he finally said simply, "Beautiful!!"

"You really do look gorgeous tonight, Joan! Stunning, actually!! You have no idea how hard is for me to keep myself from throwing you on this table so I can take you right here and now!!"

Sighing heavily, already revved up simply being in Stephen's presence, Joan felt another intense chill; the tremor she felt brought forth just as much, if not more so, by the desire she could hear in his voice as he spoke to her. Biting down on her bottom lip, she found she couldn't say anything in response.

Seeing how readily Joan was being aroused simply listening to him, Stephen continued playing with her, trying to add fuel to her fire when he said, "Tell me, is there a naughty girl side of you that wishes I would do that? Is there a part of you that wants everyone in here to watch me lick your pussy? Let them see you spreading your legs right in front of me on this table as I pleased you with my mouth?"

Feeling her heart pounding in her chest, feeling goose bumps rising on her skin, Joan looked pleadingly in Stephen's eyes, silently asking him to stop. Seeing him grinning mischievously though, she knew instinctively that he was fully aware of the effect he was having on her, making her say softly, "Stop! Please! You're being bad again!"

Aware that he might push her too hard, aware that there was a fine line between seducing her into doing something even more intense then what they had done together the last time they were here in the club and her stopping everything dead in its tracks, Stephen decided to slow down the aggressiveness of his seduction. However, not stopping completely, he said, "Okay! But can I ask you something?"

Still feeling herself shaking, hoping that Brent or Stacey couldn't see that she was doing so, she whispered guardedly, "Maybe!"

"Did you think about what I said to you when we spoke on the phone?"

Knowing exactly what he was referring to but being coy, Joan replied, "Which part?"

Smiling, enjoying the game they were playing, Stephen answered, "The part when I said we should see if we can 'expand your horizons'!"

Biting her bottom lip again, debating if she should be truthful with him, she eventually forced herself to say, "Yes!"

Feeling a surge of adrenaline, never one hundred percent sure she would have allowed herself to explore or even answer this question, Stephen swallowed anxiously before asking, "Well, what are some things, some possibilities you've thought about? What could we do to expand your horizons? Expand your sexual horizons if you don't mind me getting right to the point?"

Starting to feel as nervous as she was aroused, contemplating if she should even come close to venturing into what would be completely unknown and perhaps even dangerous territory, she answered honestly, "I don't know!"

A part of Stephen hoped Joan would have had an answer so he could start setting the stage for something to happen sooner rather then later. Then again, another part of him was hoping all along that she wouldn't know what she would want to do because the unknown did nothing but add to the excitement. Smiling, thrilled that an opening had finally fallen upon him, he asked, "Well, would you like to go upstairs with me and see if we can find any possibilities?"

Hearing this, Joan felt like she was going to jump out of her skin. Biting down on her bottom lip again, she was felt paralyzed as she began thinking to herself, Should I really do this? Do I really want to do this? Can I do this? Soon though, she looked at Stephen and asked, "If I go, do you promise to be nice?"

Knowing she was looking for reassurance, Stephen immediately replied, "There's no way I would force you into doing something that you wouldn't want to do yourself!"

As she threw Stephen a sly smile, Joan said, "Hmm! I remember that's what you told me the last time I was here! The next thing I know we were having sex!"

Grinning, knowing he never forced her but was guilty of pushing her as far as he could, Stephen replied confidently, "You know what I mean!"

She did. And she no longer had any regrets, either. After a few moments of thought, still contemplating what she should do, she finally said, "Okay! I'll go! But I'm not going to promise you anything!"

Savoring the rush he was feeling, Stephen said simply, "Fair enough!"

Seeing Brent and Stacey conversing in what looked to be an intimate conversation, Stephen caught their attention when a pause fell between them, "Hey you two! Would either of you have any objections if Joan and I left you two behind while we head off to go exploring for awhile?"

"That's fine with me sweetie!" Stacey announced. However, after pausing, she added playfully, "But what are you going off to explore? Our sweet, innocent Joan here...or the club?"

Giving his wife a 'you smart ass' look, Stephen replied, "The club, sweetheart!" Looking at Brent, he then asked, "How about you Brent? Would you mind if I sneak away with your wife for a while so I can show her some parts of the club she didn't get to see the last time you guys were here?"

Feeling a rush, Brent couldn't hold back the grin on his face. Consumed with the thought of Joan "playing" with another man again for almost two months and now relishing the fact that there was a very strong likelihood that she might actually be doing so again tonight, as he looked at her, he said proudly, "I have no objections! As long as she's up for it!"

Feeling a tingle hearing this coming from her husband, Joan could only smile back at him shyly.

By the look on her face, Brent knew easily that Joan wanted to go and he was thrilled that she did so. Standing, he reached for her hand and helped her stand as well. Savoring the sweet scent of her perfume as he moved closer to her, he kissed her lips before placing his mouth next to her ear to whisper, "Let yourself go, baby! Push your limits! Do anything you want to do!"

As she absorbed this, Joan eyes widened, barely comprehending what her husband had just said to her. She knew Brent wanted to see her with Stephen again but she wasn't expecting him to say something like that. As she wondered what exactly he meant by these words, she winced pleasingly when she felt him kiss her neck. Still enjoying the sensation even though it was very brief, she started thinking how fast and dramatic their lives were changing together; thinking even further how exciting it was. Still though, she couldn't stop fully questioning what her husband was truly implying by his words. As she said goodbye to him, her response was full more of question then acknowledgement, "Okay?" 

Feeling anxious yet marveling at the possibilities yet to come, Brent watched silently as Joan allowed Stephen to guide her up the spiral staircase leading to the second floor. When Joan was no longer visible, he sat back down, smiling at Stacey like a boy who's been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.

Giggling from the look on Brent's face, Stacey said, "Do you want to go to the monitor room so we can spy on them?"

"Absolutely!"

"Okay! But can you do me a favor first?"

Raising his eyebrows, quizzical, Brent replied, "Sure! Anything!"

"Hmm...Good! The owner of this place has a private office down here. He has a beautiful oak desk in there and I'm having this incredibly naughty urge to take you there so you can fuck me on it!"

Feeling like his jaw was going to hit the floor absorbing Stacey's boldness, Brent stuttered. Taking in a deep breath in an attempt to settle himself down, he was finally able to answer, "Show me the way!" 

Holding onto Joan's hand as he walked with her down a softly lighted hallway, Stephen felt like he was going to burst due to his level of excitement from finally being alone with her again. As he continued walking with her through the bending hallway, he looked out of the corner of his eye to see if any of the rooms they were passing was empty. Soon coming across one that was, he swiftly turned and pulled on Joan's hand, firmly bringing her into the room with him. With his hormones raging, he then forcibly pressed her hard against a wall next to the doorway; a second later, smashing his body against her's as he kissed her as passionately as he could. 

Gasping, taken aback by Stephen's sudden and unexpected aggression, Joan readily opened her lips to allow Stephen's tongue to slide deep into her mouth. Thoroughly enjoying their kiss, she quickly became attuned to how heavily they both were breathing, how strongly they were shaking as they embraced, inspiring her to hold his body tightly as she kissed him back just as hungrily as he was her. A few moments later though, she gasped even louder when Stephen took hold of her chin with his left hand, turning her head so he could dance his tongue across her ear and neck, the sensation making her weak. Her lust intensifying when she heard him say to her, "God, Joan! You have no idea how incredibly bad I want you right now!"

Barely registering what happened next, Joan suddenly found herself facing the wall. Placing her hands on it to brace herself, she turned her head slightly to see what Stephen was doing, catching just in time the sight of him kneeling behind her, sighing heavily when she felt his hands sliding blissfully up the backs of her thighs. A few seconds later, gasping yet again when she felt his hands sliding beneath her blouse, directly over her buttocks; drawing in a deep breath when he then pushed her blouse up her body until it rested above her hips, his bold act exposing her panties. Another couple of seconds later, grunting when he proceeded to boldly slide her panties down the length of her legs without ever asking for her permission to do so; never giving her the opportunity to step away from them when he placed his hands back on her bare bottom, making her cry out lustfully when he aggressively spread her cheeks apart just before pressing his face into her backside; making her feel like she was going to faint when she felt the incredible sensation of his tongue slithering directly against her anus before he slowly moved his way down so he could please her even more by sliding his tongue between the lips of her vagina; hitting home a short time later when he began to flick the tip of his tongue directly against her clitoris.

Loving the way Joan arched her back as he worked on her, knowing she was doing this so she could press her body more firmly against his face, he couldn't help but think how much she looked like a sexual goddess as he continued to please her with his mouth; relishing the incredible sweetness of her juices as he did so. In time however, even though he was reluctant to stop because of the exquisite sounds Joan was making when he started rubbing his fingers against her clitoris, he eventually stood, holding his hands on Joan's hips as he pressed his groin against her, purposely doing so so she could feel how hard he was even though his erection was still hidden beneath his pants. A few seconds later, saying to her, "I want to fuck you so bad right now, Joan! I want to make you cum! I want to feel you explode!"

Gasping when she heard this, Joan turned slightly to look at him, saying, "Then do it!" Boiling with lust, she then turned back around to face the wall again and started to purposefully grind her ass directly against his groin, feeling nothing but desire for him to do exactly what he said he wanted to do. As she did this however, it suddenly dawned on her that the door providing access to the room they were in was still open. Normally, she was someone who very much wanted complete privacy when she was doing something so intimate. At that moment though, her appetite for sex was so intense, she didn't care if somebody might discover the two of them. In fact, she was discovering for the first time that a part of her was really hoping they would. 

As goose bumps rose on Joan's skin thinking about this, Stephen began to run his hands up the sides of her chest and across her back as he continued to press his groin teasingly against her. Looking at her as he did so, he could see easily how much she wanted him to take her. Fighting an incredibly vicious urge to do just that, barely, he eventually forced himself to take a step back. Grabbing her blouse, he slid it back down to cover her flawless, heart shaped ass, saying to her as he did so, "No! Not yet! I want to explore the club with you for a while. Even more, I really want to see if we can find a way for you to expand your horizons. I want to see you do something you've never done before."

So aroused she could literally feel her nipples ache, Joan said, "You're cruel!"

Laughing, knowing she didn't mean this in the truest sense, Stephen replied, "I know! But I have a very strong feeling you won't feel that way for very long." Pausing, he then added, "No matter what happens, I do promise that you're going to feel a lot of pleasure in one way or another before this night is through."

Smiling both shyly and nervously hearing what Stephen said, once again Joan found herself deeply curious wondering what might lie ahead for her this night. Breathing deeply to calm herself, still feeling the after effects of their brief but heated encounter, she suddenly became more aware of the fact that her panties were still lying stretched between her ankles. As she began to reach down to pull them back up her legs however, she heard Stephen say to her, "No...No...I'm going to keep those for a while. You can have them back when you go home." Being someone who never left the house without wearing any underwear, Joan felt devilish when she found herself helping Stephen remove them by raising her legs, doing so one at a time as he pulled her panties away from her feet.

Holding the material to his nose, not caring that it might look lewd or perverted, Stephen said, "Hmm! You know, your scent alone could drive a man crazy!" Smiling as he stood, he then asked, "Are you ready to go?"

Still feeling shaky, Joan replied simply, "Yes!" Then, after pulling her blouse down as far as she could over her thighs, she took hold of Stephen's hand again, following him out of the room. A short time later, enjoying an unexpected thrill when she started to feel the hallway's cool air flowing against her soaking wet pussy.

Thirty minutes later, Joan's hormones were stirring heavily again; very much savoring the way Stephen was teasing the skin of her neck with his fingers as they both looked through a glass wall into an area of the club known as the "orgy room". To the right where she was standing, her eyes were locked on the sight of a man sitting up on his knees having sex with a woman who was lying comfortably on her back, the woman's knees bent sharply so she could spread her thighs as wide as she could, giving the man easy access to her as he thrust his manhood deep inside her. Well aware of the itch now present in her vagina as she watched the couple having sex, Joan's eyes drifted between the pleasure on the woman's face and the man's penis rhythmically sliding in and out of the woman's pink hole. 

In time, Joan's attention switched to something that caught her eye to the left. Sighing, even though she had seen something similar a few weeks earlier, she watched entranced as a woman took turns pleasing two men's erections with her mouth, switching back and forth from one penis to the other; the same woman's thighs pressed up toward her torso as another man busily pleased her orally down below. Soon, feeling her heart beating faster with anticipation when the man who had been pleasing the woman's pussy with his mouth sat up so he could rip open a wrapper holding a condom; her pulse climbing not only due to the visual of what was coming but also from the knowing awareness that the women's level of pleasure was about to increase that much more. Smiling when this was confirmed by the way the woman's mouth fell open, her pleasing cry coming the instant she felt her body being penetrated by the man who was now pressing his full weight down on top of her. 

Standing behind Joan, Stephen could feel the effect these and the other twenty plus people in the room, all hedonistically having sex, was having on her as she watched. Aware of the group of men standing around them as well, aware how the majority of them looked at Joan almost as much as they did into the room, he eventually said to her, "Isn't that an incredibly erotic sight? All those people enjoying each other's bodies!"

Feeling a pleasing chill as Stephen slid his hands down the sides of her body as he said this, Joan replied, "Yes!"

Keen to the way she was trembling, loving how turned on she was, Stephen followed, "Seeing something like this had the same affect on you the last time you were here. Tell me...honesty...is there a part of you that wishes you were one of those woman in there right now?"

Still focused on the woman who was having sex with three men, seeing how she was now fully concentrating on the man inside her, obviously enjoying the way he was vigorously pounding his manhood into her sex, Joan was finding it hard to answer Stephen's question. She knew a part of her was presently feeling deep envy for the woman she was watching, but at the same time, she also couldn't fathom she was actually desiring something that was so utterly taboo, so brazening forbidden. However, as clarity slowly flowed through her, she knew she had had such dark desires for some time now, desires that had built exponentially over the past couple of weeks. But, once again, because of her upbringing, for the first time this evening she found herself working to repress them. And because of this, even though a big part of her didn't want to, she found herself stepping away from the glass, saying, "Let's go somewhere else!"

From his conversations with Brent, Stephen hoped he wouldn't see Joan's inner conflicts arise this night but he half-expected it would happen at some point. Okay! Take it slow! Give her some time! he thought to himself. In response, looking at her, he said simply, "Okay!" Reaching down, he then took hold of her hand and proceeded to walk with her down the hallway. As they continued, Stephen knew that Joan was on the threshold of something very significant, on the threshold of something that would be a major change in her life. But, with that said, he also knew she could be right on the edge of asking him to go back downstairs so she could leave the club. Knowing this, he knew he was going to have to push her again but would have to do so very cautiously. Knowing now was definitely not the time to say anything on the risqué side, he asked simply, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah!"

"Good!" Stopping, thinking a moment, he then said, "Is there anything else you think you would be comfortable seeing or doing right now? Or, do you want to take a break?"

Liking that Stephen was slowing things down for her and now starting to wish he didn't have to, Joan smiled and said, "No! I'm okay!" After pausing, she then added, "What do you recommend?" As she spoke, Joan could feel lustful intrigue beginning to grow inside her again. She liked the feeling.




An Adventure in Vegas



Hearing this, Stephen quickly responded. "That's a rare thing these days! It's very admirable! Very sweet, actually!"

Looking at him, Joan smiled from Stephen's compliment. Sitting directly across from her at the table, she had found him to be an extremely attractive man, thinking this the second she saw him earlier. And as she got to know him as the evening progressed, however, her attraction for him had grown to a point she was now feeling uncomfortable by it. From the group's conversation, she quickly thought of him as being charming, his smile comforting and his sharp blue eyes almost hypnotic; the fact that he was twenty years older then she was an added turn-on, as well. Catching herself staring at him on occasion, she realized she saw in him seasoning, experience and confidence: traits she very much liked in a man. Before breaking her eyes away from his following his compliment, beginning to feel slightly exposed that their eyes were locked in the other's the way they were, she replied, "Thanks!" 

Emboldened by Joan's answer a second earlier, Stacey then asked, "It is very sweet! But, have you ever been curious what it would be like to be with another man?"

Blushing, Joan quickly responded, "Oh, I think everybody is curious what that would be like!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she desperately wished she could take them back.

Hearing this, Brent's complete attention fell on Joan, very much taken aback by what she just said. Sitting there, he recalled asking her once when they were watching an adult movie together if she had ever had any regrets not being able to "soil her oats" before she had met him. Immediately, he remembered, she told him no. Sitting silently, grinning at her, he wondered if she had been truthful with him before. Suddenly, wondering if she truly was curious what it would be like to be intimate with someone else, and for how long, he felt a surge of adrenaline that made his heart race.

Feeling uncomfortable and now even more exposed, Joan looked to throw the focus of conversation off of her onto someone else, quickly asking, "How about you two? How old were you?"

Loving conversations such as these, Stephen quickly jumped in, "Me? I was fourteen!" Seeing Brent and Joan's surprised looks, he immediately followed, "Yeah! I know! I was an early beginner! Believe it or not, I got seduced by my neighbor's wife when he was on a long assignment overseas."

Seeing the look on Stephen's face as he talked about it, Joan said, "You give a strong impression like Brent just did that your first time is a fond memory for you, too!"

Smiling, locking his eyes on Joan's once again, he replied simply, "It is!"

Brent noticed it almost immediately when he and Joan first met their new friends. But, it was even more obvious to Brent now that Stephen couldn't keep his eyes off his wife, especially when they all started to talk about more intimate subjects. As with the other men in the club, he didn't mind Stephen's attention on her at all. In fact, in a bigger way then he expected, his more personal attention on Joan was turning him on far greater then the others. 

One thing that did concern him earlier though was what Stephen's wife Stacey would think of it all. Studying her, however, he soon came to realize that she didn't seem to care in the least; the way she was flirting with him now reinforcing that. Whatever was the case, the lack of any outward jealousy by both Stephen and Stacey comforted him. Seeing that Joan was displaying no signs of jealousy either was a nice thing as well because he wanted everyone to continue enjoying themselves. 

Everyone was.

Wanting to keeps things going just as much as he knew Stephen probably did, Brent asked Stacey, "How about you! How old were you?"

"I was the same age as you were! I was eighteen! Lost it my first year in college, too!"

Wanting to know more, Brent quickly followed, "And how was it? Was it magical?"

"No! Actually, my first was a black guy and he was hung like a horse! I thought I was going to die the first time I did it! Hurt like hell and I was sore afterwards for a month!"

Hearing her emphasis on this, everyone laughed. 

As Stacey continued talking, Joan could see easily the way Stephen stared warmly at his wife as she reminisced about the night she lost her virginity. Seeing how he looked at her, strongly sensing he enjoyed listening to his wife's past sexual escapades, she strangely found herself aroused by this. She didn't know why, it just did. Thinking this, when Stacey finished telling everyone about her first experience, Joan surprised herself when she asked boldly, "Well, you know I've only been with one man. Now it's your turn, how many men have you been intimate with?" After a brief pause, cautious she may be overstepping a boundary, she followed, "If you don't mind me asking?"

Without missing a beat, Stacey replied, "Well, that depends on your definition of 'intimate'!"

Taken aback by this, Joan stammered out, "Umm! I..." Not able to continue, Joan's face turned mildly red from her embarrassment.

Coming to her rescue, Stephen announced, "I think she wants to know how many men you've fucked, sweetheart!"

Absorbing this, Stacey threw him a devilish grin before looking at Joan. Intuitively guessing Joan might not be ready to hear her true number of conquests, she responded, "It's a few!" The way she said it, everyone knew immediately that "a few" actually meant a lot. 

Taking a nervous sip of wine from her glass, finding she wanted to know the true number even more so now, Joan asked shyly, "Okay, now you've got me really curious! How many?"

With a serious look on her face, Stacy threw Joan an okay-you-wanted-to-know-but-don't-judge-me-by-it glance before replying simply, "It's around fifty or so!"

Reflexively, Joan's jaw dropped in shock. Deeply surprised by the number, she immediately looked at Stephen to see his response. Not surprised, she saw him smiling as he caressed his wife's upper back in a loving manner with his fingers. Not knowing what to think, she couldn't believe what she was saying when she asked him, "And you? How about you! How many women have you been with?"

Staring directly into Joan's eyes, Stephen replied, "I've had the extreme pleasure of being with a few more!"

For several seconds, nothing further was said. The moment Joan asked her question, Stephen was concerned she wouldn't be able to hold well the true number of women he had sex with in his past. Especially given the fact it was well over a hundred. 

For Joan, initially she found herself not really wanting to know. But, as she continued thinking about it, she began to feel titillated in wanting to know. As before, she didn't know why she was feeling sensations such as this, she just did. However, in the end, she couldn't bring herself to ask.

Several more excruciating seconds passed by as an awkward silence once again fell upon the table. Wanting to break this, Stephen soon asked, "How about you Brent? You're the last one?"

Glad he asked a question to get things moving again, Brent replied, "Well, Joan knows this. I was kind of a playboy before I met her, though not as studly as you two." After saying this Brent paused to make sure Richard and Stacey took this statement as a mild compliment, not an insult. Confident that they did, he then followed, "I've been with twenty-five, counting Joan of course."

Smiling, now feeling even more titillated because of the number of lovers Stephen and Stacey had had in their past, Joan quickly teased Brent, saying, "That's only the number of woman you actually gone all the way with! You've actually been intimate with like, forty or so! You don't count oral sex as sex, either! Or, when you had a condom on! That 'barrier' thing of yours!"

As Brent rolled his eyes, he deadpanned, "Yeah! Well..."

Jumping in, Stephen said, "Oh! If we're counting condoms, then my number is a lot less!!"

"Mine, too!!" Stacey added.

With this said, everyone laughed once again. 

After another round of drinks were ordered and brought to the table, Stephen asked the next bold question. "So, where is the wildest, most dangerous, exciting, whatever place you two have had sex?"

Smiling, Joan once again thoroughly surprised Brent when she quickly answered, "On the beach in Maui! At night, we strolled down the beach a ways and when we knew for sure we were alone, we went into an area with a lot of palm trees and made love to each other." After pausing, she then added impulsively, "It was really exciting!"

Thinking about the dynamics, Stacey asked, "Wasn't the sand annoying, though?" 

"No! We were standing when we did it!" Joan replied, feeling slightly embarrassed again the second she said it.

As he listened, Stephen swallowed anxiously, titillated as Joan provided slightly more graphic but still cautiously restrictive detail about what happened on the beach that night in Maui. Looking at her as she spoke, he thought she was breathtakingly beautiful, thinking so the moment he and Stacey walked into the club earlier. But now, hearing her discuss an intimate and sensual topic from her past, all he could do was picture in his mind the sight of her holding on to a palm tree, naked and bent over while she was being fucked from behind; the repeating visual quickly making his mouth water, forcing him to adjust how he sat so he could make room for the growth now occurring in his pants.

For Brent, he too found it immensely exciting listening to his wife openly discuss such an erotic, private moment they had shared in the past, especially in front of two people who were nearly complete strangers. Sitting there, finding himself continuously surprised again and again by Joan's sudden and new frankness, wondering where it was coming from, he was thoroughly enjoying the evening because he was witnessing first-hand a new awakening in her, showing him sides of her he thought she could never possess. All of this inspired even further when he heard her ask next, "How about you two? Where was the most exciting place you two have done it?"

Now feeling aroused herself, Stacey immediately answered Joan's question while looking at Stephen, giving the impression to both Brent and Joan that it was a mutually fond memory for the two of them as she said, "A few years ago, we went to an old, seedy adult movie theater somewhere in San Francisco. There were maybe six or seven guys, another couple and the two of us in there. After watching the movie for a while, Stephen started to tease me with his fingers. And, well, after a while I couldn't take it anymore so I straddled him and did him right there in front of everyone!"

As his ears absorbed Stacey's words, Brent sighed. 

As for Joan, not able to keep it at bay, she again felt her face flushing as a jolt of lust filled energy shot through her body, the charge seeming to peak when it reached her vagina. Feeling a chill, she quickly licked her soft lips before taking another sip from her glass of wine. After a few seconds of thought, she asked Stacey what she already guessed was going to be her answer, "What was the most exciting thing for you when you did that?"

"Being watched!" 

Not able to stop herself, Joan then asked, "What were the other people doing in the theater when you were doing it?"

Feeling a twinge in her sex from the memory, Stacey replied, "Most of the men masturbated around us as they watched."

This time, it was Joan's turn to sigh.

For the next twenty minutes, further intimate details were discussed. Questions asked and answered about favorite positions, favorite foreplay, etc. As the conversation continued, just as Brent had noticed but unaware of it herself, Joan had become more and more attuned to Stephen's heavy focus on her, his attention making her concerned how it might be affecting Stacey. But, woman's intuition eventually told her that Stacey wasn't threatened by what was slowly becoming more open flirtation between her and Stephen. 

Much more importantly though, she was concerned how Brent might be taking it all. Knowing him as well as she did, she knew he would have told her that it was time to go, albeit in a polite manner, if he was being bothered by what was happening. Up to this point though, he had shown absolutely no indication that he was.

And that was a very good thing too because at some point during everyone's conversation about sex, especially when things had become much more heated, she had felt Stephen's lower leg rubbing against her own. Thinking it was an accident, she immediately moved her leg a few inches away from him. A few moments later though, she felt his leg being pressed firmly against her's once again. When this happened, Joan knew instantly what he was doing was intentional and his boldness shocked her. But, before she could move her leg away from him again, she caught him looking at her in a way that took her breath away. Cautiously, as her pulse started to race, she glanced at their spouses but neither Brent nor Stacey saw the way he was looking at her because the two of them were heavily involved in a conversation amongst themselves. As her eyes drifted back to Stephen's, he then threw her a look that told her he was fully aware she knew what he was doing to her. With this, he then began to rub his leg slowly up and down her exposed calf. 

Feeling this, the touch of his leg against her's, despite it being so tame, so innocent, gave Joan a thrill she hadn't experienced in a very long time; all of it heightened by the fact she was fully allowing him to do this to her while she was sitting right at her husband's side. Thinking of the potential danger, she knew she should stop what was happening, but she found she couldn't. Even more, at that moment, she knew she would be disappointed if Stephen did so.

As for Stephen, he had no intention of stopping, only pausing now and then so he could adjust how he was seated. Each time, quickly resuming his gentle caress against one of Joan's perfect legs. At one point, pressing things even further when he slyly pulled up one of his pant legs before sliding down his sock so he could rub his bare skin against her's; his pulse pounding when he saw goosebumps starting to rise on Joan's forearms almost immediately after he increased the intimacy of his playful touch. 

Excited by this, thrilled that she was physically responding to what he was doing secretly underneath the table, excited even more that she was actually letting him do anything in the first place, he quickly found himself wanting desperately to do something even more risky and bold with her. Not able to do anything like that now though, he just continued to study her as he steadily toyed with her below. In time, realizing he was slowly dying inside wanting to know how far she would actually let him tease her, how intimately she would let him touch her, not with his leg but with the full use of his hands. But, for the moment, he could only be content with what he was doing now. And, for the moment, he was enjoying himself immensely.

About thirty minutes later, after glancing at his watch seeing it was midnight, Stephen decided it was time to roll the dice with their new friends. With Stacey already in on what was a predetermined plan, he asked, "Well, you two! We've had a very fun and stimulating conversation with you both tonight. With that said, would you two be interested in going somewhere that's even more exotic and risqué then this place is? A place I strongly suspect you two have never been to before?"

Hearing this, Brent and Joan looked curiously at each other. Guardedly, but with interest, Brent then asked, "What kind of place would that be?"

"Well, there is a club we like to go to sometimes called, well, simply, The Club. It's, a...um..." Stephen stopped in mid-sentence, suddenly having second thoughts that Brent and Joan might not actually be open or interested in going to the type of place he was thinking about. Sitting there, he really wasn't sure he wanted to take a chance at possibly ruining what had been a very enjoyable evening thus far. 

Curious by the uneasy look now present on Stephen's face, Brent worked to pry out of Stephen what he was about to say, asking, "And...this place is...?"

"Well...it's a social club!" Stephen finally announced, his level of arousal eventually overriding his fear of ending the night with any hard feelings between the two couples.

Feeling both intense rush and heavy surprise, Brent immediately replied, "You mean... it's a swingers club?"

Without blinking an eye, looking loosely at Joan to judge her reaction, Stephen answered, "Yeah! It is!" Before Brent or Joan could say anything in response however, he continued, "Obviously, you two don't have to go if you're uncomfortable, but Stacey and I think it would be a fun experience for all of us if you joined us. With that said, we're not looking to get into your pants or anything like that at all. We've gone with couples that've never been to a swingers club before and the majority of the time they don't do a thing. There's no pressure there for you to have sex, or take off your clothes or anything like that. It's just always been a really fun, interesting time and we were wondering if you both would like to continue the night in our company. But, in a way with some added fun and adventure to it!!"

"Gee, I don't know!" Saying this, Brent spoke more for Joan then for himself. Between the night's conversation and the highly attractive woman dancing around him, not to mention the way he was steadily finding himself becoming more and more intrigued by Stacey, he found himself very curious and really wanting to go. He just didn't expect Joan would want to and was simply giving her an out. However, she wasn't saying anything at the moment, which heavily surprised him yet again. 

At that moment, one thing that Brent didn't know was Stephen was still continuing to rub his leg firmly against Joan's calf, doing so in a way that was urging her to say yes. Silent as she absorbed the sensation, she could feel her heart continuing to pound in her chest, a part of her actually fearful Brent might hear it. Smiling cautiously at her husband as he looked at her, she felt a strong sense of hesitation in going forward with anything further this night. However, because of her heightened state of arousal, enhanced by the wine she had been drinking and Stephen's secret, bold touch underneath the table, her hormones decided to dictate the night's possible direction when she asked Stacey, "What's this place really like?"

Smiling, Stacey immediately answered, "It's really nice! Everyone is laid back, some of the nicest people you'll ever meet, actually. There are some guys around who provide security but I've never seen any trouble there. The place is pretty big! It has two floors. Downstairs there's a bar and a dance floor. There's a Jacuzzi area, too. Upstairs is where the more risqué things take place. Overall, it's a fun and very save place to go. I really like it! I've always enjoyed myself there!" 

After Stacey spoke, the group fell silent. Thinking, Joan knew everyone's attention was back on her again. Looking at Brent, he smiled at her encouragingly and she knew right then that he wanted to go. After a few more seconds of thought, she told herself, Heck with it! You only live once! You're away from home, too! Who'll ever know? Drawing in a nervous breath before looking at Brent one last time for reassurance, she then said, "Okay, if you promise I'm not going to get raped or anything, then I'll go! You two have got me really curious now...so...I'll go!!" Right then, as the last word left her mouth, realizing she was now actually going to go someplace she had never even dreamed about, Joan felt an intense rush flow through her entire body; the sensation making her nipples harden again as she spasmed sharply for a brief, very pleasurable second.




An Adventure in Vegas



Smiling due to the sight of Joan's brief shiver, less then a minute later, Stacey said to her softly as they followed their husbands out of the strip club, "You'll be okay, Joan! Our husband's will protect us!" After a brief pause though, her next words out of her mouth said purposefully to tease her, she then added, "But, stay close to one of them because I guarantee you, with the way you look tonight sweetie, there are going to be a lot of men at this place were headed to who are going to want to fuck you!"

Hearing this, Joan instantly felt another rush. This time, one that was even stronger then the one she had only a few moments earlier. 

When the four reached outside, Brent began to pull his keys out of his pocket as he asked Stephen, "Is this place far? Should we get directions from you or just follow you?"

Shaking his head, Stephen replied, "Why don't you just come with us? The place is kind of hidden away and can be tricky to find. Would that be okay?"

After looking at Joan to make sure it would be fine with her, Brent replied, "Sure!"

A few minutes later, Brent and Joan were both admiring the comfortable leather seats in Stephen's Mercedes as he merged his car soundlessly onto the freeway. Wishing he had a car like this for his own, Brent pushed the envy he was feeling out of his head when he asked their new friends playfully, "So, with the number of people you two have been intimate with, as you hinted earlier, I'm guessing you two have had some fun times at this place were heading to."

Laughing, Stephen replied, "That's a fair and accurate guess!"

Feeling confident that the boldness of their conversation could continue, Brent then asked, "I'm curious! Do both of you have sex with other people now?"

Simultaneously, Stephen and Stacey replied, "Yeah! We do!" A few seconds later, Stacey turned her shoulder to look back at Brent and Joan, asking, "We hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable!"

For Brent, it didn't. Actually, just the opposite, it excited him immensely.

For Joan though, it did. But, with the way her body was feeling now, only slightly. However, Joan found she needed to ask, "Does it ever bother you that the other is having sex with somebody else, though?"

Smiling, Stacey replied, "I love Stephen with all my heart and soul and I know without a doubt he thinks the same of me!" As she said this, Joan saw Stephen reaching his hand over so he could caress his wife's thigh. As Stacey continued, she said further, "We have always had really high sex drives but, in time, we started getting bored with each other...just like most couples do. But, after some exploration, we discovered the lifestyle and found it to be extremely exciting for us. To answer your question: 'Does it bother us?' No! For me, I look at it as nothing more then pleasurable, physical sex; just sex, not making love. Also, I love watching him being pleased by another woman. It turns me on knowing he is enjoying himself!"

As Joan listened to Stacey and Stephen talk more about swinging, she could feel herself steadily becoming more aroused then she was already. However, she also felt conflicted that she was feeling this way. From her upbringing, her conscious kept telling her that what they were doing was sinful and wrong. But, despite this, she continued to feel more and more titillated as she learned more about their experience. As she continued to sit silently in the back seat of the Mercedes, she couldn't help thinking to herself, Why are you doing this? Why did you let Stephen touch you the way he did? Why am I so excited about all of this? Why can't I stop? And as she began to think more distinctly about the type of place where she was headed, all she could do was nervously bite down on her lower lip, wondering what else lie ahead for her this night. 

Soon though, snapping herself away from these thoughts and still wanting to know more about Stephen and Stacey, Joan then asked, "Do you ever get jealous?" 

Grinning, Stacey replied, "Sometimes, but not in the way you would normally think! I only get jealous when Stephen does something that was more fun then what I did!"

After a few moments of silence, Stephen looked into the rearview mirror and asked, "Have you two ever fantasized about having sex with other people?"

Hearing this, both Brent and Joan were silent for a few seconds. However, as he looked over at Joan, Brent replied, "After we've watched an adult movie, I've sometimes lightly talked dirty to her about something like that. I'm not sure if I could see her doing that in real life, though" As he spoke, Brent said this for what he thought would be Joan's benefit. But, it was lie. 

Listening, Joan smiled. Before she could say anything herself though, she heard Stephen asking her directly, "How about you Joan? You hinted earlier you might have some curiosity what it would be like to be intimate with someone else. Do you think you could ever actually do something like that?"

Immediately, Joan replied, "No! I don't think I could ever cheat on Brent! I don't know if I could live with myself!"

"What if he knew what you were doing, would that be cheating?"

Hearing this, Joan felt a chill. As goose bumps rised on her skin again, she quickly replied, "I don't know! That's a pretty serious question!"

Before anything else could be asked of her---and thankfully because she was beginning to feel like she was in a spotlight again---Joan saw Stacey pointing to a sign as she said out loud, "We're just about there!"

Less then a minute later, Stephen guided his car into a parking lot, needing to drive to the back of a large building so he could find a place to park. As he looked for a spot, the number of cars present surprised Brent. He never would have guessed there were this many swingers in a city. But, then again, they were in "Sin City". Most of the people here are probably just tourists, he thought to himself further.

As for Joan, seeing the parking lot was full herself made her feel both nervous and safe. Safety in numbers, but then again, after what Stacey had whispered to her in the club earlier, she still felt concerned that someone might try to have their way with her. Taking a deep breath after Stephen finally parked his car, she took hold of Brent's hand as she stepped out of it, immediately realizing how much she was shaking inside due to the amount of nervous energy that had built up inside her over the last couple of hours.

Thinking to herself as they started walking toward the club, she realized that when this night had started, she had only wanted to do something she thought would be exciting by simply visiting a strip club. But what was happening now was far more then anything she had planned or expected. However, despite this, she was also very attuned to the excitement and arousal she was currently feeling, a level much higher then anything she was hoping to experience when their adventure this night had started. Because of this, with each step she took toward the entrance of the swingers club, she could feel herself becoming more and more anxious with anticipation, consumed wondering what she was going to see next.

Upon entering the club, Joan thought Stacey's description of the place was exactly as she said it was, finding it wasn't threatening or seedy as she was expecting it to be at all. However, as her eyes wandered around the lower level of the club, it wasn't long until she discovered two women busily kissing and fondling each other's breasts, the sight of the women doing so openly right in front of sixty or more people immediately slowing down the pace of her walk. A few seconds later though, forcing her eyes to break away from the scene out of fear she would look like she was staring, she quickly locked her eyes onto another woman who had her back pressed against a man standing behind her, the woman's face showing she was very much enjoying whatever kind of stimulation he was providing her as he worked his hand rhythmically underneath the front portion of her skirt. 

A few moments later, Joan then stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a man who looked to be in his early twenties walking past her, the towel that was wrapped around his waist appearing to be the only thing that was covering his nakedness. However, it was the movement underneath the man's towel that prevented her from taking another step because she knew instantly that the man was masturbating right in front of her, not to mention everyone else. When she caught the man looking directly at her a few seconds later though, seeing him smiling directly at her as he quickened the stroking motion of his hand still hidden beneath the towel, Joan immediately blushed and moved closer to Brent's side, holding his arm as if she were looking for him to protect her.

Seeing her reaction, Stephen said, "Joan, if you're uncomfortable, we can all leave right now if you want to!"

Liking that he asked, liking that he was watching out for her feelings, Joan replied, "No! I'm okay! This isn't something I see everyday, that's all!"

Preparing her, even though he didn't want to provide Joan with another possible out, Stephen followed, "Well, I just want you to know that what you're seeing now is pretty mild to what you'll likely see upstairs. Are you sure?"

"Yeah! It's not like I've never seen other people naked or having sex before. I've seen a few adult movies now and then! I'll be okay!"

Stephen and Stacey giggled a brief second hearing this for each knew seeing someone having sex on film or TV wasn't even close to what one feels when you actually see it, live and in person. Thinking this, Stephen found himself eagerly wanting to see the look on Joan's face the moment she realized this, thrilling him knowing that was going to happen very soon. Excited, he quickly said, "Well, if you think you're ready, how about we all go upstairs!"

Feeling her heartbeat picking up its pace and also feeling like she was being dared in a way by Stephen, Joan replied simply, "Let's go!"

Following Stephen and Stacey closely from behind, Brent and Joan worked their way up a spiral staircase to the second floor. After turning a few corners through a maze of hallways, both eventually saw a large crowd gathered in front of them, seeing almost everyone present looking directly through a glass wall. The second they reached it themselves however, both were immediately spellbound when they saw what was happening on the other side of the glass.

Inside the room were around thirty people, all involved in completely open acts of sex. In one corner, Brent instantly watching mesmerized as a man performed oral sex on an attractive blond, sitting with her thighs wide apart as she looked down to observe the man pleasing her, rubbing one of her bare feet across his upper back as he did so. A few moments later, his eyes moving a little more to his left to take in the sight of a women having intercourse reverse-cowgirl style, the man she was on top of laying happily on his back beneath her, holding on to her waist as he watched her sucking on another man's penis while standing at their side. 

For Joan, now feeling lightheaded, she watched entranced as well, her eyes completely focused on a couple just a few feet to her right. Lost in what she was witnessing, she immediately bit down hard on her lower lip as her heart raced even faster, her eyes locking in on a young man's penis as it rhythmically slid in and out of a young woman's vagina; everything she was feeling at that moment heightened exponentially because the man's erection was the first she had ever seen firsthand besides her husband's. A few moments later though, Joan found herself releasing a lustful sigh when she witnessed another woman walking over to the man she was now focused on, watching closely as the women kissed him hard on the mouth, their tongues soon dancing visibly out of their mouths as their heads moved side to side. Her heart skipping a beat when the woman eventually broke away from the man, quickly moving down so she could kiss the brunette that was getting fucked by the man above her. Sighing yet again when she saw both of the women extending their tongues out of her mouths, soon brushing the full length of their tongues across the other's, using the rocking motion of the woman who was having intercourse to heighten the eroticism of what they experiencing; both smiling when the man began to forcibly pound himself even faster into the woman's sex as he became more excited witnessing what was happening right in front of him; at one point leaning forward so all three of them could dance their tongues together in unison.

As Brent and Joan continued to watch transfixed, Stephen and Stacey sat back to enjoy the stunned looks now present on their faces; both seeing clearly how their arousal steadily grew by the second, demonstrated by the way each nervously adjusted how they were standing. After about twenty minutes, however, Stacey couldn't take anymore. Needing to do something, she whispered a few words into Stephen's ear. Then, stepping between Joan and Brent, she boldly kissed each one of them on the cheek before saying, "I've been having a great time tonight with you two, but right now there's a place I really need to go too. I'll see you both a little later, though!" With that said, she then left them behind with Stephen in the hallway.

Looking at Stephen, Brent asked, "Is she okay?"

"Oh, yes! She's just fine! You'll see her again really soon!"

Ten minutes or so later, they did. 

From the back of the room where everyone was having sex, both Brent and Joan were both instantly taken aback when they witnessed Stacey entering the room. Changed, now wearing only a silk robe, they each watched closely as she slowly walked over to where they were standing on the other side of the glass. Seeing her smile directly at them when she stopped, she quickly shocked them even further when she nonchalantly allowed the robe to drop down the length of her body, letting herself stand completely naked before them.

Immediately, Joan turned to catch Stephen's reaction, not surprised again when she saw the look of pride he had for his wife clearly present on his face; his loving wink enhancing what she had already expected to see from him even further. Feeling unexpected yet sharp arousal by this, Joan quickly turned to look at Stacey again, her heart skipping a beat when she watched her grabbing hold of a man who had just walked up to her by his penis, soon stroking his manhood to make him become fully erect. A few moments later, drawing in a nervous breath when she witnessed Stacey slowly kneeling before him, sighing when she then watched her hungrily guiding the man's cock directly past her lips, bringing him deep into her mouth.

For Brent, the moment he saw Stacey removing the robe from her body a minute earlier, he was lost. Consciously not aware of it, tunnel vision enveloped him as his eyes roamed over Stacey's naked body, admiring her flawless skin, her teardrop shaped breasts, her erect nipples, her hairless vagina, her legs, even her painted toes. When she licked her lips while staring directly at him, he knew right then she was telling him he could have her if he wanted to. But, with Joan at his side, for now it took all his energy to keep himself from pulling his erection out of his pants so he could stroke himself while watching her giving a very lucky man a blowjob right before his eyes.

As Joan continued to watch Stacey, she found herself becoming more and more transfixed as she witnessed her enthusiastically working on the man's penis with her mouth. Soon, swallowing when she saw Stacey reaching down to play with herself, knowing her finger was now busily stimulating her clitoris; admiring how Stacey steadied herself by both gripping and stroking the man's shaft with her opposite hand as she did so, her act stimulating the man even more. As another minute or two passed, seeing all of this, Joan still couldn't believe a woman whom she had just met and gotten to know fairly well over the last couple of hours was now having sex with a complete stranger---right before her eyes, no less. Because of this, she soon turned to Stephen and asked, "That doesn't bother you? Seeing your wife having sex with another man in front of you right now!!"

"Not at all! Like she said to you in the car, we've been doing this for years. Not all the time. Just on occasion, when we get bored. Truthfully, I absolutely love watching her with other people! Don't know why, I just do! It excites the hell out of me!!" When he finished, Joan could see the continued, if not enhanced admiration he had for Stacey in his eyes as he stared into the room over her shoulder. 

Placing her full attention back on Stacey, Joan bit down on her bottom lip again when she watched her pull a condom out of the robe still lying around her feet. In a very short period of time, drawing in another anticipative breath when Stacey ripped open the package, liking the way she placed it on the man's penis by first placing the condom between her lips before pressing it over the head of the man's cock with her mouth, using her hand to unwind the rest of it down the shaft of the man's tool. Feeling her body heat rising, she then watched Stacey pulling the man down on top of her, knowing she was in the process of guiding the man's cock toward the entrance of her sex when she reached down between their bodies to take hold of his erection; envying her when she witnessed Stacey releasing a heavy moan, knowing this occurred the second she felt her body being penetrated by the man who was now pressing his full weight down on top of her.

For the next couple of minutes, Brent and Joan then stared wide-eyed as the man thrust his pelvis into Stacey's; both enjoying, especially Brent, the sight of Stacey grabbing the man tightly by his ass, encouraging him to fuck her even harder and faster with her hands. In time, each of them liking the way Stacey occasionally glanced at the three of them, seeing her smile in a way that told them she was very much enjoying what was happening before closing her eyes again so she could concentrate more readily on the pleasure her body was now experiencing.

Perhaps to excited that he was also the center of attention, it wasn't long until the man's body clinched sharply, his hips spasming as he started to cum. Grinning, feeling the man climaxing on top of her, Stacey rubbed her hands against the man's back, happily allowing him to relish the sensation of his orgasm. When finished, Stacey then tenderly kissed the man on his lips before lowering her eyes, watching him as he braced the condom with his hand so he could safely pull his way out of her sex.

For Joan, seeing the sight of the condom tip now filled with the man's white seed had a strange effect on her. Despite it being almost a lewd sight to behold, all she could feel at that moment was intense titillation by the visual. And as she continued staring at it, she suddenly felt a strong sense of envy as well.

In the room, still hungry and far from being satisfied, it didn't take long for Stacey to find someone else to play with. Before Joan and Brent could get even have a chance to fully absorb the first man, she was quickly seated on a chair, her thighs spread wide apart as another man in the room started to busily flick his tongue between the lips of her vagina. For Brent, loving the way she held the back of the man's head, pressing his face hard into her pussy as he pleased her.

Seeing the look on his wife's face, knowing from experience that she was going to want to play for a while, Stephen soon asked Brent and Joan, "Would you two like to explore the rest of the club?"

Speaking before even thinking, Brent replied, "Not really! I'd really like to watch Stacey some more!"