0 comments/ 62238 views/ 8 favorites Las Vegas for Two Ch. 1 By: Sheepish I don't know if it was guilt or what. As far as knew she had nothing to feel guilty about, but my wife insisted that we spend a weekend together (without the kid) and it was entirely up to me as to what we would do or where we would go. "Let's talk about it and then decide," I suggested. "No, it's completely up to you," was her reply. "And if you don't like where I choose?" "I'll like it." "And if you don't like what we do when we get there?" "I'm sure I will like it." "So you'll be totally submissive to me all weekend?" "Uh, what do you mean by submissive?" "Does that word make you nervous?" "Well, it covers a lot of territory. It means you could do anything." "So you don't trust me?" "Of course I trust you. After all, we've been married for 16 years." "Okay, then I'll plan the weekend, but you have to do everything I say." "Uhhh," "Okay, that's fine. Let's plan this weekend together, like I suggested in the first place." "No wait," she said. "I really do want you to plan the weekend. I promise, I'll do everything you say." "Everything?" "Well, within reason." "Who decides what is reasonable?" She thought for a moment. "Well I don't want to get arrested or anything." "You think I want to get us arrested? You really don't trust me. Let's just drop this whole thing and plan our weekend together. After all, we'll be there together, let's decide together too." "No, I want this to be your weekend." "With my rules?" "Okay, I promise to do everything you say." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure." So I had to decide where to go. And what to do. Actually it didn't take that long to put the trip together. I went on line and found a good package deal to Las Vegas - air fare and two nights at the Luxor. Then I explored the night life in town via the internet. I reserved two tickets to one of the more popular (and raciest) floor shows in town. I figured we could play the second night by ear and decide where to go at the last minute. Finally, I ordered two push up bras from an on line lingerie shop. The bras were the type that would support her breasts, but left the majority of the boobs (including nipples) exposed. Then I told my wife of our plans (I did not mention the bras, of course). She was happy with my ideas and said so. "Oh, one other thing," I said. "What's that?" she asked. "I choose your wardrobe and you choose mine." "Okay." "And, we don't get to see what we chose until we get there." This time she hesitated slightly. "Okay." "Remember, two nights dressed up and out on the town and two days exploring plus swimwear for the pool." "What do we sleep in?" she asked. "Nothing, of course." "Oh, I should have known." "I'll tell you what," I said. "You have one more chance to get out of it. This weekend is going to be about romance, sex, good food, sex, pleasure and sex. Just say the word and you're off the hook." She thought for awhile and finally said, "You're the boss." "Good, I'm looking forward to it. And you better look forward to doing things you've never done before." "Like what?" "You'll find out when we get there. This weekend will be your chance to think and act like a guy." "Say what?" "I once read that men think about sex almost constantly. That's what I want you to do - to become a raving nymphomaniac. Are you still with me?" "Actually, I'm getting horny just thinking about it." "That's the right attitude. You will be a sex goddess and I plan to worship you!" Then I gave her a big hug and a long, wet kiss. She responded by pressing her body against mine and grabbing my ass in both her hands. I did the same as we gently ground our crotches together. In the days preceding our trip, I took every opportunity to make her aware of her body. I would stare at her when she changed her clothes, gently stoke her breasts whenever I could, squeeze her ass when she walked by, rub her neck, lick her ears, kiss her when our son wasn't looking. I wanted her to be well aware of the effect her body had on me. The night before we left, each of us spent time alone, packing each other's clothes. "We can wear whatever we want on the flight to Vegas, but once we get to our hotel room we change into our "special" clothes. Deal?" I asked. "Sounds good," she responded. The trip to the airport and the flight were uneventful. We read our magazines and were dressed conservatively. I wore khakis and a blue polo, she wore black slacks and a silk shirt. I did notice that she had buttoned one less button than usual. On the cab ride to the Luxor, I sat close to her with my hand on the inside of her thigh. Somehow another button had come undone. I admired the view of her exposed cleavage. She reached both arms into the air and arched her back in a long exaggerated stretch. Her ample breasts were straining the silk of her blouse. I make no pretense of hiding my lascivious stare. She looked me in the eye and grinned while she reached down and stroked my awakening cock. "This is going to be a fantastic weekend," I said. "Mmmmm," she purred. "I'm ready for anything." "Anything?" "Anything." Check in went quickly and smoothly and we found ourselves in our luxury room. "First rule of the weekend," I announced. "When in our room, we shall be naked at all times." "Naked?" she asked. "Why not something slinky and sexy?" "Nope, slinky and sexy is for when we are outside the room. In the room, all clothes are forbidden," I said as I stepped out of my clothes. "Also, fondling is not only encouraged, it is required." I stated forcefully. She removed her blouse and unhooked her bra, exposing her luscious full breasts. "You mean like this?" she asked as she lifted her tits and displayed her nipples to me. "Exactly!" I replied as I lightly licked the tip of each nipple. "Now let's get the rest off," I said and unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. "That's better, let's check out the view." We walked hand in hand to the full length windows. Our room was facing the strip and even in broad daylight the sights and colors were impressive. We were four floors up so we could see the hundreds of people outside. The mirrored windows prevented anyone from viewing us. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Startled, Betty quickly headed for the bathroom. I held her hand tightly, so she couldn't get there. "Just a moment please!" I called out. "It's just the champagne I ordered. Have a seat on the couch." "But, I'm naked!" "Yes you are," I affirmed. "Come in!" I hollered to the door. Betty quickly sat down, crossed her legs and covered her tits with her arms. The door opened and a young handsome man in uniform came in with a bottle of champagne on ice. He did a quick double take as he saw us, but quickly recovered. "Put it on the coffee table please," I said. "Yes sir," was his reply as he walked across the room and set the champagne on the table, directly in front of Betty. "He looked right at her and asked, "Will that be all?" "Yes," she stammered. He nodded to her and turned to leave. I handed him a five dollar bill as he passed by. "Thank you very much," he said. "And if you need anything else, just ask for Lance." He turned to Betty. "I'll make sure you get everything you want." On his way out, he placed the do not disturb sign on the outside of the door. "Care for some champagne?" I asked Betty. "Geez, you look flushed!" I observed. Her face was bright red and her body wasn't much paler. "Lance sure seemed to be helpful, but I couldn't help but notice he paid all his attention to you. Why is that?" I asked. "You set me up!" she accused. "That was so embarrassing!" "If you were so embarrassed, then why is the couch so wet?" She looked down and saw the large dark spot where her bush met the cushions. "I hate to admit it, but I nearly came when he was in here." she said. "Well if you are so close….." I dropped to my knees in front of her and began to lick her pussy lips from bottom to top. Immediately she began to squirm and reached up with her own hands to pinch her nipples. I roughly jammed three fingers up her vagina and sucked on her swollen clit. She was so wet that my fingers met no resistance. Within seconds, she began to moan with abandon, then she let out a yell and squeezed her legs around my hand. She began to buck and grind so violently that I could barely keep my dancing tongue on her clit. I continued to lick her and finger her as she kneaded and squeezed her tits. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. She squeezed so hard that my fingers popped out of her pussy. My tongue had lost contact with her clit, so my fingers replaced it. I rubbed as she arched her back and ground her pussy into my hand. My fingers swirled around and around her clit as she groaned with abandon. "Ahhh, Ohhhhh, AAAAHHH!" she screamed. She arched her back one more time. Her entire ass was lifted of the couch. She held herself erect for a few more seconds, then collapsed, totally spent. I gently pulled my hand away from her and poured the champagne. Betty lay there with her eyes closed for at least five minutes. Her hands were still holding her breasts and her legs were open wide. I sipped my champagne and closely examined her exposed body. My eyes worked their way up from her long, shapely, smooth-shaven legs to her creamy firm thighs. I noticed she had taken extra care in shaving. Her inner thighs were shaved bare. No tufts would poke out of her swimsuit. I examined her loose pussy lips. They were still glistening with dampness and her light brown pubic patch was matted with her juices. I looked at the small brown mole just above her pubic hair. Usually, the mole was just below the top of her patch. I savored that extra inch of exposed flesh. It was pale and smooth. The thought of this new exposure further hardened my dick. I leaned back in my chair and began to lightly stroke it. Finally she opened her eyes - and focused on my lazy masturbation. "Need any help?" she asked. "Yes, but why don't you have some champagne first?" "Okay." She reached for her glass and took a slow sip. I continued to slowly stroke my cock. "I'd say you enjoyed your brief exposure to our friend Lance," I commented. She looked worried. "You know I wouldn't cheat on you." "That's not the point. The point is he enjoyed the view and you enjoyed being the viewee." She looked down sheepishly. "Doesn't this convince you that your body is worth looking at?" I asked. "Sure, if I lost a few pounds and had a titty tuck." "I guess I'm going to have to prove it to you." I got up and pulled our Polaroid camera out of the bag. "Lean back on the couch," I said. She started to say something. "No arguments. Just lean back. That's it, now take a tit in each hand and present them to me. Higher." Click/flash. "Now put your hands on your pussy. Press your elbows together to squeeze your tits. Good. Stick your groin out a bit." Click/flash "Great, now pull your hands apart., Good. Pull your pussy open and show me your clit. Come on, do it!" Click/flash "Fantastic! Hold it right there while I get a close up." Click/flash. "Great, that should do it. Let's have some champagne while the pictures develop." I laid the pictures on the coffee table in order. We sipped champagne as we waited. Absently my hand went back to stroking my cock. Betty had a glazed look in her eyes. She had just done something she swore she would never do. "Relax honey, let's take a look." We examined the first photo. "Look at your beautiful tits. They are full and soft. Your nipples are starting to harden. See the bumps on your pale aureole? The only thing I like more that looking at them is to suck and lick them. Now look at the second photo. See how your pussy is pressing against your hands? My dick is dripping because you look so hot. Now look at your gorgeous pussy. See how the lips form a fleshy petals for your flower bud? So smooth, so soft and look how wet it is. And now look at your clit up close. Isn't it beautiful? I want to lick it right now!" I looked over at her and she was rubbing herself with abandon. "You are so Goddam hot! I want to watch you come. Rub yourself until you come!" She leaned back and began to furiously rub her pussy while alternately squeezing each tit and nipple with her other hand. Quickly, I grabbed the camera and took another shot. She flinched, but did not stop. I moved around at different angles and continued to take shots. She was too busy with her pussy to notice or care. Eventually I put the camera down and began to stoke myself again. She was writhing on the couch, approaching orgasm. "Keep stroking and spread your legs," I commanded. She did so while I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her dripping snatch. "Here comes!" I warned, and rammed my cock into her pussy as far as it would go. We both grunted and I began to pound at her pussy while she kept rubbing her clit. In no time we both hollered out and came together. The pounding was so wild that I slipped out of her pussy and shot my load all over her mound, hand and stomach. The last few strokes were loud, squishy and sloppy. I lay on top of her while we both breathed heavily. Her heaving tits pushed against my chest with each inhalation. Finally, I got up slowly. Our mingled come made us stick together slightly. "I'd say it's time to use that oversize tub," I suggested. "It's incredible," she said. "This is the wildest weekend we've ever had and we're only an hour into it!" "I think it's going to get even better!" She smiled sexily "Do you have more wicked plans?" she asked. "We'll see," I said as I leered at her. "We'll see." End of Chapter One Las Vegas For Two Ch. 2 "Before we take that bath, how about we unpack?" I asked. "Good idea. Now I can see what you packed for me." First we picked up our scattered clothes, then opened our respective bags. She held up her knee length blue dress with the low cut front. "Ooh, I haven't worn this in ages! Good choice." Then she held up her calf length reversible, wrap around dress - black on one side, a subtle flower pattern on the other. "Another good choice." She looked at me and winked. "It seems my chest and my legs will be on display this weekend." "Oh yes, they certainly will," I agreed. I pulled out my clothing. Two pairs of slacks, one black the other tan, one pair of khaki shorts and three silk shirts. For underclothing she had selected my briefest briefs and (luckily) the only thong underwear I had that was even remotely comfortable. Plus, she had dug deep into my drawers to find my old Speedo swimsuit. "No secrets with that swimsuit!" I commented. "All's fair," she replied. She continued to unpack her bag. "It figures," she said and held up her black garter and stockings and her suspender pantyhose (one black pair, one nude) and her sheer black front hook Victoria's Secret bra. "What's this?" she asked as she examined two new bras, one black and the other flesh tone. "A special present for this trip. Try one on." She hooked the bra and spun it around her body. The cups fit her breasts perfectly, giving her pendulous 40 D's support from beneath. What they didn't give her was much "coverage." The demi cups covered only the bottom third of her aureoles. Her nipples were completely exposed. "I can't wear these in public!" "Sure you can," I replied. "None of the dresses or blouses I packed for you are see through. Only you and I will know that your nipples are free from your bra. And besides, I really like the cleavage that bra gives you." She looked down to see that her breasts were slightly pinched together, giving her spectacular cleavage. "And," I added, "the cups push them up nicely - no sagging breasts for you. I you look fantastic." "Well, it is pretty comfortable," she admitted grudgingly. "I imagine the fabric of your blouse rubbing against your nipples should be pleasant too." She smiled. "I guess we'll see about that." She emptied the rest of her suitcase, two light blouses, a pair of tan slacks, a couple of pairs of loose shorts and her favorite swimsuit (one piece with a plunging neckline). Our bags were empty and everything was put away when she realized what I already knew. "Just a damn minute! You forgot to pack me any underwear!" "No I didn't," I replied. "Well then where are my panties?" "I didn't forget to pack them, I didn't pack any, because you aren't going to wear any." "But…." "No buts. You knew the rules before we left. Are you changing your mind?" "But I can't go out without panties!" "Why not?" "I just can't!" "That's not a reason." "I just won't!" "That didn't take long." "What?" "It didn't take long for you to back out on our deal." "Oh, all right, damn you. Next thing you know, you'll want me to go out naked." "Nope, that's just in the hotel room, remember? Although, you can wear that bra in the room, it makes your nipples look so inviting." "Oooh, you are such a bastard!" "I believe horny bastard is the correct term. Now how about some more champagne and a bath?" Being naked already makes it easy to prepare for a bath. She drew the water while I poured some more champagne. We sipped the bubbly while the large tub filled. "Let's finish this off," I said and emptied the bottle into our glasses. The tub filled with steaming water and we got in, facing each other. We clinked our glasses together. "To a wonderful and sexy weekend," I toasted. "It's been both so far," she responded. Both of us leaned back, soaking in the relaxing heat and gazed into each other's eyes. I glanced down at her luscious tits as they floated in the water. Buoyancy does wonderful things to 50 year old 40D's. I reached over to put my glass down. The waves made her boobs bob gently up and down. Just looking at them made my dick begin to harden. "You are so fucking sexy!" I said. "Oh, stop it!" she responded. "No I'm serious. I look at your body and get an instant hard on, see?" She looked down and saw my erect member. "Right now, I would love to have my dick between your breasts. As a matter of fact…" I rose to my knees and moved over to her. My dick was sticking out of the bath water and her bobbing breasts were gently rubbing against my balls. The feeling was fantastic. She leaned her head down and licked the tip of my prick. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I backed up and hollered, "Who is it?" "It's Lance from room service," was the muffled reply. "Come in," I responded before Betty could say a word. The door opened. Lance came in and stopped just inside the door. "I have another bottle of champagne for you. It's on the house. May I come in?" "Thank you very much Lance. We're in the tub. Would you put it on the coffee table please?" "Sure thing." We saw Lance walk past our half open door. "I'm sorry we can't tip you right now," I said. "Oh, that's no problem. You are, without a doubt, my favorite guests in this hotel. As I said before, if there is anything I can do for you, just ask." "Well, there is one thing," I said, looking at Betty with an evil grin. "Did you see the Polaroid camera on the coffee table?" "Um, yes," he replied. "Would you bring it in here and take a picture of us in the tub?" This time Betty didn't even bat an eye. I moved around to sit next to her as Lance entered the room. Betty looked up at him and smiled, making no effort to hide her body. "Come in close enough to get just us in the picture." I instructed. He came to the foot of the tub, leaned over and looked through the viewfinder. I put my arm around Betty and, to my surprise, she grabbed the base of my cock, making the tip come just out of the water. "Smile!" he said and took a shot. "I'd better take another one, just in case. Smile again!" Lance took the second shot and stood up. "Hey Betty," I said, "is that a banana in his pocket, or is he just glad to see you?" Both Lance and Betty blushed crimson. His hard on was obvious. "Thank you so much Lance. I'll double the tip next time I see you." "That won't be necessary," said Lance. "I'm happy I could, um, help." "Thanks Lance," said Betty demurely. "One last question Lance," I said. "What's the best restaurant in the hotel? We like fine dining, not buffet slop." "I recommend Bertrand's. It's Pan Asian cuisine with a bit of Vegas flash." "That sounds great. What do you think honey?" "Fine with me," she said. Her eyes were still staring at Lance's crotch. "I'd be happy to make reservations for you. What time do you want to dine?" "Eight o'clock would be great. Thanks Lance." With that, he turned and left the hotel room. "Isn't it nice that Lance looks after us so well?" I asked Betty. She had a dreamy look in her eyes. "Yes, it certainly is." "Do you think he enjoyed your pictures on the coffee table?" I asked innocently. "Oh shit! I forgot about those." "No wonder he didn't need a tip. So how does it feel to have two guys lusting after you?" She didn't answer, but her nipples spoke volumes. They were standing at attention. "I'm going to get out of this tub before I turn into a prune." "I'll get out in a minute," she said. "I want to relax for a little while longer." I got out and she slid deeply into the tub, so that just her head and neck were above the surface. I toweled off and headed for the living room to get more champagne. Lance had placed the Polaroid back on the coffee table and put the two new pictures along side the others. I examined them closely. Betty had a sly look in her eyes and her legs were spread wide. Her open pussy was visible in the clear water and her tits were floating seductively on the surface. The head of my penis stuck out above her fist. All in all, they were the sexiest pictures of us ever. My hard on returned while looking at them. I looked at the clock. Four thirty. "Hey Betty, are you ready for more champagne?" "Just a minute, I'll be right out." I sat down on the couch and poured myself another glass. "Wow! He upgraded us on the champagne. This stuff is excellent!" I called out. "Then I'm ready for more," said Betty as she entered the room. She held out her glass and I filled it. Then I perused her naked body. Her skin was red from the tub and her nipples had softened so they were flush with her wide and pale aureoles. My gaze continued down her soft stomach and stopped at her pubic patch. "You've done some trimming," I commented. She sat down and spread her legs so I could get a better view. Her pubic patch now consisted of a small vee above her lips. She had trimmed nearly half of her hair off! "Yeah, I decided that if I can't wear underwear, I might as well show it all." "It looks fantastic! I didn't think I could get any hornier, but you did it. Mind if I take a closer look?" I asked and got down on my knees in front of her spread legs. My hands gently stroked the newly shaved areas. "Hmm, smooth job, soft skin. I see you trimmed a bit around the lips. No nicks. Oooh. It seems those lips are quite damp. I suppose I should do something about that." I bent down and licked her lips from bottom to top. Her juices coated my tongue. "While I'm down here, I better check out your clit." I spread her lips apart and exposed her protruding clitoris. "Yes, everything seems to be in order. Mmm." My tongue flicked across the clit from to bottom then side to side. Betty lay back against the cushions and moaned and then ground herself into my face. I reached for the half full champagne bottle and slid it into her glistening pussy. She was so juiced that it penetrated without resistance. The cold of the bottle caused her to open her eyes with a start. She looked at the bottle then looked at me with an expression of pure lust. She continued to grind her groin onto the bottle. I began to pump the neck in and out. On the out motion, champagne dribbled from her pussy. "Squeeze the bottle. Hold it in," I said. I could visible see her lips lock on to the neck of the bottle. She began to buck more violently. I managed to get my tongue onto her clit and she exploded with gasps and moans. She pumped away at the bottle for another fifteen seconds then fell back in total relaxation. I quickly pulled the bottle out and held it upright so no more champagne would spill. "Care for some more?" I asked. "It's Chateau de Muff, 2002. An excellent vintage." I sipped from my glass. It tasted great. Very dry with a slight hint of Betty. "Without a doubt," I declared, "This is the finest champagne I have ever had." She smiled and raised her glass to her lips and sipped the bubbly. "I guess I don't taste that bad." "You, my dear, are a woman of excellent taste!" End of Chapter Two Authors Note: Do you think they will ever get out of the hotel room? Las Vegas for Two Ch. 3 I noticed the message light on the room phone so I got up to see who had called. It was a message from Lance, confirming our dinner reservations. "That was Lance," I told Betty. "He got us a table at eight. He sure takes care of us." Betty was lounging on the couch, recovering from her latest orgasm. I handed her the pictures Lance had taken of us in the tub. She blushed when she saw just how much she had exposed to him. "You sure have been busy," I commented. "First you let me take pictures of your crotch and clit for the first time and then you flash your pussy at the next guy who walks into the room! And then you get screwed by a champagne bottle. What's next?" "If you had asked me before hand whether I would do any of those things, I would have said absolutely not!" "But you did enjoy it didn't you? I think you're getting off on being a sex object." She looked up at me and spread her legs and rubbed her crotch seductively. "I can't imagine what you are talking about." "I'm talking about your hot pussy and your big tits! And my raging hard on!" "Oh, poor baby. My pussy has been getting all the attention and your poor penis is feeling left out!" "I think it's ready to explode" "Then come over here." She said. I came over and stood in front of her. "I think this champagne needs more flavor," she announced. She then filled her mouth with champagne and gestured for me to come closer. She pulled my prick down and slid it between her tight lips. She just held it there and I began to feel the prickly sensation of the bubbly. Then she began to bob her head up and down my shaft. This made even more bubbles and felt unbelievably good. Some of the champagne had leaked out and run down my balls, but she kept at it. The combination of her recent behavior and the brand new feeling of her bubbling mouth sent me over the edge in no time. "I'm coming!" I warned. She kept bobbing and I grunted loudly as I erupted into her mouth. Gamely, she started swallowing and sucking as my dick pumped out its pent up load. She started to gag and cough and spill come and champagne out of her mouth. Still, she kept contact with my prick and worked it until I was spent. She reached for the a cloth napkin on the coffee table and wiped off her chin and neck and then wiped of my dripping dick and balls. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "That was incredible! You let me come in your mouth! You've never done that before!" She smiled serenely. "Just one more thing to add to the list of firsts." We went into the bathroom to further wipe down our assorted sticky parts. I cleaned my dick and balls with a damp cloth while Betty wiped off her face and neck and finished by applying the cloth to her crotch. Then we returned with the rinsed towels to clean up as much of our spills on the couch and carpet as we could. "We'd better leave a good tip for housekeeping." I commented. "You're right, we have been very messy," said Betty. "Are you ready to venture out into Vegas?" I asked. "I don't know, we're having so much fun in the room…" "That's true, I wouldn't mind spending the entire weekend in here naked with you." "It's tempting, but I think we need the rest. I can't keep up this sexual pace for a whole weekend." "We've got about three hours before dinner, why don't we go explore." "Okay," she responded. "I've got a surprise for you." "Oh really, what's that?" "A new sun dress that should be perfect for walking around town." "Great! And what should I wear?" "Hmmm," she said. "Anything you want, as long as you have no underwear underneath." "Fair enough." I put on my khaki shorts and blue short sleeve shirt. The shorts were baggy, but long enough to prevent accidental exposure. Intentional exposure was an entirely different matter. Betty put on one of her new "shelf" bras and pulled her new dress out the closet. I enjoyed the view as she slipped it over her head. It was hard for me not to reach over and stroke her trimmed pussy. The dress was a light blue button up affair that came to about three inches above her knees. That may not seem too racy, but it was the shortest dress she had worn since we've been married. The buttons went all the way down to the waist line. When she put it on, none of them were buttoned so she was exposed right down to her navel. When she turned to face me, the front opened up and exposed both boobs completely. "Sorry dear," she said. "I'm not going to imitate Jennifer Lopez." And she buttoned her dress up far enough to cover all view of her shelf bra. Still, she left a lot of cleavage exposed; more than she had ever shown before. "I think that's perfect," I said. "You look exotic and erotic, but you don't look like a hooker." "Do you want me to look like a hooker?" "No way, I want you to look sexy, but not for sale." "But what if I bend over?" she asked and bent at the waist. Her dressed hiked up and revealed a lot of leg, but did not expose her ass. "Not to worry, you would have to lift your dress or have the perfect wind gust to show off your fine butt." Then she turned toward me and leaned over at an angle. One boob fell out from its hiding place. "I guess it's the front I should worry about. Should I go with one more button?" "You could do that, or just live dangerously. It's up to you." "I'm into danger this weekend," she responded. "One last question, can you see my nipples through the fabric?" Betty has very pale areoles and, when not aroused, flat nipples. "I can see the lumps through the fabric, but can't see that there's nothing between you and the fabric. Come into the bathroom and check it out." We went in and looked in the mirror. In the bright light, you could barely see the outline of her areoles. "I'm almost disappointed," she said. "You're right, you'd have to look pretty hard to see my nips." "I sure like the way the bra lifts them. It makes you look ten years younger!" She turned sideways to the mirror and admired the view. "You're right. I like the way they look in this bra too. But ten years, you're just blowing sunshine up my skirt!" "And just what do you have under your skirt?" I asked and pulled up the hem to expose her juicy pussy. "It's not sunshine, but I like it!" "You lick it?" she asked and pulled my face to her crotch. "Yes! Please lick it." So I did. I licked her juicy cunt lips like a lollipop from bottom to top. "Oooh," she moaned. "Your tongue feels so good. Mmm,,," I pulled back. "We need to get out and see the town. Maybe on our travels, if it's all right with you, um, uh, can I get a peek now and then?" "If you want me to flash you, just ask. You don't need to hem and haw." "Okay. I want you to flash your tits and pussy at me." "That's better. I don't know if I'll have the nerve, buy I'll try." "I hope the spirit moves you." "We'll see." We headed out of our hotel room and down the hall. The hallway was empty so as we made our way to the elevator I reached behind her and slid my hand up her dress and squeezed her bottom. She flinched slightly, but said nothing. I punched the button with my free hand and we stood waiting for the elevator with my hand still on her ass. She stepped away from me just as the doors opened, revealing another couple in the elevator. We stepped in and punched the Lobby button. The four of us looked at each other and nodded politely. They were in their early thirties and were dressed in shirts and shorts. I couldn't help but notice his eyes pause at Betty's breasts. They got off one level above and left us alone for the one floor ride. Betty turned to me and lifted her dress up to her waist. I got a good look at her glistening pussy before the short ride was over. "Thanks beautiful, that's just what I had in mind." I said as we entered the lobby. "Did you notice how that guy looked at your tits?" "Should I have raised my dress sooner?" she asked. "Were you tempted?" "No, but it's fun to pretend, now that the moment has passed." "My guess is he wouldn't have minded a bit, but his wife may have been upset." "Then you would have had to pull out your prick too." "Geez," I said. "You want us to get into trouble don't you?" "Just kidding. Where to?" she asked. "Why don't we step outside and get some fresh air? After that, we can walk to the MGM and see what's going on there." "Sounds great." We headed out the door and into the sunshine. It was hot, probably in the mid 90's. I couldn't help but notice that, as Betty walked, her boobs bounced seductively and an occasional gap in her neckline would expose her nipples (although the exposure was so brief, that you really had to be looking closely). We slowly walked down the sidewalk to the busy corner. As we waited for the light to change I saw one young blonde with a see through top that plainly showed her tits and another woman had on tight white pants, thin enough to show that she was wearing no underwear. Betty noticed too. "I guess I'm dressed too conservatively," she said. "I think you look perfect," I commented. "Well, I am feeling sun on places that don't usually see the sun." She took her left hand and pulled her top open a bit wider to reveal almost all of her left breast. I admired the view and looked up to see a distinguished looking silver haired gentleman doing the same. Betty noticed my glance and looked at the man as well. She turned bright red, but hesitated to hide her skin. Finally she pulled the fabric open to completely show her nipple then quickly covered it back up. She looked at me and the gentleman to her right. We all smiled. He said, "Thank you." and winked. Just then the light changed and we went on our way. The man Betty had flashed was already in front of us and continued without a glance back. "That's three," I said. "Three what?" "Three people who have seen your nipples this weekend." "You're right. I can't believe I just did that!" "Who are you? And what have you done with my wife?" I asked. "Oh I'm still your wife. This is just a side you haven't seen before." "Did you know you had that side?" "No, but I do know one thing." "What's that?" I asked. "That my pussy is dripping wet." "I want you to know that what you did and what you just said has given me a raging hard on." "If we weren't in such a public place," she said, "I'd like to have you in me. It would slide in very easily." "Mmm, should we find a private corner?" "No, let's play some slots before we play with my slot." "Can't we do both?" I asked. "Later. First you go change some bills for the machines and I'll go to the ladies room to, uh, dry off. Something is starting to run down my leg." "I'd lick it off if I could." "Well you can't right now, so go get some coins." I watched her walk away. Her bottom jiggled and swayed seductively. No panty lines. Now that I looked at her, it was pretty obvious. I wondered how many other people had noticed. I went to the machine and got forty dollars worth of quarters. We were small time gamblers. As a matter of fact, she does most of it. I just watch and drop a coin in now and then. I walked down a row of machines and randomly sat in front of a fifty cent machine. I fed the quarters and pulled the lever. Loser. Just then a cocktail waitress approached. She had long red hair and was wearing fishnet stockings, a very short skirt and a halter top. Her nipples poked through the fabric and I notice that her tits looked real, not the stand alone silicone type. "Would you care for a drink?" "Yes," I responded. "Two double scotches on the rocks." She did a mild double take. "One is for my wife, she'll be here shortly." "You got it," she smiled. I fed some more coins in the machine and pulled a second time. Ding, ding, ding. About twenty quarters plopped into the tray. "Woohoo!" said Betty as she came and sat beside me. "A big winner! Are you going to quit while you're ahead?" "I'm so far ahead this weekend, I could never lose." She spun in her stool and faced me. "See? All dry, for now," she said as she spread her legs to give me a glimpse of her bare pussy. I started to reach for her, but she spun around, grabbed the coin cup from me and started to play the slots. We continued to play for awhile. We each won a few small jackpots, but our quarter supply slowly dwindled. The waitress came with our drinks. She carefully set the drinks down between our machines. It seemed she took extra time in doing so. I paid her with cash. Betty won another jackpot. This time she got at least a hundred quarters. I stood up behind her to see that she had three bars on the machine. Then I reached for a drink and discovered why the waitress had taken so long setting down the drinks. The slot machines were sitting on a mirrored cabinet and when you stood behind Betty, you had a perfect view up her dress to her naked womanhood. She bent down to empty the coin tray and one of her tits fell out of her top. Only when she had gotten all the quarters did she take the time to slip it back into its hiding place. When she sat up straight, her dress hiked up even higher. Now her pussy was fully exposed. She looked up at me and when she saw my expression, she looked down. "Oh my," she said. "That's a bit too obvious isn't it? I'm not used to wearing such a short skirt." She stood up, let her dress drop back down to normal length and then sat back down. Without looking up, she reached her hand up my shorts. It encountered the dripping tip of my prick. She wiped it off with her fingertips and then put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. "Aren't you going to play any more?" she asked. "Not right now," I responded. "I don't think I can sit down." "Ah, poor baby." She turned to look up at me and, by doing so, gave me another peek at her nipples. "How are your drinks?" asked the waitress. I jumped. I hadn't seen her approach. I looked at her, but her eyes were on the mirror. This time Betty's bush was hidden. Then she turned to look at me. Her eyes ran up from the mirror toward my face. They hesitated as the saw the bulge in my pants with the small wet spot that had soaked through. Finally we made eye contact. "Uh, by the time you get back with the next round, I'm sure we'll be ready." "It looks like you're ready right now." she said with a smirk on her face. "Oh don't mind him," said Betty. "His mind is always in the gutter." Again when she turned to speak, she exposed a nipple to both me and the waitress. "Men," she said. "They're all alike." "Yes," said Betty. "But I like this one especially." And she ran her hand up my shorts again. "I suppose I could say something about good and hard men, or however that saying goes, but I'd best get your drinks." "Thank you," I said weakly. I noticed her nipples were sticking out even more and then I watched her walk away. "She's pretty and has a nice ass," said Betty. I turned to her. "A nice ass?" "That's what I said. Don't you agree?" I wasn't sure what to say. I was afraid I might get myself in trouble. "Oh loosen up. It's okay to appreciate her ass, just don't touch it." "Oh, okay. She does look good, but I promise not to touch her." "But once we get back to the room," said Betty, "you can touch me all you want." "Don't worry about that. I will be all over you!" We continued to play the slots. Betty's last jackpot was slowly disappearing. I was finally able to sit comfortably and Betty was better at keeping her skirt down and her legs together. A few minutes later our waitress came back with the drinks. I reached into my pocket to pull out some cash. "This round is on the house," announced our waitress. "Thank you very much!" I said. "We're not high rollers, how do we rate free drinks?" "My discretion," she said. "You two are rated very highly in my book." "Why thank you," said Betty. "My husband rated you a perfect ten when he stared at your butt as you walked away earlier." "It's my turn to thank you! And by the way, my name is Betty." "Betty, this is Betty," I said. My Betty stood up and the two shook hands. "My friends call me Red," said Betty the waitress. "I can't imagine why." I commented. We all chuckled. "And I am Rob." "Nice to meet you Rob." "Our pleasure and thanks for the drinks." "My pleasure. I hope to see more of you two. Are you staying here at the hotel?" "No, we're at the Luxor, but we promise to come back and see you later, right Betty?" "Oh absolutely, us redheads have to stick together." "Well," said Red. "I have to get back to work. I'll be back to check on you two later." "No need Red, we'll finish these drinks and head back to our room." Once again, Red gave that smirk. She looked us both over from head to toe. "I can see why you want to go back to your room!" We all laughed and Red went on her way. In the course of fifteen minutes we ran out of quarters and finished our drinks. We got up to leave, but Betty sat down again quickly. "Whoa! I'm a bit tipsy." Neither of us were used to hard liquor, especially back to back double shots. I was feeling no pain and Betty was even more buzzed. I helped her up and she held onto my arm as we headed through the casino. "Do we have time to fuck in the room before dinner?" asked Betty. "Wow, you really are looped. I've never heard you use that term like that." "Well," she slurred. "I'm drunk, damn near braless and I can feel the wind on my pussy. How do you expect me to feel?" Our new friend Red saw us and approached. "Ron and Betty, I hope to see more of you later. And thanks for the floor show!" she grinned. "You've already seen a lot of us!" I said with a leer. She smiled. "I work noon to 8 tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you then." "It's a date!" said Betty. We headed for the door. Betty was leaning against me as we passed through the doors and back out into the Vegas heat. We crossed the street and made our way past the Excalibur and on towards the Luxor. I steered us off the sidewalk and into the gardens and grounds in front of the hotel. There were lots of walkways and fountains and plants and flowers. We sat on a stone bench facing one of the smaller fountains. The location was a bit out of the way, but my no means private. I put my arm around her and gently stroked her back. She leaned on me and placed her hand on my thigh. Slowly her hand crept up my pant leg until she found my dick. She pulled on it and lifted my shorts at the same time, exposing it to the sun. I quickly crossed my legs to cover myself from the eyes of an older couple who happened to walk by. They must have been in their seventies. He didn't seem to notice anything, but the lady looked over her shoulder and smiled as she walked away. "Watch it," I said. "Or I'll return the favor." "Not if I do first!" She glanced both ways and, seeing no one nearby, lifted her dress and showed me her pussy. I reached down and gently stroked it. Sure enough, she was quite damp, so I slid my finger into her vagina to moisten it. Then I took that damp finger and found her clit. I proceeded to swirl my fingertip around her clit until she abruptly crossed her legs. Another pair passed by. This time it was two young women who didn't seem to notice us at all. I leaned over and kissed Betty full on the mouth. Our tongues intertwined and we pulled our bodies together in a drawn out hug and kiss. When I pulled back for breath, I looked at my wife. She had a dreamy look on her face and her left tit had fallen out again. "I sure would like to get a picture of you with that expression on your face and that tit hanging out." She smiled and lazily put her wayward hooter back in. Las Vegas for Two Ch. 3 "It's okay with me," she said. "I can't. I brought our 35mm point and shoot, but I don't think that would be the kind of photo we would want someone else to develop. And the Polaroid just wouldn't do you justice. Too bad we don't have a digital camera." "We've talked about getting one for months," said Betty. "Let's do it now." "Now?" "Well first thing in the morning. Then we can take any kind of pictures we want." "Can we afford it?" "We'll pay for it with tomorrow's winnings!" she said. And we both laughed. We got up and walked into the main entrance of the hotel. Hand in hand we crossed the lobby and waited for the elevator. When it arrived, six people got off and we stepped in and punched the button for our floor. As soon as the door closed Betty lifted her dress, bent over and said, "Stick it in quick!" I hesitated only a second before I pulled my pant leg aside and pointed my dick toward her rear. But the elevator jolted slightly, coming to a stop on a lower floor. Betty stood up just before the doors opened. A young couple in swimsuits and open shirts stepped in. He had on baggy trunks and had thick hair on his chest. She wore a string bikini that barely hid anything. "I wish I could wear a suit like that," commented Betty. "Why don't you?" asked the young man. "My belly is too big and that top would be overwhelmed by these." She answered and raised her boobs with both hands. "My body was never as hard as yours," she said to the young girl. The girl smiled and asked, "I like them. I was thinking of getting a boob job, what do you think?" "Leave them just the way they are, dear. When you get older, they start to drop. Gravity works." She looked at me. "What do you think?" "Uh," I stammered, "keep them natural. They're very nice." "Thank you!" she answered and proudly pushed her chest out a bit. The door opened to our floor. We nodded good byes and headed down the hall. "We're sure covering uncharted territory," I said. "You're right. Isn't it fun?" asked Betty. "Absolutely!" I agreed. The hallway was empty when we stopped at our door. I reached into my pocket to get the key card. I unlocked the door and held it open for Betty. I gawked when she pulled the dress over her head and sauntered into the room with only her shelf bra on. "Your rules," she said. "No clothing in the hotel room." "You're right!" I responded and stepped out of my shorts and took off my shirt so I too could enter the room naked. The door closed behind us. "Now how much time do we have before dinner?" Las Vegas for Two Ch. 4 “We’ve got to be downstairs in 45 minutes,” said Betty as she removed her bra. “I need to take a quick shower and do my make up. That should leave us just enough time for a quickie.” She walked over to the bed and pulled back the spread and blanket. Then she returned to me and grabbed my semi-erect penis. She held on and pulled me to the bed. By the time we walked across the room, my dick was standing tall. “Good,” she said as she looked down at my hard on. “I’ve been wet for hours so there’s no need for foreplay.” She crawled onto the bed and pointed her ass in my direction. “Take me from behind,” she instructed. Without hesitation, I got behind her. She reached between her legs and guided my cock. She hadn’t exaggerated. I slid in wetly. “Don’t be gentle!” I took her advice and began to pound her from the rear. My groin slapped against her ass and our moist private parts made a sloshing sound. “Harder!” she commanded. I grabbed her hips and pumped for all I was worth. She met every thrust with a grunt. Her pendulous breasts bounced wildly. I tried to reach for them, but they escaped my grasp. I kept pounding and she pounded back. Both of us were caught up in wild animal lust. We grunted in unison, faster and faster. I felt my balls begin to contract and a fire building deep in my groin. I got louder and so did Betty. The heat in my groined blossomed into the most intense and all consuming explosion I have ever experienced. I let out a wordless animal yell just as Betty yelled, “Yesss!” and we lost ourselves in mutual ecstasy. We continued to moan and pound until we both collapsed in a sweaty heap. Betty had fallen over sideways and I had gone with her. We lay together in exhaustion for a few minutes. “Unbelievable,” was all I could say. “No shit,” responded Betty. Slowly we got our breath back. Betty’s bottom was red from the abuse it had just taken. It looked like she had been spanked. Slowly I pulled my prick from her pussy. Our mingled fluids oozed out, onto her inner thigh. I was slightly amazed at the amount that came out. ”Either get me a towel, or lick it up,” said Betty. Instead, I scooped up the majority of it into my hand and showed it to Betty. “Did you ever see so much come?” I asked. “Well what are you going to do with it?” “How about I rub it on your tits?” “How about I take a shower,” she responded. We both got up and headed for the bathroom. I went to the sink to rinse my hand off and she turned on the shower and got in. The shower was one of those big walk in types with lots of tile and a glass door. I admired her body as she soaped and rubbed and soaped and rubbed. She saw me out of the corner of her eye and put on a show. She rubbed her soapy breasts seductively and took extra time lathering and rinsing her pubic area. “I’m done,” she called out. “Your turn.” We traded places. She watched me as she toweled off. And I watched her back. The shower felt wonderful. The jets washed away the sweat and I began to feel recharged. By the time I finished, Betty was leaning over the bathroom counter, applying her make up. Her still pink bottom was staring at me. After drying off, I approached her and licked each of her cheeks and then I gently bit her left one. “Ooh, that feels wonderful,” sighed Betty. “But you better stop or I’ll mess up my mascara and have to start over.” “Okay, but you butt is so bite-able that I couldn’t help myself.” “Mmmm,” she purred. “I’m glad you like my butt.” “I like your butt.” I squeezed her cheeks with my hands. “I like your boobs.” And I cupped her breasts in my hands, holding them up for view in the mirror. “And I like your bush!” And I rubbed her mound with the palm of my hand. “And I…” “Stop it,” she interrupted. “We’ve got to get ready for dinner.” “Okay, I was running out of ‘b’ words anyway.” Betty turned to me and kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue slipping into and around my mouth. We hugged closely, our nude bodies rubbing together and held our deep kiss for ten seconds or so. She pulled away. “Now, I’m going to put on some lipstick. I just wanted to give you a wet one while I still could.” “Your wet one gave me a hard one.” Sure enough, my cock was once again standing at attention. Betty bent over and took it into her mouth as far as it could go. Then she pulled her mouth off with a strong sucking motion and kissed the tip. “Now leave me alone so I can finish up.” With mild disappointment I took me and my hard on into the other room. I went to the closet and pulled out my black slacks, blue silk shirt and dress shoes. Honoring our no clothes in the room rule, I set them on the bed so Betty could give her approval when she came out. I didn’t have long to wait. Betty doesn’t use a lot of make up and she keeps her hair manageably short, so she came out of the bathroom about five minutes after I did. She walked into the room and turned around once. “Well, how do I look?” “You look fantastic!” I responded. “Notice anything different?” I checked her over carefully. First I inspected her pubic patch. It was nicely trimmed, but not different from the last time I admired it. Her beautiful long legs were smooth and sexy, but again, not different. Then I saw it. “Your nipples! You’ve colored your nipples.” Her large aureoles and nipples, usually pale, were now darker and contrasted nicely with the milky skin of her breasts. I inspected them closely. Whatever makeup she used was enough to add color but no so much as to be obvious. And the extra attention she had paid to them and my ogling made her nipples rock hard. I grabbed the Polaroid and without a word of encouragement, she lifted her breasts slightly for the camera. I got on one knee and took the picture from below. Her face was framed by her elevated tits with their rock hard and rosy nipples. It was a fantastic picture. The best part was the expression on her face. She looked right at the camera. Betty was confidently and proudly showing off her body. She wanted to have her picture taken. For the first time, she was enjoying what had always been my fantasy, not hers. Now she was truly aware of and reveling in the power her body had over me (and other males for that matter). I glanced at my watch. “I really hate to cover up your new red nips, but we need to get moving. Are you as hungry as I am?” “I’m starving.” She looked at my clothes laid out on the bed. “Is this what you’re wearing?” she asked. “With your permission.” “It’s fine, but skip the underwear.” “All’s fair,” I responded. Betty walked to the closet to get her dress. She chose the wrap around which was cut low in the front with four buttons below that. The hem came down to just below the knee. Being a wrap around, it could be opened in the front as high and wide as one dared. First she put on her black garter and stockings. She made a big show of pulling up each stocking. Then she put on her new black shelf bra and finally the dress. She spun around and asked, “How do I look?” “You look so damn good,” I said. The neckline of her dress framed her cleavage perfectly. Her nipples didn’t show, but it looked like they would if her top was open another quarter inch. “Well?” she asked. “What are you waiting for?” I realized that I was still stark naked. I had been so engrossed in watching my sexy wife that I hadn’t even considered getting dressed. Quickly I put on my socks, shirt, pants then shoes. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.” We headed down the hall toward the elevators. I glanced at Betty, admiring her ample cleavage. I decided to behave myself, so I kept my hands off her shapely butt. She pushed the elevator button and we waited. Surprisingly, the door opened to an empty elevator. We stepped aboard and headed down. As soon as the door closed, Betty reached over and stroked my cock through my pants. Taking this as an invitation, I reached into her dress and cupped a breast. Before we could do anything else, the elevator came to a stop two floors below. We backed off just as the doors opened to reveal a large, loud group of young people. We backed in a corner as they piled onto the elevator. The group had obviously been drinking heavily and they were all good friends. There were about the same number of males to females, but I couldn’t tell which were couples since the women had boarded first and were squeezing in all around us. I thoroughly enjoyed the view. There didn’t seem to be a bra among any of the girls and their tight tops highlighted their tits and exposed their midsections. Betty stared at one girl’s navel and boldly asked, “Did it hurt to get your belly ring?” “Not this one, it’s fake!” the girl replied as she popped it off her navel and showed it to Betty. “Mine’s real and it hurt a lot!” added another girl. “Was it worth it?” asked Betty. “Yeah,” she replied. “I can show it off, but my favorite piercings are in my nipples!” “Show us your nipple rings !” called out one of the guys. “Shut up Brady!” he replied. “Come on, you brought them up Suzie, show them to us!” he answered. So Suzie lifted her top to show everyone the gold rings, tied together with a thin gold chain. All the guys and most of the girls hooted encouragement. “These hurt a lot,” explained Suzie, “but now my nipples are so sensitive that I can almost come by pulling on my chain! Now Brady, it’s your turn, show us your gold ring.” Without hesitation, Brady lowered his pants and displayed his pierced prick. There were more hoots and howls. “Ouch!” I said without thinking. “No doubt dude,” said Brady. “Doesn’t it get in the way?” I asked. “Naw, the girls love it.” I turned to Betty. “Should I have it done?” I asked her. Without hesitation, Betty unzipped my fly and pulled out my semi-erect penis. “What do you think ladies, should he go for the gold ring?” I stood there speechless. My wife had just pulled my dick out in front of four young ladies and four men too! Suzie, who still had her tits uncovered, bent down to inspect my rapidly rising member. Suddenly, she pushed her left tit against my dick and said, “What do you think, would it look good on his prick?” Just then the door opened to the lobby. A half dozen people were treated to the vision of two dicks and a pair of tits exposed for all to see. Sheepishly, I pulled my peter back into my pants. Suzie and Brady acted as if nothing was unusual and headed off the elevator with their private parts still exposed. Suzie looked back and grinned mischievously, “Don’t do it, I like it just the way it is!” Then she turned and hurried away with her friends. Betty and I were the last to get off the elevator. We tried to ignore the stares. Las Vegas for Two Ch. 5 Bertrand’s was a short walk through the hotel lobby. “Table for Durning,” I said to the maitre’d. He didn’t even look at his list. Instead, he eyed Betty’s chest and said, “Of course, right this way please.” He led us through the maze of high backed, silk covered booths to the back of the restaurant. Our booth was secluded and romantic. It faced one other booth, which was empty and was hidden from the rest of the dining room. “Thank you for dining with us tonight,” said the maitre d. “James is your waiter, he will be with you in a few moments. Enjoy your meal.” “Thank you,” I responded. We had just opened our menus when James appeared with a bottle of 1979 Jordan Cabernet Sauvignon. “Welcome to Bertrand’s,” said James. He prepared to open the bottle. “Uh, I haven’t ordered any wine yet,” I said. “Of course, sir, this bottle is on the house.” “On the house? That’s and expensive bottle of wine!” “Then you should enjoy it,” said James with a smile. He removed the cork and poured a small amount into my wine glass. I inspected it closely and took a small sip, rolling it around in my mouth. It was excellent. I had tried this vintage only once and had enjoyed immensely, but that had been over ten years ago. Age had treated the wine nicely. “Mmmmm, that’s nice,” I stated. James poured Betty a glass and filled mine. “I’ll be bringing a complimentary froie gras appetizer in just a few minutes. Enjoy.” I stared at him wordlessly as he left the table. Then I looked over to Betty. “What’s with all the freebies?” I asked. “We’re not big spenders.” “My guess is Lance.” “I’ll bet you’re right.” I raised my glass. “To Lance!” “To Lance,” answered Betty. We reached toward each other and clinked glasses. I notice Betty’s right nipple peeked out when she leaned forward. I said nothing and enjoyed the view. She must have noticed because she looked down and smiled. Just then the maitre’d seated a couple at the booth facing us. It was Lance and Red! “Lance!” called out Betty. “We were just toasting you. Did you arrange the wine and appetizers?” Lance and Red approached our table. “Why yes, I did. Do you like the wine.” Betty’s answer was to stand up and give Lance a big, long hug. I noticed her hand reach around and squeeze his butt. Lance squeezed hers in return. “I’d like to introduce you to my wife,” said Lance. “Too late! We’ve already met,” I said. This time it was my turn to stand up and hug Red. She hugged me tightly, crushing her boobs into my chest. I didn’t have the nerve to squeeze her butt. When she pulled away, her right boob fell out of her low cut dress. “Ooops,” she said. “This dress just doesn’t seem to hold me in.” Lance reached over and slipped her dress back over her exposed nipple. “I just love this dress!” Lance announced. Everybody laughed. “Isn’t it amazing?” asked Red. “We both talked about this hot couple we met during the day and it turned out we were talking about the same people!” “Why don’t you join us for dinner?” asked Betty. “Are you sure?” asked Lance. “After all, you are in town for a romantic weekend.” “I can’t imagine that this weekend could get any more romantic,” commented Betty. “Please join us.” Lance turned to his wife. “What do you say Red?” “I’d love to!” she responded. “Are you sure you don’t mind?” Now it was my turn. “Of course we don’t mind. But watch out, Betty has been falling out of her dress too.” Then Betty really surprised me. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them up, exposing both nipples. “I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she announced. “Still without panties?” asked Red. Betty smiled shyly. “He won’t let me wear any this weekend.” “What a tyrant! Are there any more rules he thought of?” “No clothes in the hotel room. I believe Lance can vouch for that. And since I can’t wear panties, he can’t wear his boxers.” “That sounds like fun!” said Red. “I think I had better join you.” She reached up under her short dress, pulled her lace panties down and stepped out of them. “Would you hold these for me Lance?” He took them with a grin and put them in his pocket. “Why don’t we sit down?” he asked. Betty and I slid back into the U shaped booth. Lance slipped in beside Betty and Red sat next to me. In the process both Betty and Red’s tits fell out again. I was getting a bit flustered. I was enjoying the view, but I wasn’t sure that Betty would approve of my staring at Red’s boobs. The women covered their exposure just as James came back with the appetizer and two more glasses. Glasses were filled and I proposed a toast. “To new friends and romantic weekends.” We all clinked glasses and sipped the fine wine. Then we helped ourselves to the froie gras. It was served with a sour cherry coulis and fresh baked baguette. The froie gras melted in my mouth and the tart finish was fabulous. All of us were so intent on the fine food that we hardly noticed the occasional peeking nipple on each woman. Soon they had both had enough wine that they didn’t bother to cover up. We ordered another bottle and this time Lance proposed the toast. “To tits and nipples!” We all laughed and downed more wine. “Red, you have the nicest nipples. They stick out so much further than mine,” said Betty. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing from my wife. “Thank you,” said Red. “But I wish my breasts were as big and full as yours. They look so soft and voluptuous.” “Why thank you,” Betty replied. “What do you guys think?” I answered first. “I think I’ve had an erection ever since we sat down.” “Me too,” added Lance. “I don’t know about you Betty, but my pussy is so wet that I am sticking to the seat.” “I’m wet too. Say, I have an idea. Why don’t we move our meal up to our room where we can be more comfortable.” Now I was really amazed. Did our nudity rule still apply? My mind was spinning. “I’m glad you asked,” said Lance. “But I have a better idea. I took the liberty of snagging us a luxury suite. Let’s move the dinner up there.” I looked at Betty. “What do you think honey?” “I think I’m drunk and half naked and still hungry and I think we should get out of this public place!” Lance looked at his wife. “Red?” “Let’s get up there right now.” Lance made arrangements with James and we all grabbed a wine glass and headed out of the restaurant. I steadied Betty, who was a bit tipsy and we walked hand in hand through the lobby to the bank of elevators. We boarded the first available elevator. We had it to ourselves. Betty leaned over and gave me a wet and sloppy kiss. “I love you,” she said. “I love you too,” I responded. “You two act like a couple of newlyweds,” said Lance. “How long have you been married?” “Sixteen years.” “Wow! What do you think Red? Are we going to act like that in 15 years?” “I hope so,” she replied as she stepped and put her arms around Lance’s neck and planted a kiss on his mouth. Raising her arms had completely exposed her bare ass to Betty and I. Lance squeezed her bare cheeks and kissed her back. “Nice ass,” said Betty. “You must work out.” “A little,” she replied. “But mostly I’m on my feet all day which gives me plenty of exercise. How do you keep your legs so smooth and slender?” “I play tennis a lot and walk the dog.” “Do you both play tennis?” “Yes,” I said. “We even brought our racquets with us to Vegas.” “Great! Maybe we can play mixed doubles. Red and I love to play.” “Sounds good, but we leave tomorrow night.” “No problem,” said Lance. “We both have tomorrow off and I have a friend with a private court. He’s out of town. We can play there if you want to.” The elevator door opened to the top floor. Lance led us to another set of elevators and opened the door with a key card. “Two more floors and we’re there.” We entered the elevator and rode up two floors. An attendant met us at the elevator. “Right this way folks.” He led us down a beautiful marble hallway to a tall intricately carved wood door. Then he took out a gold card key, opened the door and led us into a small foyer. “We have provided a clothes rack for you here. If you need any of us to come further into the room, we will of course, observe your no clothing rules. If you need anything, and I mean anything, please press one of the blue buttons located throughout the suite.” He quickly bowed and left before we could provide any tip or word of thanks. “So tell me Lance,” asked Betty. “Does everyone in the hotel know of our special room rules?” “Of course not,” he replied. “Just a few well chosen staff. They are very discreet and actually, this type of thing happens more than you would guess.” “You mean you bring people up here all the time?” I asked. “No!” piped in Red. “We have never been up here with another couple. We do occasionally stay at the hotel for our own pleasure, but it’s always been just the two of us.” “That’s right,” added Lance. “What I meant was that guests often times request nude service.” “Is that what we requested?” asked Betty. “You didn’t, but I did,” replied Lance. “Perhaps I got carried away.” “Perhaps?” asked Red. “Honey, you’ve gone overboard. You didn’t ask them or me if we were going to get naked!” “Nobody has to get naked. I just thought…..” “You’re just a typical horny bastard and got all excited,” said Betty. “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” With that Betty stepped out of her dress. All that remained was her shelf bra, garters and stockings. “We had better get in there before room service finds us hanging out in the foyer.” “I’m with you,” said Red. She pulled her dress up over her head. She was down to her garter and stockings. “See you guys inside.” She grabbed Betty’s arm and led her into the suite. Lance and I removed our clothes. I couldn’t help but notice Lance’s rather large and semi-erect penis. “Boy, I nearly blew that,” said Lance. “You know we’re not kidding, this is new to us.” “It’s new to us too,” I said. “Betty has been full of surprises this weekend. But we have never cheated on each other or exposed ourselves to anyone ever before.” “So this is new for all of us. Let’s let the women decide what to do. I’ve gotten in enough trouble already.” “Agreed,” I said. Naked, we walked into an absolutely amazing luxury suite. End of Chapter 5 Las Vegas for Two Ch. 6 The living area was immense. Huge windows overlooked the lights of Las Vegas. Three large pillow sofas and four soft chairs were scattered about. A fully stocked bar was in one corner, a gas fireplace in another. The women were nowhere to be seen. Lance went left to what appeared to be the kitchen and I went through the doorway on the right. I stopped in my tracks for two reasons. One, the centerpiece of the fully mirrored room was a huge Jacuzzi, big enough for a small army and two, Betty was bending over looking at the controls exposing her pussy from behind. "I think I can see your tonsils," I wisecracked. Betty stood up and smiled. She looked worried. "What's wrong?" I asked. "What's wrong? I'm sitting here naked in a hotel room with two strangers half my age! I'm a middle-aged mother with sagging tits and a big belly next to a young woman with a body I never had. This is crazy!" "You're right it is crazy. Neither of us would ever have planned this, but at the same time, it's exciting as hell. And the thing I find most erotic is other people admiring your body. Showing you off is giving me a raging hard-on. I don't want to swap partners, but I wouldn't mind watching and being watched. I talked with Lance and he's as nervous as you are, and I do know that things would have never gotten this far if they didn't find you attractive." Betty smiled. "He's right," piped in Red. I didn't know how long she had been listening. "Lance and I have never strayed or swapped. But we do like showing off our bodies and admiring others. All I want to do tonight is do just what Rob said. Watch and be watched. Even that will be farther than we have ever gone. And I think you have a wonderful body. Smooth curves and juicy tits; you should be proud to show it off." Red walked over to Betty and gave her a hug. I admired their naked bodies rubbing up against each other. It seemed to me that they hugged for a long time. Just then Lance poked his head in the door. "They're setting up dinner in the dining room. Shall we?" I looked at Betty. She seemed more comfortable now. We all walked out of the Jacuzzi room, through the living area and into the formal dining room. Two people from room service were setting out a gourmet spread of specialty meats, cheeses, fruits and breads. It was a wonderful array of finger foods. A third person was opening another bottle of Jordan. All three were stark naked! The man setting out the fruit platter was in his mid twenties with a shaved head and a medium build. He was neither fat nor over-muscled. The most unusual thing about him was his total lack of body hair. No hair on his arms, legs, chest or groin. His substantial penis bobbed as he worked. Both Betty and Red eyed him carefully. It appeared that Betty had completely forgotten about her nudity. The second food server was a woman about Betty's age (early fifties). She was short and stocky, had short straight blonde hair and a neatly trimmed dark bush. Her tits were little more than aureole and huge nipples. Her nipples were the same thickness as a pencil eraser and about half an inch long. She noticed my stare. "Nice nips, eh?" she asked. "They usually don't stick out this much, but being naked makes me horny. Imagine that." "I can imagine," I responded. "When I get home, I think I'll rape my husband. He always knows when I work the nude rooms. By the way, my name is Judy and I will be your room hostess tonight." Lance was talking with the wine pourer. "Bill, I didn't think you did this type of work." "I just broke up with my boyfriend and he didn't like me to, but now I can. I like the extra pay. Not to mention the visual benefits." That reminded me of tipping. I made a move for the door to get my wallet but Lance stopped me. "No need to tip these folks, Rob. They get special pay and aren't allowed to take tips." "Really?" I asked. "Yep, besides most of us do it for fun." said Bill. He leered at Lance and bent over to inspect his penis. "I've always wanted to see your dick, Lance. Red is a very lucky lady." "Down Bill!" said Red. ""That prick's for me. I don't like to share." "A boy can dream can't he?" asked Bill. "Oh, my! It's hard to hide what I'm feeling!" Bill's shaft was hardening quickly. "Sorry Red, I'll leave now." He left, but not before he stroked his cock in view of all on the way out the door. The other male server had somehow disappeared while we were distracted. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," said Judy. "I'll bake off the dessert pastries when you're ready." "Wait," said Betty. "Why don't you join us for some food? There's way too much for the four of us." "Oh, I couldn't do that." "You can and you will!" said Red. "Besides, Lance and Rob want to stare at your nipples some more." "Are they as hard as they look?" asked Betty. Once again she surprised me. "They are as hard as they can get," answered Judy. "Why don't you check them out?" Shyly, Betty approached her and gently cupped her left breast and pinched her nipple. Judy moaned quietly. Red stepped up to her other side and did the same. Judy closed her eyes and sighed. "I think she likes it," commented Red. "Unnnh!" groaned Judy. "One touch of my clit and I come." "Rob?" asked Betty. "Do you want to take care of that?" I was certainly up to the task. I stepped over and reached for Judy's pussy. She backed up to the table, hopped up on it and leaned back between the plates of food. Her spread legs dangled over the edge. Betty and Red both leaned over and began to lick and suck on her nipples. I approached her spread, dripping pussy and pulled her glistening lips apart. Her clit was about the same size as her nipples and just as hard. My right index finger slid into her cunt. I moistened my left thumb with her flowing juices and began to massage her clit. She immediately started to writhe and moan loudly. "Oh my, oh my, oh my! Oh, augghh!" Her back arched and she maintained her orgasm for what seemed like a minute. Just as she started to relax, her back arched again and she let out another long guttural sound. This time she ground her pussy onto my finger. Her juices were running out onto the table and down my arm as well. Finally she collapsed. I pulled my finger out slowly and the ladies stepped back. Judy opened her eyes and looked up at us. "Do you mind if I just lay here awhile and rest?" "I'll get a towel to clean you up," volunteered Red. "In a bit," said Judy. "Just let me lay here and recover. Think of me as a table ornament." "And a lovely ornament at that!" said Betty. "Wow! I just noticed your clit. It's as big as your nipples!" "And just as sensitive," purred Judy. "Oops!" said Lance. "We just broke the house rules." "Oh?" I asked. "Which rule did we break?" "Hands off the staff." "Judy?" asked Red. "Are you going to tell on us?" "Tell them what? That you just gave me the first double orgasm of my life? Nobody would believe me. Besides, how could I tell on you? You've just become my new best friends. All of you." "Well, I'm glad to hear that," said Lance. "I'm just sorry that I didn't help." "Boy is my husband going to be pissed." "Oy," said Lance. "Is he the jealous type?" "No, he would have liked to watch. He probably would have been over in the corner jacking off." I don't know if I had become sober or what, but I needed to speak my mind: "Uh, folks," I stammered. "Things are getting a bit out of control. Do you think we should set some ground rules?" Betty looked at me, wondering where I was heading with this. "As Judy said, we're all new best friends, but we still just met. I'm not sure where tonight is heading, but I think we should all avoid trading fluids with non-partners if you know what I mean." "I agree," said Red. "Monogamy should be the rule. Besides, I want to know for sure who gets me pregnant. And I want it to be Lance. Not to mention STD's." "Then it's settled," piped in Betty. "Kissing on the mouth, oral sex and penetration will be done only by spousal members, so to speak." "My member is your member," I said. "Agreed," said Red. "But that means it's okay to lick Betty's breasts doesn't it?" "Yes, but you can't lick her pussy." "Can I touch it and stroke it?" "That's up to Betty. Betty?" "Only if I can feel her tits and stroke her pussy. Are your boobs as firm as they look?" "Wait a minute!" said Judy. "I demand to see clits. Betty says mine is different. And since I've never had a chance to compare, I want to see Red's and Betty's." "That sounds fair," said Lance. "After all, Judy still has her insides exposed to all of us." It was true. Judy was still lying on her back with her legs spread. Her substantial pussy lips were slightly parted and her clit, though it had shrunk some, was in full view and was bigger than any I had ever seen. During the conversation Red had slipped into the kitchen and returned with a damp cloth. "Lance honey, since you missed out earlier, would you do the honor of cleaning Judy's sweet pussy?" "My pleasure!" Lance began to carefully wipe down Judy's bush and cunt. She closed her eyes, sighed and let him do his job. After cleaning her pubic hair and wiping her pussy lips, he cleaned the inside of her thighs and gently stroked around her anus. He re-folded the towel and started in again on her lips. "Okay Big Boy, I'm clean. Now you're just doing it for fun." She sat up and smiled sweetly. Then she grabbed Lance by his erect penis. "See? You were having fun!" "I admit it! I thoroughly enjoyed cleaning up, as Red says, your sweet pussy and, as Betty says, your big clitoris." Judy kissed him on the cheek. "And I am enjoying hanging on to your stiff cock!" "That's enough for now you two," said Betty. "Let's eat and then drink some before my inhibitions come back." "Good idea," I said. "Just remember," said Judy. I want to see your clits later." Betty and Red agreed and we set to the table of wonderful foods. Las Vegas for Two Ch. 7 Betty reached across the table to pick up a napkin with her right hand. I watched her pendulous boobs hang down as she leaned over. Her right tit grazed the vegetable dip. Immediately Red, Lance and Judy offered their help. “I’ve got a damp cloth,” said Judy. ”I’ll lick it off!” said Lance. “Me too,” added Red. Lance got there first and began to lick Betty’s dipped tit. Red decided to lick her other boob, since it was the only one left. Betty nearly dropped he plate, so I hurried over and took it from her before she did. In my haste, I bumped into Red’s hip with my still stiff dick. “Woohoo!” said Red. “I’ve been poked by your pecker!” “Sorry,” I said. She reached down and held it in her left hand; her right hand remaining on Betty’s left boob. “It hit pretty hard. Are you hurt? I’d kiss it and make it better, but that’s Betty’s job.” Betty was still having her tit licked by Lance. “Uh, Lance, my boob’s been clean for awhile now.” “Sorry,” said Lance. “But your nipple is even tastier without the dip on it.” “Okay, you two,” said Betty. Hands and lips off my tits for now please. I want to eat.” “You’re right Betty,” said Red. “Eat first, lick later.” The five of us crowded around the table and resumed our grazing. I kept bumping into the women, sometimes accidentally, sometimes on purpose. As Judy reached for some olives, I reached under her for the pickles. Of course my arm brushed her boob. Red cut in front of me to get to the cheese platter, rubbing her ass across my dick. I stepped back, grabbing Betty’s boob to regain my balance. Lance stepped in behind Judy, somehow his semi-erect dick slipped between her butt cheeks. She wiggled her ass and ground it into his groin. The sight of his dick poking up between her cheeks inspired me to do the same to Red. She responded by grinding her butt into my upright prick. Meanwhile, I still had a grip on Betty’s tit. I pinched the nipple and she let out a slight yip. Lance, noting my action, reached over and did the same to her other tit. “Hold it!” called out Betty. “I want to eat! Can we keep our hands to ourselves long enough to enjoy some of this good stuff?” “You’re absolutely right,” said Red. “The night is young and the food does look good.” “Not as good as any of you three ladies,” I said. “But then again, I can’t think of anything that would look that good!” “I agree,” said Lance. “Let’s eat and have some wine. Then I want to do what Judy suggested – compare clits.” Once again, we all set about loading up some of the goodies from the table. This time we behaved ourselves. Betty and I filled up then wandered to the living room. We sat next to each other on a couch and admired the lights of Las Vegas. The food was excellent and the wine even better. “Are you having a good time?” I asked Betty. “I’m having the time of my life! It’s still hard to believe we’re sitting here naked in a Vegas high roller suite with three other people.” “Honey,” piped in Judy, who had just entered the room. “This town brings out the lust in people.” She sat down across from us. “My husband and I came out here from a no-name town in Iowa. We had no kids and were tired of farming, so we sold out to the neighbors and moved to Vegas. I didn’t know what oral sex was until I got here. Within two weeks I was swallowing Jack’s come and enjoying it. And Jack didn’t know a pussy was supposed to be licked. You can bet he licks mine all the time now.” I had been eyeing her body as she was speaking. She was leaning back in the chair and seemed oblivious to the fact that her legs were spread, exposing her neatly trimmed muff. As soon as she mentioned pussy licking, her clit began to peek out from between her lips. “Judy,” I said. “He must do a good job. Your clit has just come out and is looking for his tongue right now.” She looked down and grinned. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was acting like a penis.” “It’s too bad Jack’s not here to lick it.” “Jack’s at work right now. He doesn’t get off until 3AM.” “What does he do?” I asked. “He’s a bartender at the biggest strip club in town.” “Really?” asked Betty. “Does he come home horny every night?” “Yep! Especially since he started taking Viagra. I can barely keep up with him now.” Judy had a far away look in her eyes. No doubt she was daydreaming about her husband. “His dick stays so hard, so long now…” I looked over at Betty. Her eyes were glued to Judy’s pussy. I took her hand, led her over to Judy and placed it on Judy’s cunt. Judy came back to the present and sighed gently. “Mmmm, that feels nice,” she purred. Betty slipped the first two fingers of her right hand inside Judy’s moist pussy. With her left, she spread her lips, exposing her erect clitoris. “It’s beautiful.” said Betty. “I’ve never seen a pussy up close before and yours is just gorgeous.” “Mmmm, thanks.” Judy shut her eyes and enjoyed Betty’s ministrations for a few moments. “Okay Betty, now I want to see yours.” Judy put a few pillows on the coffee table. “Lay down and spread those legs,” Judy commanded. Betty looked at me with a slightly worried expression. “Don’t argue with the lady,” I said. “Turnabout is fair play.” Betty lay down on the table, her head on one pillow and her rear on a larger one. This raised her pelvis so that she was in full view of Judy and myself. Judy proceeded to stroke her legs and thighs, slowly working her way up to her pussy. I simply watched my wife being fondled by a woman I just met tonight. My cock was throbbing with excitement. Silently, Lance and Red joined the group. Red stood beside Judy so she could have a good look at my wife’s cunt. Lance and I stood on each side of Betty’s head. Very carefully, Judy spread Betty’s cunt lips apart. Her engorged clit popped out and Betty let out a soft moan. “It’s like a flower,” observed Judy, her nose within inches of her cunt. “I want to lick it so bad, but I know the rules.” “Here,“ said Red. She handed Judy a large black double-ended dildo. “There’s nothing in the rules against this!” Betty opened her eyes. She stiffened when she saw four people standing over her and her eyes got big when she saw the dildo. “Just relax and enjoy,” I said. She looked up at me and gasped when the dildo slowly entered her wet tunnel. It was the biggest thing that had been in her since our baby son. She was so wet that it slid in smoothly and steadily. Judy used Betty’s cunt juices to moisten her fingertips and began to massage protruding lips and clit as she moved the dildo in and out. Red bent over and began to suck Betty’s left nipple and pinch her right. Lance and I watched and enjoyed the show. Soon Betty was writhing rhythmically with the dildo. She re-opened her eyes and looked up at me. I have never seen such lust in her face. She smiled and reached up and grabbed a cock in each hand. Now she was humping the dildo, enjoying Red’s tongue and fingers and pumping two cocks with her hands. Her movements became more and more frenzied. Then her back stiffened for a few seconds. Her grip on my prick was painfully tight. She let out a guttural scream that signaled her orgasm. She writhed and moaned and jerked on our cocks. I’ve never seen her have such a total and intense orgasm. It was too much for me; her jerking hand sent me over the edge. Come squirted from my dick onto Betty’s face and neck. This seemed to arouse Betty even more and she continued to buck and moan. Lance let out a groan and came in great spurts all over her bouncing breasts. Her face, neck and chest were covered in semen. Just when she started to come down from her huge orgasm Judy slid a moistened finger deep into her ass hole, all the while keeping the constant motion with the giant dildo. Betty once again stiffened and let out a scream. She let go of both our cocks and began rubbing our collective cum into her face and chest. Red, who had cum in her hair, pinched one nipple hard and bit the other. Betty moaned louder and shook with wave after wave of pleasure. Finally she collapsed, her chest heaving. Judy removed her finger and gently rubbed Betty’s belly while Red kissed her neck. Betty was totally spent. She just lay there on the table, occasionally moaning. “Oh, fuck!” she said. “Unbelievable. Un-fucking believable. Never, never, never have I felt anything like that. Mmmmm, thank you, thank you all.” “So you weren’t faking it?” I asked. She smiled weakly. “Just let me rest. I don’t think I can move.” Red had slipped out and come back with more wine. She poured some for all of us (except Betty). “To Betty’s orgasm!” We all raised our glasses and drank. Betty was too tired to move, she just lay there, legs spread, dildo in her pussy and cum on her neck and chest. Judy left and came back with a damp sponge. She proceeded to wipe Betty down starting at her head and working her way south. Betty sighed and enjoyed her sponge bath. Judy took extra care around her stretched pussy lips, but did not remove the dildo. “Let’s let Betty rest,” said Judy. We all sat down in the living room and drank some more wine. I was staring at my relaxed wife. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was very regular, like she was asleep. “Speaking for Betty, who may be napping, thank you all for an absolutely unforgettable evening.” “It’s not over,” said Betty. “We have yet to see Red’s clitoris and we girls haven’t had our way with you men.” “That’s right!” said Red. “These men need some special attention.” “But you’re next,” insisted Lance. “We need a little time to recover and Judy needs to see your clit.” “Yes,” said Judy. “Mine is a little penis, Betty’s is a small flower and now let’s see what yours is like!” Red stood up and walked over to Judy. She stood in front of her and spread her pussy lips. Judy bent over to get a closer look. “Hmmm, it looks like a button! A prick, a bud and a button. Now let’s see if we can make it grow. Red, why don’t you find someplace comfortable so we can fondle you until you come!” “Oh, Judy, I am so ready to come!” Red plopped down in the nearest overstuffed chair. She sat back and draped a leg over each arm. The chair was so soft that her crotch disappeared into the seat. “That won’t do,” she said. “How about this?” She stood up and grabbed a large pillow and put it on the seat of the chair. Then she walked around behind the chair and hopped on to the top and spread her legs. She then leaned back and slid down into the chair until her head and neck were supported by the pillow. Her wide-open pussy was pointing straight into the air! “My pussy needs attention,” she called out. Lance handed a fingertip vibrator to Judy, who wasted no time in gently stroking Red’s glistening pussy lips. Lance also produced a digital camera and started taking close up shots of his wife’s gaping cunt. I walked over to the front of the chair and reached over Red’s head and began to fondle her tits. Red reached up and guided me in closer so my balls were hanging over her face. She began to lick and gently suck my balls. Between licks she said, “Pinch my nipples harder, I like it rough.” Lance had set down the camera and handed a new toy to Judy. It was a double vibrator that fit into the pussy and ass at the same time. Judy slowly slipped it into both holes. She pumped it in and out for a few minutes and then turned on the vibrator. Red began to shake. Her pelvis seemed to be matching the vibrations of the sex toy. She let out strange little squeals of delight. The squeals went up and up in pitch until they turned into one long and loud scream. Her back stiffened and she continued to scream. Juices were flowing out of her pussy and all over her ass, stomach and the chair. Finally her writhing slowed and her screaming stopped. “Oh that was good!” she said. “Lance, I need you to fuck me in the ass now. Please?” “Sure baby,” answered Lance. Hey lay down on the plush carpet and Red sat down on his stiff dick. Her ass was so lubed that he slid in easily. She then leaned back until she was lying atop his chest. “Betty,” said Red. “If Rob puts on a rubber, can he stick his dick in my pussy?” I looked over at Betty. She had reached down and was slowly moving her dildo in and out of her pussy. “I have a better idea,” said Betty. Shakily, she got up and walked over to the coupling married couple. “Do you mind if I use the other end of this dildo instead?” “As long as you remain attached to the other end!” answered Red. “I wouldn’t have it any other way!” Betty managed to squat down and point the other end of the dildo at Red’s pussy. I helped her get into position and slide forward so she penetrated Red’s gash. She then leaned back so their pussies were grinding against each other. It took a few strokes for them to get the rhythm but soon Lance and Betty were slamming into Red’s holes in unison. “Suck my tits Judy,” demanded Red. She did so without hesitation. “I want to suck your dick,” said Betty. I straddled Betty’s ears and leaned over. She began to suck my cock and I leaned forward so I could lick her clit. With a spare hand I rubbed Red’s clit. The variety of sounds, of squishing and slurping and grunting and sloshing were unbelievable. I looked up and saw that Judy and Red were breaking our rules. Judy was straddling Red’s face and, in between moans, Red was licking her pussy. As a group, we went to a new level of sexuality and intimacy. No words were spoken, but we all were on the sexual ride of our lives. The coordination and synchronization of our bodies was perfect. There were no false or uncoordinated moves, just a blended give and take that words cannot describe. I don’t know how long it lasted, but I didn’t want it to end. The ending was slow and easy. There were no explosive orgasms or out of control gyrations. We simply and gently stopped moving. Eventually there was complete silence and no movement. For at least five minutes we all just lay there in a complicated heap. Finally, Judy and I stood up removed our crotches from Red’s and Betty’s faces. Betty slid out of the dildo and backed up into my waiting arms. She just sat on the floor, unable to move further. Red rolled to her left, Lance’s cock sliding wetly out of her ass and the dildo popping out of her pussy. We all sat on the floor lost in our own thoughts. I was the first to speak: “Shower.” I helped Betty up and we headed toward the huge walk-in shower. Soon we were joined by the rest of the crew. There was a sensual intimacy of good friends helping each other. Soapy hands roamed amongst the bodies, rubbing and cleaning every inch of every person. Still there was no talking. I kept trying to come up with something witty or appropriate to say, but what we had experienced left us all without words. “Jacuzzi,” I said. And we all slid into the huge tub. Now, sitting in a circle, we all met each other’s eyes. The smiles were unanimous. I looked over to a table nearby and was pleasantly surprised. Somehow, and I don’t know how and when, two bottles of champagne and five glasses were sitting there. I got up and filled the glasses. Then I handed them out to the group and slid back in beside Betty. “To an unforgettable night!” Glasses clinked and we all solemnly took a sip.