3 comments/ 68207 views/ 5 favorites One Night in Vegas By: Calibanplayer Crystal had been sitting at the bar in the casino talking with this guy for about half an hour. Her friend she came with had gone to see one of the shows and she just didn't have the money to go with them. He had been sitting at a stool playing a few rounds of video poker at the station in the bar. He looked to be in his late 30s wearing a dress shirt and slacks. As soon as Crystal sat a couple seats down from him, he'd gotten a good hand that won him $500, and claimed Crystal had brought him luck, so he offered to buy her a drink. He was polite enough as they talked, and seemed interesting without coming off as creepy. He looked her in the eyes, which doesn't happen often when you have a rack of 38Ds threatening to rip open the front of your dress. Crystal didn't see a ring on his finger, so when he asked if she'd care to join him for another drink up in his room, she bit the bullet and said yes. Like they say, "what happens in Vegas..." The room was up on the 23rd floor, from his window she could see most of the Vegas strip. He opened a bottle of red wine and poured two glasses. Crystal sat on the edge of the bed, the man sat in one of the chairs. He asked Crystal if she was comfortable, and seeing this as her opening she stood up and unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall to her ankles. She stood there a moment in her bra and panties (a matching red satin set), and went to sit on his lap. Crystal could tell by the look in his eyes and the stiffness in his lap that he liked what he saw. He wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her deeply, first on the lips, then planting kisses all across her neck. Crystal wrapped her arms around him too, and soon he picked her up, carried her over to the bed and gently laid her down. He stood over her a moment and gazed at her, "you're so beautiful," he said. Crystal smiled and started to blush. Guys complimented her all the time, but this one seemed so sincere. He wasn't just trying to score points to try and get her clothes off, since they already were. He bent down and placed his finger tips on her cheek, gazing adoringly into her eyes. He slowly slid his fingers down her neck, to her chest, his teasingly light touch felt incredible to Crystal. There was a part of her that wanted rip his pants off and impale herself on his rod, she normally likes to get straight to the point, and no guy had ever complained before, but she decided to let things play out ...for now. His fingers kept moving southward in their soft caress, between her breasts, skipping over the center of her bra, and down her belly and down the middle of her panties which were now damp with excitement and anticipation. His fingers didn't stop, they slid down her inner thigh and came to a rest at the bottom of her left foot. Then without warning she felt a burst of pleasure shoot all through her body. She even moaned aloud before realizing exactly what was happening. He was giving her a foot massage. It felt especially good after all the walking around she'd done with her friends earlier. Crystal just laid there and enjoyed the amazing sensation. She always enjoyed being tied up and bound, but this man had managed to bind her limbs without any physical restraints, her arms and legs just wouldn't move. All she could do was breath slowly and moan softly. She was so overcome with pleasure that she barely heard the knock at the door. The man got up and walked over as if he was expecting someone. He must have called room service or something. Crystal didn't care if some bell hop saw her laying there in her underwear, the thought of it was actually getting her even hotter, if that was even possible. The man opened the door and a woman entered the room. She wasn't wearing a hotel uniform, she had on a cocktail dress. She handed the man a small round object as the man gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Who is this?" Crystal asked with a slight feeling of dread... "This would be my wife," the man replied as he slipped a wedding band on his left ring finger. Crystal darted up and tried to grab her dress and shoes. "I'm so sorry, we didn't do anything, I swear..." The wife started to laugh as the husband smiled. Crystal had her dress halfway back on as the wife tried to calm her down, "sweetie, it's okay." Crystal stopped, holding her dress up with one hand and her shoes clutched in the other. She knew if she'd found some girl messing with her man, she'd want to rip the girl's head off, but this couple obviously had something else in mind. "You mean you're not mad?" The wife stepped over to Crystal, and began to run her fingers through Crystal's hair. "No, sweetie. Once in a while we take a trip here and have a little fun. I get to satisfy my bi craving, and he gets to enjoy a pretty girl." The wife had moved from Crystal's hair down to her shoulders, running her fingernails along Crystal's bare skin. Crystal had messed around with other girls before, but never an older woman. The wife looked to be in her late-30's, like the husband. Crystal couldn't see any obvious signs of cosmetic surgery, so the woman must take good care of herself. Her breasts looked to be in the C cup range, nice, but not as big as Crystal's D's. Crystal though she was beautiful, and from the way she was looking back at Crystal the feeling was mutual. "So what do you say, sweetie," the wife asked, "you feel like having fun tonight?" Crystal still wasn't quite sure, "you're sure you want me to join you guys?" The wife took Crystal's hands and held them out to her sides, her shoes dropped to the floor and then her dress (which she had been holding up) slid down her legs once again. The wife admired Crystal's body, then stepped in and kissed her on the lips. Her kiss was soft, but passionate, then the wife seemed to be looking behind Crystal at something. Crystal turned her head to see she was standing in front of a full-length mirror and the wife was admiring Crystal's ass. Crystal watched in the mirror as the wife's hand began to caress her ass through the panties at first, then raised her hand up and slid her fingers inside. The wife's nails felt so good rubbing against Crystal's ass. "I've been dying to get my hands on this ass ever since I watched you walk to the elevator with my husband," she said. Her finger slid a little further down and felt how wet Crystal's panties had become. "These panties are soaked. We'd better get them off you before you catch a cold." She nodded to her husband, who came up behind Crystal and gently slid her panties to the floor where she stepped out of them. The husband then unhooked Crystal's bra while the wife slid it off in front of her. Crystal was now completely naked, while the husband and wife were still fully clothed. The wife stood in front of her while they continued to kiss as the wife played with Crystal's sweet ass. The husband stood behind them, planting kisses on Crystal's neck and shoulders while his hands reached forward to caress Crystal's breasts and gently pinch her hard full nipples. Crystal was able to see the reflection in the mirror, watching it happen while participating was getting to be more than she could bear. She was tired of being the only one in the room not wearing any clothing. She reached behind the wife's back and began to unzip her dress. The wife reluctantly tore her hands away from Crystal's ass to help get her outfit off her body and onto the floor as fast as possible. Crystal then reached behind her to unbuckle the husband's belt and slide it out of his pants. The wife unbuttoned her husband's shirt while Crystal took care of his pants. Soon their clothing was scattered all over the hotel room floor. They made their way over the bed. The wife was clearly in control. She had Crystal lay face down on the bed while she and the husband gave her a full body rub down, both paying extra attention to her beautiful ass. The wife opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a small tube of lube. The husband continued to rub Crystal's shoulders and back while Crystal slowly rubbed his cock, making it nice and hard. The wife applied some lube to her middle finger and gently probed at Crystal's asshole. The feeling was like little sparks shooting through her body. The wife would only insert the tip of her finger, teasing Crystal. Crystal started to moan for more, which made the wife pull her finger out and with her other hand gave Crystal's ass a good hard slap. "You like having things back there?" the wife asked. Crystal didn't dare speak, she nodded her head. The wife smiled. "Roll onto your side," she told Crystal. Crystal immediately rolled onto her side and the husband moved to join his wife. She took a condom out of the bedside table drawer and rolled it onto her husband's swollen member. She lubbed it up with a few long slow strokes as she teased him. "You want a piece of that ass, don't you?" "Yes, baby, I do." "You think her ass is nicer than mine?" "No one's ass is nicer than yours, baby." She gave his rod an affectionate squeeze. "Good answer. Now go to work." The husband laid on the bed behind Crystal as the wife held Crystal's leg up in the air. The husband had the tip right at Crystal's ass when he whispered to her, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." Crystal replied, "I was kind of hoping you wouldn't be." The husband and wife started laughing, the wife gazed into Crystal's eyes and told her husband, "I like her." The husband slid into Crystal's neither region, making Crystal cry out in a mixture of pleasure and slight pain. She could feel him slowly going deeper inside her, until finally she felt his thighs at her cheeks. The feeling was more amazing than Crystal could describe. And it was about to get even better. The husband slowly slid in and out, Crystal's eyes were jammed shut with ecstasy, so she didn't notice the wife kneeling down next to Crystal, still holding that leg in the air. The wife bent down and ran her mouth along Crystal's slit and began to tease Crystal's clit with her lips and tongue. It was as if someone had plugged her pussy into a light socket. For a few seconds she couldn't inhale, the pleasure was so intense. Finally Crystal was able to gasp for air and it didn't take long for her climax to hit. The husband's arms held Crystal's body tightly to him, but neither of them stopped. In the middle of her first orgasm, another more powerful one hit, taking Crystal to another plane of existence. Her body was shuddering all over, her breasts were getting sore from bouncing back and forth. Crystal was clutching the side of the mattress, as if her body would fly off into space if she let go. But the orgasms kept coming. Crystal was crying now, it was more than she could take. She was begging the husband and wife to stop. She heard the husband ask the wife if Crystal had had enough. A muffled response came from between Crystal's thighs, "nah, one more." Finally after what seemed like an eternity the wife pulled her head away and the husband gently slid out of Crystal's ass. The wife's tongue-lapping had left Crystal's poor clit throbbing. Crystal couldn't move, she was still crying from the overwhelming pleasure of it all. The husband and wife laid on either side of her, comforting and caressing her body. Crystal felt safe between them, more secure than she'd felt in quite a long time. One Night in Vegas Author' note: Thank you all for your feedback. Even the negative ones. The vitriol in which they are posted amazes me. I am working on finding a good editor. I realize my proofreading sucks. :) Remember these are fantasies. In real life unprotected sex with strangers is dangerous. Please feel free to contact me. I love chatting with my fans. ***************** We had been in Vegas for a few days now and having a great trip. My husband, Jim, surprised me with tickets. He had already talked to my boss about vacation time and made arrangement for my folks to take the kids. He had everything planned perfectly. This was not unlike him. We'd been married for 15 years and during that time he has always been romantic. He is often planning little surprises for me. He makes me feel like I have a true partner at home. He always says that marriage is 60/40. With each partner trying to be the 60. He lives it. The best part is that the loving husband, amazing father, and great provider, also comes with a bad boy side. He had more experience than me when we got married. He said in high school he noticed that every girl he liked had a bad boy she was dating, or had dated. They always complained after the fact, but, that person had got there first. In college he decided to be the bad boy. He said he wanted to be the jerk girls dated before the guy they're with now. He changed his style and was successful. When he met me, he stopped. I'd never seen him like that, but at times, especially when we were out or making love, the bad boy came out. I loved him. He pushed me to sexual limits. Nothing crazy. A brazen PDA, here or there, where his hands were definitely not in neutral territory or his hand on my knee sliding my dress up and showing off my stocking tops. In bed he'd taught me to talk dirty, to be free telling him what I want, and to share my fantasies. For my part he liked me dressing a little sexy when we were out and liked me in pretty lingerie. I had lots of sexy matching bras and panties. Some with matching garter belt. I always wore hot underwear. He said he liked knowing he was going to get a little show at the end of the day. He also said he liked it when people checked us out. I could say, checked me out, but he got his share of looks. I have to admit, in suburbia, we dressed the part, we didn't really stand out. When we were out, we put it on. At 5'4" 120 lbs, I know I looked good. I worked hard to keep that shape. My 36c breasts might not be as firm as they were when I was younger, but a good push up bra fixed that. I had thick brown hair that came down between my shoulder blades. At 37 I still get carded sometimes. To me he looked amazing. 2 years older than me, 5'11", close cut brown hair, 180, 34 inch waist, and light blue eyes. He was not a gym rat but kept himself toned enough. I would catch women checking him out all the time. Even in our suburban home town. Tonight was no different. We just saw a show and now he was taking me dancing. As we walked in the club I could see women checking him out. I also noticed men checking me out. A game we played was pointing out the people who checked us out. Especially if they were exceptionally cute. We'd also try and pick out who the other thought was attractive. Tonight was no different. We danced, flirted with each other, and were having a great time. After a few dances we looked for a place to sit. The club was packed. In one corner it looked like a bachelorette party had taken over a number of tables. They didn't seem to be using all the chairs though. We decided to ask. Jim approached them and asked if all the seats were taken. I thought they were going to blow him off until they looked at him. They all smiled and offered us the seats. We joined them. To thank them for the seats Jim bought them a round of drinks. We chatted with them a bit. They were from the Midwest. The bride was getting married in 3 weeks. There were 12 of them. They seemed to be having a great time. They were all dressed in sexy clubwear. They were a hot looking group of mid 20 yr olds. Lots of guys would ask them to dance. They'd say no and then giggle among themselves. There was one girl kind of on the outside. While the other girls shared stories and giggled, she listened mostly and laughed when something was funny. The girls did not interact with her. For fun we bought them another round. The girls decided to get up and dance. The group headed to the dance floor. They were immediately surrounded by men and were having a great time dancing. All except the outsider. She stayed at the table with us. We asked her why she wasn't dancing. She explained she was the bride's cousin. She and the bride were very close, but she did not know the bride's friends at all, so she was kind of on the outside. We told her we understood and that she could be on the inside with us. She laughed. We chatted with her. Normal small talk, the kind you'd have at any cocktail party when you meet someone. Her name was Chrissy and she was 27, single. She'd just ended a relationship a few months ago. She was a pretty girl. 5'6", maybe 130, brown hair longer than mine. She had curves. Her dress was Vegas clubwear. Just this side of street slut. Something you'd never get away with in our hometown, but in Vegas was not even noticed. It showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg. She was however the girl I would have said my husband found most attractive in the room. While many men liked the skinny big boobed blondes, my husband preferred a more quiet and dignified beauty. He liked it when a woman had curvy hips and a bit of an ass. He liked it when they had long dark hair. Basically he liked girls who looked like me. She was sitting next to us moving to the music. I wanted to go dance, but I didn't want to leave her alone at the table. I asked her to come dance with Jim and I. She of course said no and that she didn't want to intrude. I insisted. The 3 of us got up and danced. The girl moved with a sexy grace. I was wishing I could move like that. Although the 3 of us were dancing. She was mostly dancing with me. She put her hand on my hip and we swayed in rhythm together. It was kind of fun. We were in Vegas. No one could see us, it had been a while since I dirty danced. She started dancing closer to me. I was liking this. I could see girls swaying together, grinding together. This was post my time. We didn't dance like this when I was 20, maybe a bit with my husband when I was 30 and we were away where no one could see us. The music was sexy, Seductive, and pulsing. I could feel the beat pulsing through me. I could see all the people dancing around me. Sexy bodies dancing against each other. Woman grinding against their men. I let the rhythm take hold of me. She turned her back to me and swayed her hips in front of me. Damn she looked good. I looked at my husband to see if he was checking her out. I was surprised to see he was looking at me. I blew him a kiss. If he was going to watch me, I was going to put on a show. I started moving with her. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed my hips into her. She tilted her head back and pushed her ass into me. She turned to face me, then she turned me around. She ran her hands down from my shoulders to my hips. I have to admit, the touch kind of turned me on. It felt good. I closed my eyes and let the music wash over me. As we danced she turned me to face my husband. She pushed me closer. I started dancing with him. I put my arms around his neck as I swayed to the music. I kissed him. Chrissy had her hands on my hips and pushed me into him. As she did she followed in tight and was grinding against my ass. I was sandwiched between them. I was looking into my husband's eyes and grinding against this sexy woman. I liked the feeling. Chrissy then reached past me. She took my husband's hands and put them on my hips. She kept her hands on top of his. My husband looked at me with a questioning glance. I kissed him. What the hell. It was Vegas and I was having fun. I was feeling the music. I was feeling sexy. Chrissy then turned me around. Now I was dancing with her my ass towards my husband. Chrissy again had my husband's hands on my hips, hers over them. As we danced she slid his hands up and down from my hips to my thighs. As they moved up I felt my dress slide up. I looked around for the bachelorette girls. I couldn't see them. They'd been drinking heavily. I wondered if they forgot Chrissy was there and took off. I was wearing a very tight black dress that was about 6" above my knees. The material was stretchy clingy and hugged my curves. I parted my legs a bit to sway my hips down. As I did she pushed between my legs. This pushed the bottom of my dress almost to my crotch. I now had my legs on either side of her, pushing my ass into my husband while my chest was pressed against her. I could feel the skin of her thighs against mine. As we danced I felt her hand slide down my hip to my thigh. The touch was electric. I had never been with a woman, never thought about it. I wasn't even thinking about it at that moment. Just in retrospect I realized I was never against the idea. Just never really occurred to me. However at that moment, I liked the way her hand felt. I put both my hands on her hips, well, below her hips and we danced. Her hand moved up and down my thigh. She'd toy with the hem of my dress and then slide her hand down a few inches. I was enjoying the feeling. Then I felt the air of the club on my ass. I realized that my dress had pulled up that a little of my ass was showing. I was wearing a black lace thong and if she hadn't been between my legs and my husband in back of me I would have been on display. As it was I was enjoying the feeling of my husband's pants against my naked flesh. I felt her hand at the side band of my thong. I didn't stop her. I felt her playing with the side. Her fingers would caress my skin and then she'd slide them along the the thong to the top of my ass. The club was packed. Couples pushed in around us. I was enjoying the sensation of being carried away. Then I felt my husband's hand on my other hip. I could feel her fingers wrapped with his. As one of her hands explored my hip and ass. The other was guiding my husband to do the same. I leaned into him, tilted my head back and turned for a kiss. He kissed me passionately. Now she'd let go of his hands. They were both on my hips. I felt her hands slide back to my ass. She cupped my cheeks and pulled me into her. Somewhere in my mind I realized if her hands were on my ass, then my dress was not covering it. I felt my face flush and my pussy tingle. After I kissed my husband, I turned to look at Chrissy. Her hands on my ass, she pulled me to her. She bent her head down and kissed me. Now, I look back amazed at what I was thinking. At the moment. I wasn't really thinking. I was just enjoying the sensations. I kissed back. As I did I ground my ass against my husband. I could feel the hard bulge in his pants behind me. That turned me on even more. I kept grinding against him while practically humping Chrissy's leg. She turned me to face my husband. With her behind me I started kissing him. My dress was still over my ass. I could feel Chrissy's fingers wrap around the side of my thong. My husband's hands were below hers on my thighs. I felt her start to pull my thong down. My arms were around my husband's neck. The feeling of her hands and the material sliding down my hip was exciting. She pulled it down till she hit my husband's hands. He looked at me, kissed me passionately and moved his hands. Chrissy slid the thong down to my knees. She held it while I stepped out of it. I looked around. There was a couple dancing right next to us. He had his hands on the woman's ass. He saw what Chrissy did. He smiled at me. He said something to the woman he was dancing with. She looked. She gave me a thumbs up. Chrissy was still grinding against my naked ass. My pussy was now grinding into my husband. No one could see either, but I knew they weren't covered. I loved the feeling. It was hot knowing I was naked practically from the waist down, in a crowd, and no one really knew. My pussy was wet. I was wondering if Jim could feel how hot it was against his leg. I wondered if I'd leave a wet spot. Chrissy took Jim's hands and put them on my ass. As she did she put my thong in Jim's hand. I could feel the material in his hand against my skin. I felt her hands slide between Jim And I. Her hands were on my naked skin. Just above my pussy. I could feel them pressed between Jim and I. I realized the back of her hand must be feeling his hard cock. The idea turned me on. One of her hands slowly crept lower. It was slowly getting closer and closer to my pussy. I felt myself tilting my hips up to push closer to her hand, but she controlled the pace. She was taking her time. I was concentrating. The suspense of where that hand was going and when it would get there was driving me nuts. I wanted to stop her, but I also wanted to push her fingers into me. Her other hand she slid up my arm and took one of my hands. She guided it between us to Jim's cock. Using her hand she rubbed my hand against his cock. I knew we were doing it together. I knew she could feel it against her hand as well. The other hand finally reached my clit. She grazed it. I sighed and kissed my husband hard. Her hand slid lower. She had it on my clit. I kissed Jim hard. As I did I came. Right on the dance floor. I moaned into his mouth. Jim loved it when I talked dirty. If there was ever an occasion this was it. I put my mouth to his ear and said. "She's fingering my clit." He kissed me again. Chrissy's hand slid down my slit. I was soaked. Her fingers dipped inside my pussy as she got them wet she'd slide her wet fingers back up over my clit. "Oh my god Jim, she's got her fingers in my cunt," I said. "Do you like that baby? Knowing that this woman has her fingers in my cunt while we're surrounded by all these people?" He kissed me again. I came again. I could feel my juices on my dripping down my thighs. Chrissy removed her fingers and slid them between my husband's lips and mine. Between us we sucked them clean. All of a sudden Chrissy pulled my skirt down. Someone from the bridal shower came up to her, said something and disappeared into the crowd. Chrissy turned me around and kissed me passionately. She then reached over my shoulder, grabbed my husband's shirt, pulled him forward and kissed him the same way. She said, "I've gotta go," and disappeared into the crowd. I turned to my husband and said, "Get me out of here and fuck me before I fuck you on the dance floor."