5 comments/ 104398 views/ 20 favorites Vegas Strip Show Wife By: Roscoe28 My wife Jena and I were sitting at the hotel bar drinking away our last few dollars. We tried to figure out how the whole situation had gotten out of hand. The only reason why we came to Las Vegas was to attend a friends wedding we didn't count on losing our entire life savings in the process. The wedding was two days ago, we decided to make a weekend out of it by paying for a few extra days at the hotel. We went to see a couple of Vegas shows, a few of the sites, Jena even took me to a strip club and bought me a lap dance; she was always fun like that, plus she sat right next to me when it happened. Afterwards we went back to the hotel and made love. Then of course came the gambling; we thought who comes to Vegas and doesn't gamble a little. We both set our limits, a thousand dollars for each of us to gamble and no more than that. We hit a few tables together in the beginning, we did black jack, Texas hold'em, roulette. We then decided to split up and go our own way to test our luck. I went back to one of the poker tables I had some luck in, the first half hour I went up $4,000 then lost $2,000 then back up another $5,000. I guess I enjoyed the rush of it all, and the free drinks didn't help me any either, and I kept on playing even when I lost every chip I had on one hand. I was playing some lawyer from Oregon, he got me on 4 Aces over my 4 kings, and I have never seen anything like that. Even though Jena and I agreed on only a thousand dollars to play with, I couldn't resist the urge to go to the ATM and get out as much money that it would allow me to take from my debit card, and then I took out what was left in my two credit cards. After I got my chips, I went back to the same poker table and 20 minutes later lost everything I had again to the same Oregon lawyer. I knew I had to stop and I tried to tell myself I need to stop. But something had gotten over me and I kept telling myself that I could win my money back and maybe more. I was only allowed to take out a certain amount from the ATM with my debit card, so I had to go to the cashier to cash out some more money with it. I got my chips and this time went to a completely different poker table this time. I did get half my money back, at first, then the same old story happened again. There were several hands in which I knew were no good and I should fold but I just kept on going and going, and eventually lost everything again. I didn't go to the cashier this time, I decided to stop. I was going to keep whatever money I had left in the bank before I lost it all. I spent the next half hour trying to figure out how I was going to tell Jena how much money I had lost. I was also hoping that she made out better at the tables than I did; she was always a very lucky person. I found her sitting at the bar and sat next to her, I didn't waste time I told her what had happened. As I told her the story she had this very disturbed look on her face, I was afraid she was going to freak out on me. That's when she told me what had happened to her. It was basically the same story as what had happened to me, she kept on playing the roulette tables over and over again until she lost everything she had, not just the thousand dollars that she had in the beginning, but what was in her credit cards as well and also more money from our joint bank account, the same account that I used, which I calculated to the remaining of our life savings. So we sat there contemplating on what we were going to do. All we had left was $100 between us which was now dropping to $75 from our drinking. Luckily our room was paid for another two days, but we have no more money for food or for a bus ticket home. We came on a bus because our cars were in the shop for repairs, I forgot to get a return ticket but we figured we would get a ticket back home when we got to Vegas which we neglected to do. So now we are stuck here for the next two days with no money. I had to make a few phone calls, hoping to find someone who could send us some money. I left Jena at the bar to go outside for better reception for my cell phone. I dialed several numbers to friends and family members, those who I could trust to keep a secret, to tell them about our predicament and see if they can send us some money to buy a bus ticket home, but each one of them had some reason or another of why they couldn't do it. Finally, after twenty minutes on the phone I reached my friend Dale from work who said he could send us money, but because it was Friday night it wouldn't go through until Monday, the day we were supposed to leave the hotel. So we had no choice but to stay here until Monday, living off what little Jena and I had for food and essentials, and get the money for the bus tickets on Monday. I walked back inside the hotel and back to the bar. Jena was still sitting where she was talking to some guy who was leaning in too close to her. She pushed him away and I can tell from across the room that she was basically telling him to get lost which lucky for him he did. I got to the bar and sat down next to her, I told her of what I was able to do and even though she didn't like it she also felt that we had no other choice. We ordered one last drink from the bartender; we figured we deserve at least one more for our trouble. "So what was that all about with that guy I just saw?" I asked. "Forget that guy, he was a creep," she replied. "He actually thought that I was a prostitute and tried to bargain with me." "Really? He thought you were a hooker?" "Yes, and he wasn't the only one, since you walked out of the bar, I've had three other guys approaching me thinking the same thing." "Shit! I'm sorry I left you alone like that." "Its alright, you had no idea something like that would happen." I didn't think she would be hassled while I made my phone calls but to be honest I couldn't really blame those guys thinking Jena was a prostitute. First of all she was sitting at a Vegas hotel bar all by herself, which is usually a dead give away. Secondly, the way she was dressed would give any guy that idea. She was wearing a blue dress that was cut just a few inches above the knee, and the top only one shoulder strap, it was low cut and showed a decent amount of cleavage that would grab people's attention from across the room to her 36C cup tits. This accompanied by her stylish long blonde hair would give a lot of people the impression that she was either a prostitute or a stripper. Normally I would've said something if she dressed like that before going out, but I figured why not? After all it's Vegas, and what happens here stays here. "I need to rest and clear my head," Jena as she stood up from her stool. "You coming?" "I just want to finish this drink then I'll be right up," I replied. She walked away towards the elevators while I sat at the bar slowly drinking my vodka. It was only a moment later that some guy came up from behind me and slapped me on the back of the shoulder, scaring me half to death. "Hey there," he said. "I couldn't help noticing your girl, how much does she go for?" "Excuse me," I said as I got up from the chair. "I don't want to sleep with her or anything, not that I wouldn't mind under any other circumstances." "Listen buddy," I began to say "You've got the wrong—" "Here's my situation," he interrupted. "I'm hosting a bachelor party on the 15th floor, it's just us five guys up there, and I'm the best man. I had a stripper scheduled to come up but—" "Let me stop you right there," I said. I tried to set him straight with his mistake but he just wouldn't let me say a word. "But the problem is she suddenly canceled on me about 5 minutes ago and now we've got no entertainment. We've got to have a stripper, who ever heard of a bachelor party without a stripper." "Listen, I'm trying to tell you—" "Now I know what you are going to say, she doesn't usually dance—" "No, I'm trying to say—" "But I'm sure for $1,000 she could do it just for one night." I was trying to tell him again about his mistake, but when I heard $1,000 I just wanted to hear more. "So what do you say, can your girl come up and dance for us. I know its at the last moment—" "She'd do it," I said interrupting him. "Oh that's great, its room 1505 and we need you there in 30 minutes." "Ok, but just to clarify on a few things." "Ok." "She's not a prostitute, she's a dancer so." "Oh, I see." "So don't expect anything else besides a dance." "That's cool, I'll see up there in 30." He walked away. I drank the last of my vodka, paid my bill, and ran to the elevator. On my way up I kept thinking about the offer about what had just happed at the bar, but most importantly how I was going to convince Jena to go along with this. In the hotel room, Jena sat on the bed as I told her what had happened at the bar and how much the guy offered us just for her to dance naked. She sat their silently as I tried to make a strong case of why she should do this for us. Finally she stood up from the bed, walked two steps closer to me and gave me the hardest slap across the face that I have ever had. My right cheek felt like it was on fire. "You are a son of a bitch," she said. "Honey, I understand why you're mad at me—" "Do you Sean?" She asked. "Do you really? You just asked me to be a whore for you." "No, not a whore, there's no sex involved just stripping for a bunch of strangers." Again she slapped me across the face. I have to admit I did have it coming. "You suck," she said. "Jena, listen to me," I said as I put my hands on her shoulders. "We have absolutely no more money. We gambled it all away. We have no savings, we have no credit cards, and we only have $75 to our name at this moment. We may not be able to get a loan from anybody to help us get by when we get back home. We need to get as much money as we can, even if it's just as little as a $1,000, to help us get by until our next paychecks and we find other ways to support ourselves. Now I understand why you're so upset, but under the circumstances we have very little choice." I took my hands off her shoulders. She stared at me what felt like an eternity, then finally she slapped hard across the face again. "Ok, I'll do it," she said. "Oh thank you," I said. I tied to hug her but she pushed me away. "When do we have to be there?" I looked at my watch. "15 minutes," I said. "15 MINUTES?!" She yelled. I covered my cheek because I had a feeling another slap was coming but I was wrong. "That's not enough time to prepare," she said. "Prepare for what?" I asked. "I don't know, a dance routine for starters." "Oh you don't need a dance routine." "You sure?" "Yes. We just get one of your CD's, we put it in the stereo that I happen to know they have in one those room upstairs and you just dance along with it. Once you get started, you'll know exactly what to do." "Ok, fine, I'll go find something to play." She found a CD from her luggage that she thought would be good. She went to the bathroom to quickly touch up her makeup and we were off to the 15th floor. We got to room 1505 and knocked. The same guy from the bar answered the door and welcomed us in. "Thank you for coming," he said. "Guys, can we gather around our entertainment is here." There was a lot of hollering as the five guys gathered their chairs around and made the groom sit in a chair in the middle. They were not what I had expected, I expected something from a frat house movie with a bunch of guys smashing up the hotel room and a thousand beer bottles smashed around the room. Now there were a lot of empty beer bottles, but none of them smashed. And the men in the room looked very well-rounded. I guess not everything is like from them movies, or from my own bachelor party. "Hello boys," Jena said with a big smile I just stood by the room door watching, making sure there would be no funny business. Just because those guys didn't look dangerous, that doesn't mean nothing could happen. Jena went over to the stereo, put in her CD and pressed play. As the music played she walked up to the groom. "So is everybody having fun tonight?" She asked in a very sultry way. The men cheered. "Was the groom being naughty?" They cheered louder. She started dancing around slowly, wiggling her hips and bending down so each one of them could take a deep look down her cleavage. Each one of them saying something, some sexual some not, nothing too much to worry about. She focused more on the groom since he was the center of attention, she leaned in closer to him letting him get a better look at her tits. She sat on his legs with her back turned to him, she wiggled around close to his crotch while looking at me at the same time. They guys hollered some more as she did this. She got off his lap and faced him. She kept on dancing while she reached behind her back and pulled down the zipper of her dress. Slowly she pulled down the dress's one shoulder strap and pulled her arm out of. All the men where on the edge of their seats, the groom especially as she slowly pulled down the dress. They all cheered even louder as she was now in her underwear; she was wearing a black bra with no shoulder-straps, it was slightly see-thru and you could see her erect nipples. She was also wearing a matching black thong, with the front also a little see-thru, and black high heels. She danced around the groom some more before going over to each one of the other party guests, getting close to each one of them. Their cheers and comments about Jena were getting louder and more degrading. I wanted to say something but held my tongue; I thought it was best to let Jena do what she had to do. Jena was starting to look like she was really having fun with this. Every time she came up to one of the guests she made a comment to them as well, especially comments about their obvious erections that each man here was sporting. Even I was getting turned on by watching my own wife stripping for these men. She came back to the groom. She danced in front of him again, shaking her hips like a belly dancer. It was time for the grand finale now as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. She held the cups of her bra with one arm, only letting it come down just enough to show more cleavage. She was teasing him now and I can tell how anxious the groom was to see her tits. "Oh please don't tease me any more," the groom begged. "Take it off," a couple of the other guys cheered. Finally she flung the bra away and the crowd was in an uproar. I thought it was the end but apparently it wasn't because Jena still wanted to have some fun. She sat on the guys thighs again, this time face to face. She began grinding herself against him, with his hands on her ass and her tits very close to her face. I thought about putting a stop to this myself, but I couldn't resist seeing my own wife in this way. I had never seen her in this way before, I was completely aroused by seeing her grinding another man. Jena grabbed the groom's head and pressed it between her tits. She squeezed her tits in his face and held it there for a long time. The crowd got louder, there were only four other party guests in the room, but they were very loud. The groom now had his hands on Jena's back, holding her as close as he can. His head came out from between her tits and he began sucking on Jena's left nipple. I knew it was going too far, but I saw how much fun Jena was having so I let it go. The guy slobbered all over her tits as she grinded herself against his erection faster and harder, at this point she was practically dry-humping the man. They went on like this for a few more minutes before the music ended and the groom made a look on his face that could only mean that he had cum in his pants. "Party's over boys," she yelled out to them as they cheered. She grabbed the grooms head and gave him a nice long kiss on the mouth. That really pissed me off, but I held my tongue again. She stood up and gave a bow to each one of the guys and they all bowed back to her. She grabbed her clothes and went over to the stereo to take out her CD. She got dressed as the Best Man came up to me and handed me a big wad of money. "Thank you, man" he said. "That was a great show." "Thank you," I replied. "Do you have a card? I might use her again in the future." "This is her last dance, ever." "Oh, that's too bad. Well thank you again." I shook hands with the best man then Jena and I left the room. We walked over to the elevator in silence; Jena had a big smile on her face. We got on the elevator and pressed for our floor. "That was fun," she said, still smiling. "It sure was," I replied. Before we got our floor, Jena grabbed my head and pulled it hers. She kissed me good and hard on the lips, then slipping in her tongue for good measure. She pulled away from the kiss and looked me in the eyes. "I'm going to fuck you so hard when we get back to the room," she said. When the elevator door opened on our floor I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her as I ran to our hotel room. I knew how aroused she was from her experience and how good I was going to get it in bed. When we got to the hotel room, Jena didn't even wait for me to close the door before she was all over me. She started kissing me again, pressing her body hard against me. I managed to close the door then guided her to the bed. She started tearing off my clothes until I was completely naked and then she pushed me on to the bed. I laid there for as I watched Jena slowly taking off the top part of her dress. "So, did you enjoy my little performance tonight?" she asked in a soft tone. "Oh yeah," I replied. She had the whole dress off and was now in her underwear again. "Did you like it when the groom sucked on my tits?" She asked. "Oh yeah, it was so hot." Actually it was one of the few parts I didn't like, but I knew she wanted to hear that I enjoyed it. "So I guess that means you liked watching your wife acting like a whore." "Yes, it was so hot." "Now I'll be your whore." She was completely naked now, my cock was standing up in full attention to her naked body. I moved myself over to the edge of the bed and Jena kneeled down before me. She grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She had done this for me plenty of times before but now it was somehow more exciting. It didn't take long for her to take my cock and stick in her mouth all the way in until it touched the back of her throat. She hummed as she began sucking on my cock. I had my hands on her head as she started pumping my cock in her mouth faster and faster. She pulled my dick out and stroked it with her hand again, she opened her mouth wide placed my entire scrotum in her mouth. She started sucking on my balls and pulling on them as she was stroking my cock faster. I've been wanting her to put my balls in her mouth for years but never got her to do it. She took my balls out of her mouth and got on the bed with me. We held each others body and kissed while we rolled around on the bed. I had her pinned down underneath me with her legs sticking up in the air. I grabbed my cock and guided it up to her pussy and didn't hesitate as I shoved it right into her. Her pussy juices have never been so wet and warm before. As she felt it go in she yelled something blasphemous in the lord's name. I started fucking her as hard as I could as she begged me to go faster. She held me tight against her, I can feel her hard erect nipples on me as her tits were firmly pressed against my chest. We turned over and she was on top of me now. I laid back looking up at her as she was bouncing on my cock. Her hands were on my chest with the nails digging into my skin as my hands were on her ass. Her tits jiggled around and her hair was flying wildly, it was like I was fucking a different woman tonight. Vegas Strip Show Wife She got off of me and moved over on the bed and got on all fours. I got around behind her and put my cock back in her pussy. I had one hand on her waist and the other hand grabbed a chunk of her hair as I started fucking her good and hard. "OH YES! OH YES! OH YES!" She was yelling. "Oh fuck yes you fucking whore!" I replied. "Oh yes, I'm your fucking whore. Treat me like your whore." I showed her how much she was my whore as I slapped her twice hard on the ass and began fucking her harder. She was now screaming my ear off and the headboard was banging against the wall to the point that chips of dry-wall were coming off. I knew the time was about to come, and I tried to hold on for as long as I could. I didn't want it to end but I had no choice of the matter. I gave a sudden stop as I shot a hot steaming load of my cum straight into her pussy. I felt her cum at the same time as I did and some of her pussy juices started streaming out of her and onto the bed. I pulled out of her and laid down on the bed. Jena put her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. "That was great," she said. "I know," I replied. "I guess I can always take up stripping to get our savings back up." "I would like that." She opened her eyes and giggled. "I was only joking," she said. "I know." "I'll just dance for you only." She closed her eyes and we both went to sleep. The End.