3 comments/ 20168 views/ 3 favorites Vegas Baby!! Ch. 03 By: Geilemeid Authors note: I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him. But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. This is the second part of my story where I actually make it to Vegas. A lot more sex in this part. Hope you like. You can read this part separately, but you will miss a lot of place setting and the people involved. --- Part 3: Flying to Vegas! Finally! Finally it was Saturday morning, the day I would fly out to Vegas with Gregory. My mind was racing and I couldn't think about anything else but my trip and fantasies about what would/could happen. The anticipation, together with my abstinence the last week had me going crazy. My nipples were super sensitive and my pussy was always soaked and so hot it felt like it was on fire. Needless to say, I didn't get a whole lot of work done that last week. The flight was scheduled to go out at 9:50 am, so we needed to be at the airport around 7:30 am to make it through security and check in. We live an hour drive out from the airport so by 6:30 we were planning to hit the road. My bags were all packed already, I did that towards the end of the week. I made sure I had enough lingerie and socks to keep me in something fresh for my 9 days I was there. Then I added some conservative clothes to wear out: a pair of jeans, some dresses, a few skirts and blouses, ... But the most room was reserved for my going out clothes: racy, low cut, snug fitting T-shirts, mini- skirts, special sex outfits (nurse, little red riding hood, ...). Of course, a few bikini's, some pairs of shoes, my make-up, ... were packed as well. All kinds of situations flashed into my brain as I placed my things in my bag and I knew I was going to have so much fun. My alarm was set for 5:30 am, but I was awake at least an hour before. I stayed in bed a little longer, thinking about the trip. My excitement, mixed with my nervousness, had me aroused to the maximum. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs slightly. I let my hands slide over my naked body down to my pussy and cupped it when I got there. I could feel the heat radiating of my pussy and decided I quickly had to get up before I started masturbating again (I promised myself that the day of my departure I wasn't going to get myself off and wait for Gregory to do it). "Okay. Stop Vero!" I said to myself before I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom. Even though it was still really early, I could see it wasn't going to be long before the summer sun was going to be coming up. I stood there for a while looking through the Velux at the beautiful sight while enjoying the still crisp morning air on my naked body before I stepped into the shower. When I stepped into the shower and let the fairly cold water run over my body as I imagined how things how go today and the next days to come. Even with the cold water cooling me down, I was still very hot and horny. And now my nipples were sticking out proudly as well on my 2 soft mounds of flesh. They were so erect, they hurt. I held out as long as I could before washing myself, but in the end I think it was only like 5 minutes I was able to stand under the water just relaxing. If I had waited any longer with washing myself, I would have masturbated surely. It was almost 6 o clock when I stepped out of the shower, clean shaven and washed from head to toe and remembered thinking "Damn! Still only 6!" I stepped into my wardrobe and took out the clothes I was going to wear. It didn't take long as I didn't have much of a choice. Gregory had told me what to wear. "Wear a loose summer dress, and don't even think about wearing any panties or a bra under that!" he told me in one of our last chat sessions. Luckily my breasts are firm enough for me to be able to go braless once in a while. This was definitely the right occasion. I took a bright red dress out of the wardrobe and hung it up in the bathroom. The dress comes just to my knees and it covers my breasts with 2 pieces of ribbed cloth that tie around my neck. Since the dress is open on the back and just held up around the neck, you can't wear a bra under it. I was sure Gregory and my hubby would approve of it. Next I applied my make-up, did my hair and painted my nails bright red to match the dress while I let the cool, morning, summer air dry my wet body. I was just stepping into my dress when I heard our alarm clock go off and Bart rolling out of bed. "Good morning sweetheart!" I said cheerfully when he walked into the bathroom. He startled for a second, still half asleep and said "Damn, are you ready already?" "Sure am. I couldn't sleep anymore because of the excitement." I said honestly, not a hint of fatigue in my body. "Hahaha, I had the opposite, I had a tough time getting to sleep." he replied. When he was done going pee, he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck while I felt his hand hike up my dress until he was able to slip his hand under it to find my bare pussy. As soon as he found it, he slipped his middle finger as deep as he could into my moist pussy. I stood there frozen. I couldn't move and concentrated only the feeling of his finger sliding in and out of my now already sopping wet pussy. My knees were getting weak and I was supporting myself on the bathroom sink. I started moaning and breathing heavier as I felt my orgasm approach. But then Bart all of the sudden stopped and walked into the wardrobe, laughing as he turned away. I moaned in utter desperation "OOOOhhhhhhhh, come on Honey, finish me. Pllllleeeeeaaaassssseeee!" I begged, still holding on to the sink to make sure I didn't fall over. "Oh no, you'll have to wait a while longer ..." he laughed as he picked out a jeans and a T-shirt out of his side of the wardrobe. "Damn you! You are just evil! What a cruel and unusual punishment!" I said frustrated and in pure agony. "Hahaha, and you love it!" he continued to laugh while getting dressed. We went downstairs and had a quick cup of coffee before heading out. It didn't taste good at all. I was way too antsy and nervous. I could tell Bart was excited too. He kept telling me how erotic he thought this was and how he couldn't wait to hear from me and have me back home so I could tell him all about my trip as we fucked ourselves silly. His mind was racing and I decided to quickly give him a last blowjob before we had to go to thank him for letting me go on my vacation and to show him how much I love him. I slid off my chair onto my knees with my head immediately level with his crotch. My hands were tugging on his zipper and undoing his belt before he could set down his cup of coffee. When his pants were open he lifted his hips just a little to allow me to push them down, together with his boxers. His cock was already hard and glistening with precum when it jumped out of its convinces. I expertly swallowed it without the use of my hands into my warm mouth and started bobbing up and down. I heard him moan as he grabbed my hair as he face fucked me. It didn't take long before he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed every last drop and neatly tucked his dick away before coming up to kiss him. "That was great honey!" he said when I broke our kiss. "You are welcome baby! Something to remember me by the next 10 days." I replied as I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was not very messed up and I was able to lay it the way I wanted it with my hands, but my make-up definitely need touching up. "I'll have to touch up my make-up in the car," I said as I turned away from the mirror towards the front door. Bart walked by me with my suitcase in his hands and laughed "Why? It's looking perfect as it is ..." I grabbed my carry on and closed the door behind us "Yeah, right. You wish!" We were out the door 10 minutes late, but the fact that it was an early weekend morning meant there was hardly anybody on the road and we were able to squeeze the drive time down to 50 minutes instead of an hour. It still gave me plenty of time to touch up my make-up and relax (or at least try) a little before we arrived at the airport. My hubby dropped me off in the 'kiss & ride' zone and unloaded my luggage for me. We said our goodbye's, I promised I would call him as soon as we arrived. I gave him a nice long hug and kissed him the way I only kiss him before I headed off towards the check in. Bart got in his BMW, smiled and winked at me and said playfully "Behave now! Don't do anything I wouldn't!" "Don't worry. I won't. I'm a good girl!" I said batting my eyes at him as he drove off. I turned around and headed into the terminal and started scanning the boards for the check-in gate I needed. There, 7C, I found it. Just then I felt a hand touch my waist, I turned around and saw Gregory standing there with a big smile on his face. "Hello hot stuff!" he said as I turned towards him. "Good morning," I replied as I let myself fall around his neck and kissed him. After a few seconds of letting our tongues dance in each other's mouths, I took a few steps back, posed for him, made a 360° turn and asked him if he approved of my outfit. I was standing there before him in my red dress and my red stiletto pumps. "You look so hot I could fuck you right now," he said. "Now, now, be a good boy. You'll have to wait," I said as I walked back to my suitcase. We queued in our check-in line and played and talked to pass the time. Thank God it didn't take very long because I don't think I could have held out much longer. By the time our luggage was checked-in and we were on our way to the gate I was on the verge of dragging him into a quiet corner and fuck him right there against the wall. As it happens, our gate was all the way at the end of the second terminal and it took a good 15 to 20 minutes to get there. I'm not complaining tough, it kept me busy. I so badly wanted to hold out until we were in our hotel room in Vegas to fuck him, but I knew that if I had too much of free time I wouldn't be strong enough. So to drag the walk out as long as I could, I stopped in every store and looked around for clothes, perfume, sweets, ... When we finally reached gate 3 it was 9:15 and the waiting seating area was pretty crowded. Still Gregory and I managed to find 2 seats across from each other. I looked at my clock as I sat down and thought "we should start boarding pretty soon here." "Pfieuw, that was quite a walk," I said as I looked at Gregory sitting down across from me, leaning over towards me. "Yeah, it was," he replied as he took my left foot and placed my heel on his chair between his legs. Then he took off my shoe and started massaging my foot. I love foot massages and Gregory was an expert I must say. He had me immediately relax in my chair with my head tilted back and my eyes closed. I was still being very aware of my surroundings though, and made sure my knees were locked together to keep from exposing my bare pussy for everyone to see. I don't think he massaged my left foot for more than a minute when I heard one of the stewardesses announcing that boarding had begun. I heard lots of people getting up and standing in line to get in. I just stayed relaxed in my seat and enjoyed the foot massage. After 5 minutes, when most people that still weren't on the plane were queuing behind me I placed my right foot in his lap. Gregory immediately took my hint, slipped on my left shoe and started working on my right foot. Now of course, with both my legs up on his lap, my dress was falling back quite a bit more, but it didn't matter so much anymore since nobody else was in a position anymore where they could look up my dress. I decided to tease Gregory a bit and slowly parted my knees just a bit so he could look up my dress and see I was indeed 'commando' as he commanded. I anticipated a reaction so made sure I had my eyes locked on him as I showed him my neatly shaven cunt. When he noticed I parted my legs a little bit, he slowly shifted his gaze up my leg, under my dress, until he reached my moistening pussy. He had a look of pure lust on his face and when he looked up at my face I just gave him the wickedest smile I could manage. "That's all for you and whatever you decide to do with it," I said. "God, I just want to eat that pretty little cunt of yours!" he said with a deep husky voice. I quickly jumped up, took my carry on and queued behind the guy last in line and said looking over my shoulder "You will baby, you will. As much as you want!" I could feel my juices starting to slowly trickle down my leg as I was standing there. Things didn't improve when Gregory came up behind me and squeezed me in his strong arms. "Seats 34a en 34b, towards the end of the plane." the stewardess said cheerfully to us as she handed us our tickets back. Gregory took them, thanked her and we walked down to the plane. The plane was booked solid and it was a bit crowded as I'm sure you all know what it's like. After a few minutes of trying to get to our seats, waiting for people to load their carry on in the overhead compartment and getting into our seats we reach ours. There was already a gentleman sitting in 34c. I guessed immediately he was also going to the big convention even though he didn't look geeky at all: tall, slim, little tan, short hair and clean shaven. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a sports coat over a dark shirt. As soon as he saw us standing at the seats he got up to let us by. Gregory moved in first to sit next to the window and I followed to sit down in the middle. "Thank you," I said as I sat down. "You are very welcome," the guy said with a gentle tone of voice. Gregory and I pretty much immediately started talking up a storm while the plane prepared to take off. Pretty soon we were up in the air and flew towards London Heathrow for a quick step over, before continuing on to Las Vegas. Luckily, that was the only stop and the people sitting on the first flight pretty much all seem to return on the flight to Las Vegas. I think in all it added only like an hour of actual travel time. Anyway, when we all got on the new plane, I saw the same guy sitting in our 34 row. He was busy scanning the plane. Don't know why, but I had the idea he was trying to see if we got on this plane as well, and if we would sit still next to us or to 2 other people. I knew the answer when he saw me walking up to him again ... "Thank you again," I said with a smile when we sat back down. "Anytime, madam," he replied. I felt him looking at me, but he didn't say anything anymore. I decided the flight was still long and didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, so I started reading through the in-flight books as the plane took off. Half an hour into the flight, we started heading over the Atlantic and I could feel the temperature dropping. I took a blanket and wrapped it over me around my neck. It reached just over my knees, which was perfect. I felt warmer almost immediately. When Gregory saw my blanket draped over me, it didn't take long before his hand moved under it to lie on top of my dress. I didn't move it, but instead turn towards him and looked with a gaze full of lust into his eyes. He smile, slowly pulled up my dress until he was able to reach my pussy. When he finally touched it, it was already back to the wonderful state of wetness that I like. He slid one of his fingers into my twat and with his now wet finger he started rubbing over my clit. Every time he flicked it, it sent shock waves through my body. I tried to stay as quiet as I could, but I know I wasn't completely soundless when my first orgasm crashed into me, taking hold over my body. I hadn't taken more than a few flicks across my clit and I came like a rocket! When I came back to, I saw from the corner of my eyes that the guy next to me was watching me and the motion beneath the blanket instead of reading his book. (If he was trying to be inconspicuous about it, he wasn't really succeeding, lol). "I'm sorry," I said as I turned towards him "my boyfriend here and I are getting married tomorrow in Vegas. It's just the excitement, you know ..." "That's ok ma'am, I sure understand." he said politely. Next I turned to Gregory. He had these big eyes and a look of complete surprise on his face. I chuckled and filled him in on my hubby's condition. "I could only go to Vegas with you if we pretended to husband and wife." I whispered softly in his ear. "And since we'll be pretending to be husband and wife, we might as well have a fake wedding, including wedding night and all," I continued. "Does your hubby know about this?" Gregory asked softly with a smile. "Not yet ..." was my short reply. We both chuckled and concluded Bart would thoroughly enjoy my surprise and continued fooling around a bit under the blanket. The first round of drinks had come and gone and Gregory excused himself to go to the bathroom, which were a few rows behind us. There must have been at least 6-7 people waiting in front of him. But I guess that is the only way to get a little exercise in, so I don't blame them. After Gregory was out of his seats and queuing, the guy next to me and I sat back down. He finally saw his chance to talk to me a bit and started conversation "Your soon to be husband is a lucky man!" "Thank you," I replied politely, thinking to myself "You have no idea!" "Are you going on vacation?" I continued to the conversation. "No. I'm going to an IT convention which is being hosted there every year this time of year." he confirmed what I had already suspected. I decided he didn't have to know my background and decided to play ignorant "Oh! Sounds interesting." "Yeah, it is. But you have to be in the IT scene to enjoy it, I guess." "Well then. It's not for me. I'm a veterinarian" I lied. The guy didn't answer immediately and I noticed he was trying to imagine what was under my blanket. He wasn't very obnoxious about it. He was even kind of embarrassed, especially when he saw I caught him. I quickly looked over the back seat and saw there were still 4 people in front of Gregory and smiled at the guy next to me as I turned back around. I leaned over his chair, took his blanket, ripped the plastic and threw it over his lap. He just sat there motionless, probably in shock and wondering/hoping what I was doing. "I'm Veronique," I said to him as I guided my hand under his blanket when I was done. "I'm ... I'm ... Frank." he stammered as he felt my hand resting on the bulge in his pants. "Hi Frank! It's nice to meet you." I said with a sexy voice while I started squeezing his dick through his jeans. "I ... I ..." he couldn't speak anymore and nervously looked over his shoulder trying to see where my fiancée (in his mind) was. I thought it was soo sweet. He was so innocent he hadn't even put his hand under my blanket yet. Instead he was sitting there with a nervous look on his face and sweat forming on his forehead. "Don't worry about it. He won't mind." I said, as I unzipped his fly and forced his cock out of its prison and wrapped my soft hand around it. Frank didn't answer. Instead he relaxed in his chair and helped me by opening his pants completely and pulling down his boxers around his hips under the blanket. Then he took his book and held it over the blanket to try and cover more what was going on. With his right hand he started groping around under my blanket until he reached my sopping wet pussy. We didn't say a word for the next 5 minutes while we were slowly masturbating each other, but I could tell he was definitely enjoying my touch as his hips were very gently matching my strokes and his breaking became much heavier. I was sure enjoying his touch as well. He had 2 fingers buried deep inside my cunt and instead of pushing them in and out he kept making circles with them in my pussy and crossing his fingers, while all the while his thumb was teasing my clit. I'd never been finger fucked like that and it felt wild. He came before me and I heard him squirm just a bit as he shot his jism allover my hands and the blanket. The warm feeling of his cum on my hand, and his dick throbbing in it, pushed me over the edge too and I had a major intense, very deep orgasm. Vegas Baby!! Ch. 03 Another minute or so later Gregory came back from the bathroom, but our hands were still firmly attached to each other's sex organs. When he saw the blanket lying across Frank's lap he knew immediately what was going on. He grinned and instead of having us get up for him, he stepped over us back to his seat. I noticed that Frank was very nervous again. Which is understandable, I mean, his dick has just shot his cum all over the hand of the wife that is to be married tomorrow with the fiancée who is now stepping over his lap. "I see you have been acquainted with our neighbor here" he said to me, but looking at Frank with a smile on his face. "Yeah! I have. Honey, this nice guy here is Frank. Frank, this is my fiancée Gregory" I said cheerfully. Franks fingers were still tightly wedged inside my pussy, so he shook Gregory's hand with his left hand. "Hahaha, can't get yourself to pull your fingers from her wet cunt, can you?!" he joking said. Frank just turned red and didn't reply so I stepped in to help him "Come on honey. Don't tease him like that. The poor guy is nervous as hell!" "See, there is nothing to worry about," I said to Frank and started slowly massaging his balls. Frank took his fingers out of my pussy and forced his hand under the front of my dress onto my tits and nipples. My smiley juices smeared over my tits was super erotic to me and I was horny as hell. The next few hours Gregory and I got better acquainted with Frank. Or at least we got to know him better, as we kept role playing our soon to be husband and wife role play game with Frank. All the while the men were fondling my body with their busy hands. We learned that Frank was 29 years, single and working way too much. We told him we had been together for 3 years now and everyone knew we were going to Las Vegas to get married. We also told him that we have been swingers since the start of our relationship and that we wouldn't want it any other way. Of course, Frank wanted to know in great detail about some our adventures. The way Gregory and I played of each other was just perfect. We had a great mix going of my real escapades and fantasy. "How about you and I go to the bathroom together," Frank came out all of the sudden, looking me in the eyes. I knew what he wanted. And as horny as I was talking and playing with these 2 handsome men, I had to shoot him down "Sorry Frank, not going to happen." "It's not that I just want to be tease and get you hot and horny without helping you out, but these bathroom stalls in the airplanes are just too small and too gross." I told him truthfully. "Oh, come on. Please Veronique. You've got me sooo hard, I just want you so bad! How about only a blowjob?" he begged me. "I'm sorry hun. But even only the thought of going with 2 in these bathrooms here, turn me off." I replied. "I understand ..." he said disappointed. "But ..." I continued. He quickly looked but with a hopeful look in his eyes. "Perhaps you can come to our wedding tomorrow? Gregory is going to need a best man." I said. He just looked at me and Gregory alternating. "And perhaps I can need one too ..." I said in a sexy deep voice as I squeezed his hard dick again under his blanket. "I would love that! I'll be there! What time?" he replied. "Cupids Wedding Chapel, 4 o'clock." "I'm there! Count on it!" he said eagerly. I smiled at his boyish enthusiasm and kissed him on the cheek "Can't wait ..." The next few hours, we talked, watched a movie, slept, fooled around, ate, ... until finally we were arriving in Vegas. It was around 5 pm when we were starting out decent. It was still light out, but Vegas looked beautiful from way up. I couldn't wait to get off the plane. While were descending, we took the time to get ourselves straightened up as much as we could. I noticed though that Frank had a dark cum stain on the outside of his jeans, as well as Gregory. I had a good laugh about it, until I noticed the back of my dress had a big old wet spot. The boys had kept me wet for so long, all my juices which were running down the crack of my ass, were now soaked into my dress. "Oh well, nothing I can do about it now," I replied as they were now making fun of me. When the plane landed, we headed together to the baggage claim. The men were walking behind me, because they loved looking at my ass turn and the wet stop on my dress wave they said. I didn't mind too much because it gave a little bit of protection from other eyes. Luckily the bags came pretty quickly. Gregory loaded them on a little trolley as I turned towards Frank for a long wet kiss and said goodbye to Frank. Then we hurried outside to catch a cab. "Luxor hotel please," Gregory said as we got in. Now, the cab ride wasn't very long, but these last 30 minutes were getting very tough. All I wanted to do was climb on Gregory's lap right there and have him fuck me silly. Still, I don't think the cab driver would it appreciate it, so we stayed as decent as possible and kept it to a little groping and kissing while he drove us to our hotel. Check-in took hours! Or so it seemed. But finally we were in the elevator, on our way to our room 511. It was almost 7 o'clock but I wasn't very hungry yet. All I wanted was to be fucked. Bart didn't let me have sex for more than a week now and I was going out of mind with anticipation. We almost ran with our suitcases from the elevator through the hall to our room. "Let me quickly call Bart to let him know I arrived safely" I said as I ran into the room after Gregory had unlocked it. I had the phone in my hand, dialing our number as I felt Gregory come up behind me. He pushed me over onto the bed and hiked my dress over my back. I could see his pants were already around his ankles and his hard dick was sticking out proudly. "Wait 1 second!" I hissed at him as the phone was dialing. "Why? You can talk to your hubby. I can't wait any longer, you slut." he replied. I gasped as he stuck his rock hard cock deep into my wet cunt with 1 push. Then I tried to concentrate as I heard the voice going over. It took 2 rings when Bart answered the phone "Hello?" "Hi honey ... It's me ... I arrived safely ..." I tried to say as normal as possible. "Okay, good. Have fun, okay?" Bart replied "O ... K ... I ... will ..." I replied have out of breath as Gregory was now fucking me hard and fast. "What's going on there?" I heard Bart ask on the other side of the line. But I couldn't answer. I was too lost in the great sensation Gregory was giving me. "Hello? ... What's going on there?" Bart said again. "I'm ... sorry ... what ... honey?" I said as I regained enough focus to answer. "What's going on? He is fucking you right now, isn't he?!" Bart yelled in the phone excitedly. "... ahhh ... yes ... he ... ahhh ... is ..." I moaned in the phone. "Oh my god! You fucking slut! Is he fucking you good?" Bart replied. " ... yes ... he is ..." I managed to say. "God, I'm so hard right now! Leave the line open!!" I heard him say. "Okay" I quickly said as I dropped the phone from my hands and completely gave in to the pleasure Gregory was giving me. "God yes! Fuck me Gregory! Fuck me hard! My hubby hasn't given me any in over a week!" I yelled loud enough to make sure Bart could hear me. "God .. I'm cumming" Gregory grunted as we both climaxed. He shot his cum deep inside my waiting womb and the next few minutes I had one big, giant, earth shattering orgasm. The combination of the anticipation, abstenance, knowing that my hubby was listening to us on the other side of the world, ... was almost too much. After a few minutes, Gregory slipped outside my pussy and I felt his jism run out of me. I had regained my composure enough to pick up the phone again "Hello?" "That was awesome!" I heard Bart say. "God, it was ..." I said out of breath. "I can't believe we haven't done this before." Bart said "Having me listen in on you with the phone." "Haha, lol, I know. It felt as if you were right here with me. Watching me." I said. "I know. I felt the same." my sweet hubby replied. "OK. I have to go now. I have to go now, get ready for our wedding of tomorrow." "What?!" was Bart's reaction. "Well yeah. You said I could only go if we went as husband and wife. So I thought I might as well have a nice little wedding. I love you!" I said teasingly before hanging up the phone. Gregory chuckled when I put the phone down "You are just such a tease!" "Hehe, I know. But I know Bart loves me like that." I got up of the bed. Stood before Gregory and untied my dress around my neck. It fell to the floor and I stood naked in front of Gregory in my red pumps. My pussy was red and swollen and leaking his juices. Then I walked up to him and sank to my knees. I took his glistening wet cock in my mouth and sucked him back hard while he kicked his pants of and pulled his shirt over his head. It didn't take more than a few minutes before his cock was fully erect again and this time it was my turn to push him onto the bed. He fell on his back and I straddled him, guiding his dick deep in my soft, wet pussy. My tits were dangling in his face and rubbing over his chest as I ground my cunt over his pelvis. He eagerly sucked and pinched on my nipples. The tangs of pain were only adding to my pleasure and it didn't take long for me to cum again on his cock. After I came back down, he turned me around and fucked me missionary style. He changed between fast and hard and slow and deep. He held my legs upon wide, placed them on his shoulder, or had me clamp my legs around his waist. The various little changes made it so he hit a different spot inside me. And every time he managed to make cum so hard I actually squirted. When he finally came, he collapsed on top of me and we both fell asleep. I woke up around 3 am. Gregory was now sleeping next to me and I saw that there was a vegetable salad standing next to me on the nightstand. How thoughtful of him, I thought as I sat up and ate it to still my hunger. My hunger for food was now stilled, but I still hungered for cock. Bart sure was right. Not allowing me to have sex for a whole week had me so horny like I had never been before. I woke up Gregory by grabbing his dick and slowly jerking it to life. When he was semi-hard he turned towards me and spooned me. He guided his still semi dick into my cunt and I felt it grow hard as he fucked me half asleep. As soon as he was fully hard I came and Gregory grabbed my hips as he shot his third load of the evening inside my slutty pussy. I drifted asleep blissfully and couldn't wait for tomorrow ... --- Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Finally made it to Vegas ... Let me know what you think! Vegas Baby!! Ch. 04 Authors note: I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him. But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. This is the fourth part of my story where I "marry" my lover and start my sex filled "honeymoon" with my lover. You can read this part separately, but you will miss a lot of place setting and the people involved. PS: Sorry for the long wait. Life got in the way of writing ... :) --- I woke up that morning with a smile on my face. I had horny dreams all night, dreaming about the day ahead and the perverted things Gregory had lined up for me this vacation, which I still had no idea about. God, I was royally fucked last evening, during the night but I was still as horny as can be. This couldn't be the effect anymore of my hubby not allowing me sex for a week, right? No, it must be my perverted mind keeping me in constant arousal for the perverted things still to come. I looked at the clock. Only 10 am?! That must be the effect of the jet lag, I told myself as I rolled over from my right side onto my back and let my legs fall open just enough for me to be able to reach my pussy. My hand slid down and I cupped my still swollen cunt while planning my day ahead. I slid my fingers in between my lips without penetrating my pussy and enjoyed the gentle pressure on my clit. Gregory was still asleep next to me and I admired his body as I played with myself. "OK, stop Vero!" I told myself before it started feeling too good. I jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom and started running the shower. While the water warmed up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess: my body covered in sweat from sleeping in a much warmer climate than I'm used to, my hair all tangled up, my make-up smeared, my pussy red and swollen from the all the sex it had the night before. Still, I thought I looked hot, in a very slutty kind of way. "Hhhmmmm, I can't be walking down the aisle looking like that," I told myself as I jumped in the shower. I washed myself thoroughly and stood another 15 minutes in the shower, just enjoying the water sliding down my body and thinking of my hubby and wondering what he was doing right now and if he was enjoying himself as much as I was. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself of as I walked into the room and saw Gregory still sleeping. He was lying on his stomach and had the sheets only over his legs. His ass made me want to jump on the bed and have him fuck me, but decided not to do it because I wanted to get ready for my wedding later that day. I put on a bra and a pair of panties and decided on something casual for now: a skin tight jeans and a comfortable blouse with a normal pair of low heeled shoes. I walked back into the bathroom, combed my hair and was ready to go. It was around 11 am now, which gave me not that much time anymore to get ready for my "big day". Before I ran out the room, I kneeled on the bed over Gregory and woke him up with a kiss "Time to wake up!" "Hhhmmmmm ...." he groaned, still have asleep. "I'm going to go get ready," I said "I will meet you here at 3 pm. Make sure you have something to wear." He rolled over onto his back and looked at me with a smile "Don't worry, I'll be ready!" "I'm sure you will," I laughed as I got up from the bed, fighting off his strong hands trying to pull me back onto his chest. As soon as I managed to free myself I ran to the door, blew him a kiss and left. I had a big smile on my face, still seeing him lying there on our messy bed with his cock hardening as I freed myself from his grasp. "I'll make it worth the wait," I thought to myself as I stepped into the elevator. First I had to get myself a wedding dress, which took quite a while to find, as I feared. Of course, it had to be white, but it couldn't be romantic. Instead I wanted to show a lot of skin, and definitely no train on it. Luckily I did manage to find one. A white, strapless, satin dress which fitted tightly over my hips, tummy and tits and with a big slit up the left leg that stopped just under the hip. Without the slid you won't be able to walk in it, but with it, it showed off my leg to just under my pussy. I loved it. I paid 200 $ and had it hung of the side for me to collect later. Now with my dress (and my biggest concern) taken care off I set off to the hotel spa and ordered myself a nice relaxing treatment. I wanted to have my make-up, hair and nails done and, especially for the boys, a wax job to make my legs and pussy as soft as it can be. They put me in a private room and a minute later a woman named Keisha walked in. She had long blond hair, striking eyes and a beautiful smile. Almost as tall as I am and with what looked like a pair of nice firm tits under her white uniform. I would guess her around mid-thirties. "Hello Veronique, my name is Keisha," she said walking up to me and giving me a hand shake. "Hello, I'm Veronique, as you already seem to know," I said a little sheepish. "So? You would like your nails, hair and make-up done and a wax job?" she asked. "Yep, both legs and pubic area," I replied. "We'll start with the nails. Please make yourself comfortable." she told me as she gave me a cup of coffee. It took her a good hour to give me a wonderful new set of fresh tips which she then painted with a bright red nail polish as I requested. I love how these long nails make my fingers look slim. In the mean time we talked about where we were from and why I was in Vegas. I told her I was getting married today and this was my honeymoon. Of course, I didn't give her the whole truth, about me already having a wonderful husband and this being only a "fake" wedding with my lover. She gave me a sincere congratulation and told me about her wedding from 4 years back. "There, let's wax those pretty legs of yours," she said all of the sudden, mid-sentence in her story about her marriage. I stripped out of my jeans and lay down on the padded table on my back with my panties still on. She started putting on the wax and running her soft hands over my legs. She was very good at her job and it didn't hurt at all. On the contrary, her soft hands and the warm wax and a very relaxing effect on me and the conversation died down as I enjoyed her touch. To my horror, I enjoyed her waxing my legs a little too much and felt myself getting excited and wet. I prayed it didn't show through my panties. "Do you want a Brazilian wax or a complete hair removal of your pubic area?" she asked me when she was done with my legs. "Euh ... complete," I said with a very low, shy, voice. I sat up on the table and had a very difficult time taking of my panties because I knew she would definitely notice me being aroused when she looked at my most private parts. She turned around to resupply her wax strips and I slowly lowered my panties until they fell around my ankles. I died from embarrassment when I saw how red and puffy my pussy had gotten and just stood there with a red face. But Keisha was very professional and said with a smile, "You can lay back down." I lay down and she draped a new towel around my right hip before she started putting some wax on my mound. Her touch was still very soft and I didn't help the position I was already in... When I actually felt my juices running down the crack of my ass I softly said, "I'm sorry, this never happened to me before ..." "It's okay, I'll just write it off to the fact that you are excited about your wedding night," she said with a beautiful smile as she looked into my eyes. As she continued waxing my pussy, I laid there concentrating on something else but her touch. But suddenly her hand flicked my clit and a bolt of lightning shot through my body. I immediately looked up and I saw her standing there quietly, looking into my eyes. We stared at each other for like 5 seconds when she moved her hand to my waxed pussy again. Her thumb gently pressed on my clit and she made small circular motions. My eyes rolled up in my head and I flopped back down on the table under her touch. "Your husband is going to love that pussy tonight," she said to me, slowly working a finger into my cunt. "Ahhh ... my husband ... is at home," I slipped up. She had a puzzled look on her face as I realized what I said. "What the hell," I thought, "she is finger fucking me and it's nothing illegal." So I told her what was going on: "Gregory is my lover ... my hubby is at home ... he gave me permission to go on this trip with a guy I met online, but only if we act like husband and wife ... I will give him the full details and benefits when I get back." "My God, that is soo hot." she said. "My husband is so jealous, it's frustrating." "I'm sorry he's so jealous. He should beeeee .... ahhhhh ..." I was cut of mid-sentence when I felt her hot breath on my pussy. She poked her tongue deep into my bald pussy while her thumb was still expertly stimulating my clit. I had a mind blowing orgasm within minutes. When I came back down I got and tried opening her outfit and returning the favor, but she wouldn't let me. Instead she gave me a nice wet kiss, letting me taste my own juices and then sat me back down in the chair to do my make-up. The conversation turned to sex while she applied my make-up and did my hair and we shared experiences. I told her about my life and how lucky I was to find my hubby and she told me about her wild ways before she got married. I had the feeling her husband was trying suffocating her, but I didn't ask her about it because I figured it was not my place. By 3pm my make-up was on and my hair was done up in a loose knot and some fancy styling (that I can't do myself). I looked at myself in the mirror and was really happy with the result. A nice proper bride and my slippery bald pussy in my jeans made me feel extra sexy. We said our goodbye's and I ran up to my room as quick as I could, but was still 10 minutes late. Gregory was sitting on the edge of the bed in a beautiful tuxedo browsing through the channels. "Ah, there you are! I was wondering if you had gotten cold feet ..." he said as soon as I walked into the room." "Haha, I know, I'm sorry, it took just a little longer getting me ready," I giggled. "Come on, let's go. We still have to pick up my dress and I still have to change." When we got downstairs, we flagged down a cab and ask him to take us to the Cupid's Wedding Chapel and stop along the way for me to pick up my dress. On the drive over, I was wondering if I was going to see Frank. I sure was in the mood though, he left me quite an impression. The driver was a sweat old man that wished us lot of success and we gave him a nice big tip before running into the chapel. "Hello, my name is Veronique Janssens, I booked an 'earth angel' wedding service today at 4," I said to the guy. He was a tall handsome man and I couldn't help but undress him mentally. "That's right." he said as he was going through his computer and professionally smiled at me. "My name is Jerry and I will be leading the ceremony this evening." While we were taking care of the necessary, I asked him "Euhm ... Can you make this an 'unofficial' wedding?" "What?! How?! I don't get it!" he said with a puzzled look on his face. "My husband is at home in Europe, this is just my 'hubby on vacation'." I told him straight up. "You see, we are swingers and one of my lovers asked me on vacation and my husband agreed that I could go only if we pretended to be husband and wife. So now I want to give me the ultimate ..." "Hahaha, I get it." he laughed. "We get it more here, but then normally the husband is present and is watching." "Mine will definitely hear about it in great detail ..." I replied with a mischievous smile on my face. "And of course ... see the wedding video." We were still talking about my situation, but Jerry did manage to continue the necessary preparations while Frank stepped in the door. "There you are!" I yelled joyfully as I hugged him. "Sorry I'm a bit la ..." he started to apologize before I interrupted him. "Don't worry about it, we haven't started yet anyway." "OK, let's get the bride ready for her wedding!" Jerry exclaimed as he stepped out from behind the computer and walked towards the rooms in the back. We took our bags with our clothes and followed him and when we got to the rooms Jerry guided Gregory in his changing room and then opened the door to my room. Frank got in with me as he needed to help me get in my dress. Frank stood in a corner of the room while he watched me pull my blouse over my head, revealing my lace bra. I pretended not to notice his gaze as I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. I never even looked at him or act shy and asked him to look away. Frank stood there paralyzed as I stood in front of him in my lacy bra and matching string. But because I could slip on my dress I had to take off my bra as I couldn't wear a bra with the dress I chose. Here again, I took off my bra without any hesitation or emotion about it, as if nobody else was in the room with me. I let it fall to the floor and then looked at Frank. "Can you help me get in my dress here please?" I asked him standing almost naked in front of him, my round firm tits on full display for his gaze. It took him a few seconds to acknowledge my request and move towards me. When he came closer I held out my dress for him, but instead of taking it and helping me getting it on, he grabbed me and started kissing me heavily. I indulged him for a few seconds, but when I felt his hands grab my ass and pull me towards his cock I broke free. "No, no, big boy! You'll have to wait a little longer ..." I teased him. I kind of felt bad for him. He has been aching to fuck me and I've shot him down on the plane and now again. Instead I've teased him, let him play with my pussy as I played with his cock. But still, I had other plans. He reluctantly let me go and refrained from grabbing me again. Instead he took my dress and held it open so I could step into it. I positioned the dress correctly over my tits and Frank zipped me up in back. When my dress was on I sat down on the chair and slipped on my gather over my thigh. Frank helped me slip my feet in a pair of white pumps. The pumps have very little fabric at the tip, showing of some toe cleavage and were kept on my feet with the strap around my ankle. When I was ready I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I looked at Frank while I reapplied my red lipstick. When I was ready I turned around I looked at him in my most sexy look. He got my hint and flew over at me. When he grabbed me in his arms I just in time managed to move my face away from his. "Watch out with the make-up," I hissed at him and I felt his grasp lighten just a little bit again in disappointment. One of my husband's biggest fantasies is sharing his bride. He gets incredibly turned on by the thought of me getting fucked right before I walked out to the altar. Cum still running over my legs from my slutty cunt from my lover as I declare myself his faithful wife. We often fantasize about this as he fucks me. Now it was the perfect time to fulfill his fantasy! "Just fuck me!" I tell Frank as I free myself from his loosening grip and turn around with my back to him holding on to the back on a chair. Frank immediately dropped his slacks and boxers and out sprang one of the biggest cocks I've had the pleasure to fuck. I've had his cock in my hands already and it felt pretty big. But now, actually seeing it and not caged anymore it looked massive. This geek sure had a great body! His cock stood out proudly in front of him as he waddled the feet separating us towards me with his pants around his ankles. He hiked up my dress over my back and slipped my string of to the side as he urgently tried to stick his cock in my waiting cunt. "Just rip it off!" I yelled excited. He wasn't to be told twice and forcefully ripped my string from my body as he managed to slip his dick inside me. "Oh my god!" he groaned. "You feel even better than I imagined!" I just managed to pant as I felt his massive dick fuck me deep and hard, "Uh hu." Sometimes you want a slow and tender love making session, other times you just want it hard and fast. This was definitely one of the latter. Our quickie was intense and hard and it took him only a minute or two before I felt him getting erratic. "Fill me up! Yes, baby, give it to me! Ahhhhhh!" I yelled as I felt him unload in my pussy. His cock pulsed hard and sent jet after jet of his hot sperm deep inside me. I felt like such a slut as I all of the sudden realized that I was actually given my husband his ultimate fantasy. As soon as I did I came hard myself and pushed my ass as hard as I could back against his pelvis, burying his cock as deep as it could go into my pussy. When he went soft, his dick slipped from my pussy and I felt a first gush of sperm slipping out of my used pussy and caught it with my hand. I licked it up as I stood up straight and let me dress fall back in its place. Frank looked at me with a big smile on his face as tucked his monster cock inside his boxers and redid his pants. We timed it perfectly because as soon as we had straightened ourselves back up, we heard a knock on the door asking if we were ready. Frank and I had a good laugh as we walked out into the chapel. With every step I took and standing next to Gregory during the ceremony I felt his sperm trickle down my leg. I felt so naughty and was actually starting to understand what Bart found so hot about this. During the ceremony the photographer took pictures of us, which turned out very nice. But for the photo shoot after the ceremony Gregory and I had a different kind of pictures in mind. "Euh ... Gregory and I would like to take some pictures indoors somewhere," I shyly asked Jerry after the ceremony. He immediately got my drift and smiled, "MMmmmmm, I think I might be able to help you there. But of course, there is an extra charge there." "How much?" I inquired a little bit surprised. "I wasn't thinking of monetary compensation," he said without moving a muscle in his face. "HAHAHA, how about a blow job?" I replied him "Or perhaps a little more if you replace the photo camera with a video recorder ...?" "I'm sure we can work something out ..." he said with a wink. "OK people, follow me please!" Jerry exclaimed standing on his tips to reach over my shoulder to address Gregory and Frank. Jerry let us through a private passage to the back of the chapel where there was a fully loaded lounge area: sofa, big TV, PlayStation, bed, bathroom, ... very comfortable indeed. I sat down on the sofa as I watched Jerry search through a cabinet. It didn't take him long to find their camcorder. "Here, you are in charge of recording." he said commandingly to Frank as he pushed the box with the camcorder in his hands. Frank stood there a little dumb founded for a second before he realized what was going to happen. "Don't worry, I wanne have another turn on that monster cock of yours." I said as Jerry walked over to me. Jerry waited in front of me and I said seated for a minute longer while we waited for Frank to take the camera out and start videotaping. It was silent, but not uncomfortable. Jerry had this animal look on your face which was telling, "Girl, I'm gonna fuck you so hard!" We heard the click on the camera and Jerry immediately grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the sofa. Without wasting any time he reached around my back and unzipped my dress. As it is strapless it fell immediately to the floor and I stood naked in front of the men with only my garter and shoes on. Vegas Baby!! Ch. 04 I stepped out of my dress and the boys immediately noticed my cum dripping pussy. Gregory was stuttering trying to find his words as Jerry exclaimed, "What the fuck!" "Surprise baby! Frank fucked me right before I walked to the alter. I've been dripping cum the whole time." I said looking at Gregory. "God, you really are a fucking whore, aren't you?!" Jerry asked as his hands forcefully reached for my pussy. "Uh hu," I agreed as I enjoyed his touch. Gregory undressed as I climaxed on Jerry's fingers and then they pushed me on the bed. Gregory dove his head in between my legs and started eating my pussy. God, it felt good. (I always enjoy having my pussy eaten, probably the taboo around it still. But having my pussy eaten while I'm dripping with cum, makes me go completely wild, talk about completely forbidden!) Jerry wasted no time getting undressed and 30 seconds later I was sucking on his cock while Gregory continued to eat my pussy. Every so often I would look at Frank and directly into the camera and smile. When I came on Gregory's tongue, I ground my hips in his face and tried to keep looking into the camera, but I felt my eyes roll up as my orgasm took control over my body. When I came back down, Gregory moved on to the side and Jerry positioned his cock over my pussy. In one long push he buried himself deep inside me and started fucking me with long, slow, deep strokes. "Give me that phone over there." he said to Frank looking over his shoulder. When Frank gave it to him he lifted his body more from mine so I had use of my hands, but made sure he didn't stop fucking me. "Here, call you husband! Let him hear what a slut you are!" he ordered me. I was only too glad to comply and dialed the cell phone number because I knew he would keep it close to him at all times. "Hi .... ho ... ney," I said in between strokes from Jerry. "How ... are ... you ... doing?" Bart of course immediately knew I was getting fucked. "Oh my god, Gregory is fucking you right now, isn't he?!" he asked not answering my question. "No ... he isn't ... he's ... watching," I panted. "What? ... How?" Bart stumbled. "I gave you ... your ultimate ... fantasy ... aaaaaAHHHHHHH," I managed to get out before another orgasm took over. When I came back down, Jerry stopped fucking me and Gregory rolled me over with my ass in the air and continued fucking me from behind as I talked to my hubby who was patiently waiting for me on the other end of the phone. "Remember ... aaahhhhh ... your wedding fantasy?" I asked Bart via the phone. "Yeessss ..." was his hesitant answer. "Well, since you wanted ... Gregory and I to go ... as husband and wife, I thought ... this is the perfect oppor ... tunity to fulfill this ... fantasy of yours." I moaned in the phone. "AAhhhhhh ..." is the only answered I heard from Bart and I knew he came hard trying to imagine his slut bride being gangbanged. "I love you soo much baby," my husband told me on the phone. "I ... love ... you ... too ... sexy!" I moaned and hung up the phone. It was only then that I remembered Frank standing there with the camera and the fact that he didn't know this yet. His jaw was dropped open and filming me from every angle. I winked at him and licked my lips. Gregory rolled over on his back and I strattled him, sinking his cock deep into my slippery pussy. It was a great position for me to decide the tempo and suck Jerry some more. I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking Gregory. Went I felt him get stiffer I upped the tempo even more and made him shoot his cum deep into my womb. "My turn!" Frank all of the sudden shouted very determined. "Come here and hold the camera!" Gregory got up and 10 seconds later Frank was next to me on the bed naked. Jerry was already busy again fucking my gooey pussy. I was lying on my back and my feet were resting on his shoulders, giving him extra deep penetration. While he was fucking me like that, Frank came over, played with my tits and kissed me passionately. Jerry didn't last much longer in this position anymore though and when he came he quickly pulled out and his spurts were so strong his cum splattered all over my stomach up to my chin. As soon as he was done, Frank laid on top of me and made love to me. The others, and especially Jerry, were very dominating, but Frank was tender (unlike the quickie we had earlier). I loved the attention he was given me and had completely forgotten about the 2 other men and the camera. Turned out, Frank continued to fuck me 20 more minutes before he unloaded a second time that day in me. Gregory turned off the camera after a close up of me and my cum stained body and we all laid on the bed and talked a bit. When I got up, I had trouble using my legs and stay standing upright in my shoes, but I managed not to fall over. "OK boys, I'm gonna take a shower and then I expect you to take this lady out for dinner." I said looking back over my shoulder with a sexy smile on their face. They laughed and I heard them get up too as I stepped in the shower. When I stepped out of the shower and dried off, I walked into the room and saw the men were dressed again and watching TV. I got dressed in my jeans and blouse again, but put on my white pumps again. The shoes, in combination with the jeans, made my ass look extra firm. Fifteen minutes later we said goodbye to Jerry and I gave him my garter for him to do as he pleased. "I'm up for something Italian," I said while we were sitting in the cab. "Sorry, babe," Gregory said. "All you are gonna get tonight is room service. We aren't done with you yet!" I didn't answer, but I did notice the cab driver jerk his head and looked via the mirror into the back when Gregory made that statement ... --- Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Next chapter a little bit more about my wonderful time in Vegas.