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What Happens in Vegas Ch. 01

By: Cuckoldjim



I was surprised when my wife agreed to accompany me to a convention in Los Vegas. Lori had accompanied me to conventions in years past only to become frustrated by my having to focus on seminar sessions and meetings as well as socializing with colleagues and company executives rather than her. I was also surprised because the marker ring of her CycleBeads indicated that the timing could not have been worse for romance. It became apparent that she was motivated more by the hope that getting away from home for a week would enable her to finally wean our youngest rather than any desire to be with her husband. 

In an effort to inspire a bit of romance, I booked our flight and our room two days early so that we could devote the weekend to each other rather than business. Lori rewarded me by going out to buy some new clothes and swim wear. 

I was disappointed when the new swim wear that my rather straight laced and self conscious wife had bought for the trip turned out to be one of those tankinis rather than a bikini as I had hoped. However; she surprised me by not getting too outraged when she realized that our hotel allowed women to go topless at the pool. Although I was careful to keep my sunglasses on in an effort to obscure my wandering eyes, Lori was too perceptive to be fooled. She retaliated by finding the courage to purchase a somewhat revealing bikini at the shop at our hotel which she wore during our Sunday afternoon in the sun. She was surprised that this mildly brazen exhibitionism provoked my arousal rather than jealousy.

At this point I should mention that Lori is blessed with normally impressive, Dee-cup breasts that swell to a pair of spectacular Double-Dees when she is pregnant or nursing. Since her breasts were becoming engorged from being away from the baby, she was astonishing. It became obvious that she was flattered by the attention that her maternal figure was provoking. 

Unfortunately; my tentative efforts to coax Lori into going topless at the pool were unsuccessful. Aside from her prudishness, she was somewhat ashamed of how her nipples and aureolas had became so enlarged and dark because she was still lactating. However; she was very amorous that evening and eager for a love making session which culminated with her embracing my penis in her deep cleavage. 

Monday turned out to be exactly what Lori had feared. I was busy with greetings all morning and then an afternoon seminar followed by an evening reception that kept us up far too late. I was pleased to see the tell tale tan lines that revealed that she had spent another day at the pool wearing her new bikini. Unfortunately; by the time we got to bed, I was too tired and drunk, and she was too frustrated for lovemaking.

Tuesday turned out to be extremely exciting in spite of my seminar schedule. As we were getting dressed for dinner followed by another party, it was obvious that Lori had been drinking that afternoon which was extremely unusual for her. I also noticed that the pale flesh surrounding Lori's large, dark aureolas was partially tanned. She reluctantly confirmed that she had hung out with a group of company wives at the pool who after having a few drinks to give them courage had coaxed each other into going topless. My wife confessed that while she had been embarrassed about her partial nudity, she had been flattered by the obvious attention that her big, naked breasts had provoked from the men at the pool.

As Lori finished getting dressed for the evening, it became evident that going topless had relaxed her inhibitions. Although she wore a lacy bra under her little, black dress to give her large breasts needed support, she decided that she didn't need to wear pantyhose on her tanned legs. Going commando had always been a guilty indulgence reserved for romantic vacations, yet she was willing to attend this party with my colleagues with her sex naked under the little, black dress with the high hemline!

The evening got even more exciting during the party. As I was about to introduce her to Leroy, one of the consultants who had given a presentation that morning, he had exclaimed, "Lori! Good to see you again."

I had asked, "you two know each other?" Then I remembered running into him in an elevator after his presentation. It had been obvious that he was on his way to the pool because he was wearing a tank top and speedo style swimsuit that flaunted his rather impressive genitals.

The big, muscular, rather young, black man had explained, "I had the pleasure of meeting your lovely wife and some of the other wives while I was hanging out at the pool this afternoon. After the other wives took off, we had an interesting conversation over drinks. I am hoping that she will be able to keep her commitment to meet me for a poolside brunch tomorrow morning while you are busy touring a plant."

At this point, it became obvious that Lori's tan could not conceal that she was blushing with embarrassment. Not only had my loving wife of almost two decades gone topless at the pool while I was preoccupied and had spent some time socializing with this virile, young, well endowed Negro, she had agreed to meet him again the following morning! The incriminating implications were impossible to ignore. 

I was shocked to realize that contemplating the prospect of my loving wife indulging in an illicit tryst with this formidable, extraordinarily well endowed black man was provoking my arousal as well as my anxiety and jealousy. Rather than provoke an embarrassing argument by yielding to my anger, I had stammered, "I guess we will just have to see what Lori decides to do in the morning."

My jealousy which had inflamed my desire for my wife inspired me to find an excuse to leave the party early. Lori was amused as well as pleased by the sudden shifting of my priorities. She was exceptionally responsive as I pleasured her orally. When I tentatively positioned myself between her thighs, she had glanced at her cycle beads to remind me that the marker ring was on the fifth, white bead. Given this reminder that she was in the middle of the most fertile phase of her cycle, I was expecting her to refuse me again. However; my promise that I would be extra careful persuaded her. Unfortunately; I failed in my efforts to bring her to another climax before I had to withdraw to spill my seed safely on her belly.

As we were cuddling together afterwards, I playfully rubbed my semen into her pubic hair as I flippantly commented, "if you decide to meet Leroy for a poolside brunch tomorrow morning, hopefully some vestige of fidelity will motivate you to remember to ask him to restrain himself."

Lori immediately became defensive. "I was only thinking of meeting him for brunch, not adultery."

I had quickly apologized. "I am not saying that you are intending to have sex with Leroy. I am simply saying that Leroy is intending to seduce you. Given the circumstances, you can't be angry with me for worrying that he might succeed."

My wife was now apologetic as she said, "I guess I can't blame you for worrying about what might happen. May be I shouldn't meet him for brunch?"

I was shocked by what I said next. "Given the fact that I will busy with the factory tour all morning then lunch and another seminar in the afternoon, I will have no way of knowing if you met Leroy for brunch much less prevent you from doing so. Since I'll also have no way of knowing that you hadn't met him for brunch, staying n our room isn't going to make tomorrow any easier for me." After a prolonged pause to summon my courage I went on to say, "this is Vegas. They say that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. If you've ever had regrets about remaining a virgin for me, may be this is your opportunity to sow your wild oats?"

Lori was shocked as she asked, "are you giving me permission to have sex with another man? Would you still want to make love to me not just after another man's penis but a Negro's penis had been inside my married vagina?"

I had been philosophical as I replied, "most husbands are married to wives who hadn't remained celibate when they were single. None of my friends seems to have any trouble accepting the fact that other men's penises have been in their wife's vagina. Your vagina might be married to me, but it is still your married vagina. If you decide to welcome Leroy's big, black penis into your married vagina, I'll just have to accept it. Just promise me that you will not humiliate me by telling him that I gave you my blessing.

The passionate eagerness with which Lori kissed me then thanked me provoked a premonition that she would meet Leroy for brunch and that he would succeed in seducing her. I was amazed that I was so willing to accept the possibility.

I would be a liar if I claimed that I was not tortured by jealousy and anxiety the next day as I toured a plant, had lunch then attended a prolonged, afternoon seminar. However; I was aroused rather than angry. When I finally got to our hotel room, my wife was not there. She was not at the pool either. Lori finally showed up soon after I got back to our room after checking the pool. Her hair was still wet from a recent shower. I also noticed that the oversized, tie dyed tank top that she used as a beach coverup didn't conceal the fact that she was topless. She was also carrying her bikini bottom rather than wearing it!

The unaccustomed eagerness with which Lori knelt before me to perform fellacio on me silently confirmed my presumptions. My wife had allowed another man to seduce her. Another man's penis had been inside her vagina. As Lori continued to suck on my penis, I found myself recalling the daunting sight of Leroy's penis which had been barely contained by his speedo swimsuit. How big had it been when fully erect? Had his bigger penis brought my wife to orgasm? Had Lori remembered to ask Leroy to restrain himself? Were hundreds of millions of Leroy's potent, Negro sperm now swimming around in her married womb?

This last thought provoked a sudden, uncontrollable orgasm. My wife was startled to feel my semen surging into her mouth without warning. However; she didn't pull away or worse yet, bite me. She continued to suck on my penis until my orgasm subsided. She then smiled sweetly as she swallowed my semen! Had Leroy compelled my loving wife to overcome her aversions by ejaculating in her mouth then forcing her to swallow his semen? Did I owe him a debt of gratitude for seducing my once presumably faithful wife?

There was no time to ask the questions that tormented me. We had to hurry to get dressed for yet another reception. Loris surprised me by not only going commando under her dress, she finally indulged me by not wearing a bra! 

My inflamed desire for my wife compelled me to leave the party as early as courtesy would allow. Lori was elated but nervous. She became rather apprehensive as I began to pleasure her orally. Her apprehension inflamed my own. I became vigilant for any subtle nuances of her aroma and flavor. Had my loving wife remained faithful enough to ask Leroy to restrain himself? Had he pulled out or had he ejaculated inside her vagina? How many times had he inseminated my wife during their morning and afternoon together?

I allowed the questions that tormented me to remain unasked. Eventually; after I had succeeded in bringing my not longer monogamous spouse to orgasm, I positioned myself between her thighs. Although she had glanced at her CycleBeads to quietly warn me, she had eagerly guided my penis to her sex. The exceptional ease with which I entered her dispelled any forlorn hope that Leroy had failed to seduce my spouse. I resisted the urge to comment that he had been bigger than I am. 

It didn't take me long to reach orgasm. The questions that tormented me provoked vacillation. However; Lori's quick glance at her CycleBeads provoked my guilt which compelled me to withdraw. I reluctantly spilled my seed uselessly onto her belly.

What Happens in Vegas Ch. 02



I lit up when Meredith told me I could come inside. I probably should have learned to hide my emotions, but then, I'd never really had to before. In fact, my experience so far had taught me much the opposite. Men were so easily manipulated by a fallen tear or a flash-bulb smile. I'd never had to learn to play the male games, hadn't done the corporate life, ever. I was smart and I never dumbed myself down for anyone, especially my husband, but that didn't mean that I didn't play the game by female rules. 

But that put me at a disadvantage for the first time in my life. Meredith didn't love me, she wasn't wooing me, this was something very, very different. Her hand shot out again and blocked the door just before I ran through. 

"I've just realized," she said, "that I've just paid a hundred thirty dollars just to see you naked. That's a lot of money, especially in Vegas. For just twenty and a couple of watered-down beers I could see a dozen women, much hotter than you, just down the street. Even counting in cab fare I don't think the whole night would cost me more than forty and those girls really know how to turn a person on; the way they move and smile. I've just paid over three times that for a housewife with three kids. Does that strike you as fair?"

My brain came to a shrieking, shuddering stop. Stunned and caught off guard I didn't know how to answer her. I couldn't speak, my voice just gurgled up and I let out a strangled little gasp, but that was all I could accomplish. Her arm felt like an iron bar holding me in the hallway. 

"Does that sound fair to you?" It took me a moment to realize that Meredith wasn't talking to me right now. The man with the ice bucket hadn't left. 

He was standing there with a dopey smile plastered across his face, his eyes darting back and forth as if he expected the doors around him to burst open at any moment. Or maybe he was looking for hidden cameras; reality tv has taken some strange turns lately.

I turned back towards him pleading silently. Big eyes, softly quivering lip. Please. 

"No," he said and he was leering now, "a hundred thirty is too expensive for a housewife."

Suddenly I was acutely aware that I was standing in the hallway completely naked except for a pair of sparkly heels. And he'd already felt me up. I felt my face grow hot, but he wasn't finished yet.

His wife probably nagged him to death with 'honey -do' lists and little errands. This was his opportunity to get back at all of us. "For that type of money the bitch should dance for you at least."

I whipped my head back towards Meredith in time to catch her smile. "Excellent idea! Don't you think so, slut?"

"Meredith, please--

"Please, what? Please don't make me do this? Is that what you're asking?" She was mocking me now. I could hear the venom in her voice. The disdain.

"No one's made you do anything slut," she whipped me with her voice. I could feel it curling around me, stinging like leather. "You stripped out here in the hall because you wanted to. You wanted to be naked in front of me. You wanted him to see you. Do you understand that? Do you? Has it settled in deep down, into your bones? You wanted this man to see you naked, to touch your body. You wanted it. You could have refused at any time and what's the worst that could happen? You go back to your husband, you tell him you lost some money; big fucking deal! But you didn't. You chose not to and do you want to know why?"

I was stunned again and somehow I felt more naked listening to her words than I did standing in the hallway. She didn't need to grip my chin and force my eyes into hers; I couldn't have pulled them away if I'd wanted. For a brief moment I had the impression that I was falling into them, that each of those deep green eyes were tunnels that wound endlessly down. I felt small, as if I were shrinking. Heartbeat by heartbeat, breath by breath I was dwindling, reducing myself to my core like a vicious haiku. 

I must have nodded or grunted or somehow indicated that I wanted her to go on. Meredith reached up and gently ran the back of two fingers down the side of my face, lightly tracing the contours of my cheek. I felt her fingers slip under my chin and lift it slightly, as if to position me for a kiss. My eyes closed in anticipation and I gently trembled. My knees weak. My body flushed with desire. 

I felt her drawing closer to me. The air sang with anticipation. I didn't breathe. I couldn't move. I felt her breath hot against my cheek, felt her lips brush my ear even before I heard her words. "You're a slut and you want this to happen. This is your secret fantasy, your real desire. You want this, to give in. This is the essence of surrender. And you want this, don't you? To surrender."

"Yes..." the words slipped across my tongue. A shiver ran down my spine.

"You want to release yourself, don't you slut? You want to offer yourself up to me. To sacrifice yourself upon my altar? You want that, don't you?"

"Yes and yes again." And I did. I felt a wind whipping around inside my head. I couldn't even hear myself speak, but I felt it. I felt the words vibrate through my body, electricity singing through my cells.

"Show me what you want to do for me slut. Dance for me. Please me." Meredith nipped at my earlobe, her teeth like needles piercing my skin. 

Lust exploded between my thighs. I knew my lips were swollen and hot and I could feel my desire dripping from me. I turned from her and took a deep breath, my lungs sucking at the sweet air. 

I shook. I twirled. I ground myself against an invisible pole. My hands covered myself and withdrew and I was not ashamed. I moved around the man, who by now had forgotten his ice bucket on the floor beside him. I heard his breath catch as I moved behind him and ran my hands over his chest and thighs. And then I moved away before he could turn into me. 

I smiled and ran my fingers across my body, twisting and pinching my nipples. I smiled for Meredith and caught her eyes as I moved away from the man. I locked on her eyes, targeted her, and offered myself silently to her. I danced for her and wanted her to know it. Burned for her to know it. 

I met Meredith with each thrust of my hips. Tasted her when my tongue wet my lips. I flung my arms out to her as I eclipsed the man with my body. Here I am! Take me! How could she not hear the words that echoed through my entire being? Did she know that it was her hands I felt wrapping themselves across my breasts; that tickled their way down to my sex? Could she feel me the way I felt her now?

She could. I knew she could when she smiled. Moist heat spread its way through my body. She winked and I spasmed inside.

I danced the way I'd seen the girls dance upon the stage. I filled myself with sex, let it drip and roll off of me; felt it smoke and steam as it ran across my skin. 

I turned and danced for the man again. Ran my hands up my body and tangled my fingers in my hair. I ground myself against him and felt him respond through his jeans. It was hard and rough against my naked sex. He gasped and reached for me, but I danced away, laughing. 

I was Aphrodite. I was a temple whore. I could feel the lust thick and heavy in the air, filling the hallway like incense. Music swirled around me, throbbing with animal rhythm. It came from inside; race-memory etched deep into my cells. Nothing existed but the dance, the swirling movement, the heat that built up inside. 

I turned back towards my goddess. Meredith. Nothing existed for me at that moment, but her. I stepped towards her, languid and dripping. Dropping to my knees before her. To the floor. Nipples brushing against the rough fibers of the carpet. Spreading myself across the floor for her. Surrender.

END PART TWO



What Happens in Vegas Ch. 02



Robert rolled off of my wife and his cock slid from her ravished cunt like a huge black snake sliding from its lair. My wife, Rene, had a twinkle in her eyes and a broad smile plastered on her face.

I got to my feet and came alongside of her in the bed. Rene was now between her two lovers and was certainly enjoying the feeling of his onslaught. I kissed her deeply and she could tell that this experience was far from over. She now had to deal with a very excited and motivated husband, determined to show her that he was equal to the performance of their new friend. 

My hands slide down to her cum soaked pussy. The feeling of his seed mixed with my wife's excited me again. As our tongues wrestled each other, passions created by the recent event along with years of being best friends and lovers kick started our passions anew. It was like our first time all over again. The excitement of seeing your wife being pleasured by someone other than you causes a certain animalistic desire to out perform the competing male. This leads you to the excitement I was feeling now.

I was determined to give her my best effort. Soon I felt her hand on my swollen cock and this just caused a more passionate attack by her primary lover. Her clit was swollen almost twice as large as normal and she began to moan into my mouth and squirm under my experienced hands. No one was more familiar with what caused her pleasure than me. I was now using this knowledge to offset the huge cock that had just pleasured my adorable wife.

I slid several fingers into her cum drenched pussy and tried to get most of my hand in her. I had seen the birth of our children through this opening and I knew what it could accommodate. The stretching of her pussy heightened her pleasure. Her clit was extremely slick from her cum and his. This made stimulating her clit extremely easy. 

It was no time and she began cumming all over again. I knew what this meant. She would want to be fucked again. I rolled her onto her stomach and I straddled her hips. She, knowing what I was about to do, raised her ass up so that my penetration into her love nest would be made easier. My cock quickly found its mark and slid easily inside of her. Because of her previous fucking, sliding into her deeply was easy. I was basically in to the hilt in one thrust. The feeling of her cum drenched pussy was such a glorious feeling. Her pussy was hot, very wet and welcoming to me. I leaned forward and laid on top of her. She sat up on her elbows and this gave me a beautiful view of her ample tits. I leaned my head down and began to kiss and lick her ears and neck. We began our primal dance of love with each other. We quickly forgot our friend as we became one physically and emotionally. Now I was reaching deeply into her inner sanctum. My tongue pleasured her topically while my cock pleasured her nether regions.

As we continued I could feel the walls of her pussy beginning to swell from the trauma caused by our impassioned attacks. After a period of time Rene decided she needed relief from the building tension caused by my stimulations and she moved her hand to her own clit.

"Oh, my God, it's so swollen. Ummmm, that's it baby, give it to me." she said.

I now doubled my efforts and tried to thrust my cock up through her throat.

"mmmmmmm, oh,...ugh...oh, I'm cccuuummmmiiinnnnngggggg!!!!!

With this she began her famous bucking bronco where she slides her pussy up and down my shaft and all I have to do is stop and enjoy her stimulations. We have learned that I can concentrate on my own orgasm while she does the last bit of work. That way I'm not distracted from my own pleasures by having to continue to pump in and out of her.

Soon I growled like an angry bear and began to shoot my cum into my mate where it could compete with our friend's sperm in their attempt to fertilize and create life in the womb of my loving wife. Thankfully, her child bearing days are over as she was "fixed" so she could no longer bear children. Her pussy was now reserved for pleasure activities only.

I kissed her deeply and she rolled onto her back.

I looked up at Robert and he was smiling broadly.

"Man, I want to thank you guys for choosing me! That was awesome."

I said, "Which part?"

He shook his head and said, "Both."

"You are one lucky man. To have a woman like her, dude!" exclaimed Robert.

I laughed and kissed her. She was again smiling.

Rene said, "I'm pretty lucky myself. How many men would do this for their wives?"

Robert agreed.

Rene got up and excused herself to go tidy up in the bathroom.

Robert and I talked about how wonderful Rene was and he asked how often did we do this sort of thing. I told him that we were usually pretty secretive at home but we decided to get out of our comfort zone here in Vegas and "Go for it!"

He smiled and said he really enjoyed it.

Soon Rene was back with something to drink. We all sat and laid in bed recovering from this inaugural love-match.

Soon Robert began to ask her what she enjoyed him doing to her. She told him that she loved having his huge cock in her mouth and tasting his juices. She told him how much she enjoyed kissing his mouth and feeling that cock inside of her. She said she loved being filled so deeply. She remarked that she enjoyed the girth of his manhood too.

As she heaped praises on him, his cock began to spring back to life. She noticed instantly and made sure she looked him in the eye as she spoke of his praises.

Robert then put his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his. He began to kiss her deeply and passionately. His ebony hands began to roam and explore the features of my wife's body. I watched initially but soon got involved too. As he was kissing her and rubbing her swollen love button, I began to suck on her tits.

As the two of us began to kiss, suck and fondle her in an attempt to maximize her pleasure we both became extremely aroused and hard. This time around we would not be so fast to reach orgasms and this meant she was in for one hell of an experience.

Robert pulled our vixen down onto the bed and we both leap to her like piranhas attacking some unfortunate in the water. Robert continued his oral simulations as his tongue made love to her mouth and kissed and nibbled on her ears and neck while I sucked and gently nibbled on her erect nipples.

Her moans of approval spurred us on and excited us tremendously. Roberts long fingers were up inside her while I rubbed and stimulated her clit. 

With all of this her body was in overdrive. She was moaning and groaning as her body writhed under our hands and mouths. Her hands were busy stroking and caressing our cocks. All were now enflamed with passion and desire.

Robert was the first to pull her face to his engorged cock so that she could suck his dick again. She hungrily opened her mouth and accepted his offering. Her cheeks sunk in and her lips stretched taught as his thick massive cock slid into her mouth. The contrast of her pale white skin with this massive ebony blood engorged cock was mesmerizing. She climbed to her knees to better reach him. She turned to face us so that we could all see what she was doing.

I continued to rub her swollen clit but her attention was now on pleasuring our new friend and her new lover and not on what I was doing. It wasn't long before his juices were mixing with her saliva and making for quite a sloppy blow job. The sloppier it got, the more excited she got. She began to increase her tempo knowing that his next orgasm wasn't going to come as easily as his previous ones. The mixture of their juices were all over her lips, his cock and her hands.

In an attempt to prolong this; I pulled her from Robert and moved her to my cock. She immediately complied and began orally pleasuring and stimulating me. The feel of her hot, wet mouth and her busy tongue imparted great pleasure to me as well.

I began to feel the tension of another orgasm build in my loins. Suddenly Robert pulled her from her current task and said: "Woe, baby, what about me? You haven't finished what you started over here!". With that he pulled her back to him and she hungrily took his cock back in her mouth.

She was in heaven. Two swollen cocks demanding her attention with two horny studs wanting to maximize her pleasure and wanting to fuck her to the brink of unconsciousness. What more could her body ask for?

"That's it, suck that cock, baby." Robert said. "You like sucking my dick?"

All I could hear was a muffled um hum because her mouth was so full of his meat. His ebony cock glistened from the mixture of his juices and her saliva. Her hands worked up and down the shaft milking him of his offerings. His hands were in twined in her hair and his hips thruster up to meet her hungry mouth. They were now in rhythm and working together to make him cum again.

"Hey, don't forget about me," I said.

She reluctantly stopped her oral urging to reciprocate her services to me. Her head bobbed up and down as she pleasured my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Robert's hands sliding, caressing and stimulating my wife. She moaned her approval and swallowed my cock deeper down her throat. I could see her mouth fill with my meat and I could hear her struggling to breath.

Suddenly Robert grabbed her from me and shoved his cock into her mouth.

She never missed a stroke and swallowed him as if it had been me. I could hear his breathing become more erratic and I could tell he was ready to unload into her mouth. Suddenly his body began to spasm and jerk. I saw her mouth fill and his seed began to escape her and run down his shaft.

He growled like a lion and fell back into the bed spent.

I was now very close to finishing too and gave her no time to clean up the mess she had made.

I quickly grabbed her and pulled her to my cock. Her hot mouth felt like a furnace. Her tongue swabbed the head of my cock expertly and drove me ever closer to dropping my load of spunk into her mouth.

Suddenly I felt the orgasm build in my loins and it began to rise up through my loins and exploded into her mouth. She gulped and gulped as fast as she could. As the spasms began to subside my dick began to wilt and she continued to clean me up.

She then turned to Robert and did the same for him.

With this we all dozed off.



What Happens in Vegas... Ch. 02



I got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. As I walked past the closet I thought I heard something, but kept going. As I got to the sink, I stopped and came out to through Teresa a kiss. I froze when I saw Meg coming out of the closet (her "little" sister is 5'9 - 135 - with 40d-32-38), her blouse was open, her pants off, and was breathing hard. When she looked up, Meg had this "deer in the headlights" look to her. 

She started to apologize and such, but I went over to her and gave her a hug to calm her down. "Da*n girl, you are as hot as I have imagined. I want to see all of you." Meg looked over to Teresa, her eyes asking if it would be ok. Teresa came over and gave her a hug also, whispering that everything is ok. Meg looked back to me, her hand slowly sliding the blouse off, it falling to the floor. Next she unhooked her bra, removing the straps off her shoulders, holding it in place, again looking at Teresa for confirmation. Teresa gave her a nod, letting Meg let go, bringing my fantasy to life. Her breasts were perked, her nipples erect about ¾ ". I had to have them. I moved in closer, my lips going to the underside of each and all about, avoiding the nipples. She was mumbling that it was something she had not felt before. When I suddenly sucked on a nipple, she took a deep breath and a moan followed. I couldn't believe she had not had this before. How could her husband pass it up?

I stepped back, asking if that was ok? "Oh yes, more please" was Meg's reply. I looked over to Teresa who had this big grin on her face. I took that as on "ok". I told Meg, "Well if you want the same kind of treatment Teresa had, you will need to make sure I am hard." 

"Ummm, ok, I will give it a try."

"A try? What are you talking about?"

"I'm not very experienced at that, but I can try if you want me to"

"Meg, give it a try - Teresa can help if you need it"

Meg slid down to her knees, taking my tool in her hand, feeling the wetness from Teresa's session. She slowly bends down sticking her tongue out to touch my soft member, going back and forth on it. She opened her mouth and took in the crown, then slowly slid down the shaft. Her eyes turned up seeking my approval. She turned back as my cock regained consciousness and started to fill. I need to tell you I am a "grower" not a "shower" type. When I am soft he is about 2 inches, but when he hardens he "grows" to about 7". Teresa guided Meg to go up and down on my cock, to take it out and play with it, licking down the shaft and playing with my balls. She was passing on her expertise to her little sister and Meg was a fast learner.

When they had me at full strength, I told Meg to stop and go to the bed. That it was now her turn to experience receiving rather than giving. Meg sat down on the bed, looking for guidance. I had her lay back, keeping her legs bent over the edge. I lowered to my knees and prayed at the shrine in front of me. Slowly licking up from her knee to near her mound, then going to the other leg and doing the same. As I would near her peak, she would hold her breath. I did this a couple more times, until I could not resist her. I moved up to her slowly putting my tongue into her. She had a quick gasp and a slow moan as I tasted her for the first time. She was sweet like Teresa, but different. I let my finger slide up and start to play with her clit. This gave her another gasp asking what I was doing and not to stop. Oh, Meg was getting so wet for my tongue, breathing faster, moans getting louder; she asked her sister what was happening. "Sis, you are learning what an orgasm feels like. Take it all in; let him know how you are doing." 

We continued in that position for a little while, as she built up, I shifted around, putting her legs up on the bed and putting Meg in the position she had seen us in before. I stood by her head and lowered down to her. One hand playing with her clit, the other putting a finger in her hotbox, giving her the treatment she had watched Teresa get earlier.

It only took a short time for her to explode and cum again and again. Meg begged me to change positions and kiss her hard. I leaned over and played tonsil hockey with her. As I did, she shifted around wrapping her legs around my waist. I came up for air, and looked at this hottie in our bed with her eyes begging to finish the lesson. I slowly put the head into her open invitation. She was hot and wet; this was a good thing because she was so tight. She asked me to go farther, farther, give it all to me. With that I pushed until I was completely buried in her. I held it there, moving in the small circles to touch every corner of that cavern I would never have again.

I had her roll over and up on all four sliding it back in from behind, lusting to have completely used this opportunity. I was trying to go slow, but Meg wouldn't have it, slamming her ass back forth faster and harder. I was not going to last long, but she didn't care, she had to have my cum in her. As she came again, I couldn't hold back, I grabbed her hips, slamming my cock deep just as it exploded, unloading into her deepest crevices.

I looked up and Teresa had the biggest grin I had ever seen. She leaned over and whispered to Meg, "See, told ya you were missing out."

It took a while, but we got untangled and rested for a little while. Meg got dressed and came over to give us a hug, saying "Thanks for an amazing experience. I won't forget this."

As she left, Teresa was going down on me to taste her sister's juice. Wow, what a great trip!



What Happens in Vegas Ch. 02



I awoke to find myself curled up to Lori's back with my right hand grasping one of her big breasts. We had been spooning like this every night that I had been home rather than out of town on my incessant business trips during the two weeks since our return from the convention in Vegas. As a result of the previous night's homecoming lovemaking, the hem of Lori's matronly, cotton nightgown was still hiked up to her waist so that my partially erect penis was nestled between her naked butt cheeks. I then realized that my pajama bottoms were still tangled around my ankles.

As I lay there cuddled up to my no longer faithful wife, my eyes were drawn once again to her nightstand where she kept her CycleBeads. I had silently watched last night as she performed her nightly ritual. Although I had said nothing, I had been acutely aware of the implications as she slid the marker ring past the last of the brown beads. It had been more than thirty-two days since she began her last menstruation.

In spite of the position of my penis, I was not tempted by the possibility of anal sex. Lori had been the one who had suggested that we experiment with that once taboo perversion. She had explained that she had wanted to offer a pleasure to her husband that would remain reserved only for marriage. I had been grateful, but neither of us had really enjoyed it very much.

As my penis swelled to its full but unspectacular glory, I shifted position, thrusting my pelvis forward so that it could seek Lori's true sex. Unfortunately; the glans was barely able to penetrate her labia. The sensation was exquisite. More importantly, the fact that my wife was still asleep tempted me with the prospect of finally inseminating her. Unfortunately; my efforts to get my penis deep enough into her vagina so that such an involuntary insemination would not be totally futile roused her.

Lori giggled coquettishly in response to my timid thrusting before frustrating my efforts by rolling over to face me. Both of us had morning breath but this didn't stop us from sharing a deep kiss. "I see that you have finally recuperated from last night," she teased. I was shamed by the reminder that my recently inflamed desire for my wife had not fully compensated for my waning virility. 

My wife resisted my efforts to coax her onto her back so that I could mount her properly. The pajama bottoms that hobbled me gave her an unfair advantage in our wrestling match. Realizing that resistance was futile, I complied with her obvious intention to kiss her way down my chest then my pudgy belly to my penis. 

The increasingly familiar sensation of Lori's mouth enveloping my penis was exquisite. The knowledge that she no longer expected me to restrain myself only enhanced the pleasure. She would even encourage me to ejaculate in her mouth. However; some primal instinct provoked my resentment. By encouraging me to once again waste my seed in her mouth, she would deny me another opportunity to inseminate her.

In spite of my resentment, I could not restrain myself. After that first tryst in Vegas, Lori had honed her skills as a fellatrix, but I suspect not only with me. I hadn't questioned her about what she was doing during those remaining days that I was preoccupied with seminars and tours. Given the fact that Leroy had left Vegas on Thursday morning and I had seen her on the arm of some other Negro stud, I had been convinced that my wife had become truly promiscuous. Her evolving repertoire of techniques had convinced me that she was practicing the art of fellatio with her paramours. 

I hadn't even questioned my wife or objected when she trysted so blatantly with one of the company execs from the main office. She had been dancing and flirting with him during the final party. He had finally ushered her away from the banquet room and to the elevators which undoubtedly led to his room. I had been shamed by the realization that everyone had noticed and had made the same, logical deduction that I had. It had been well after dawn when she finally joined me in my room. The semen that had soaked her pubic hair and was still seeping from her vagina had finally answered the sixty-four-thousand dollar question.

When my penis was spent, Lori shifted position so that she was kneeling over my head with her sex pressed wantonly against my face. She had always cherished my eagerness to pleasure her orally, but she had never been so assertive until that convention in Vegas. She had been particularly insistent that final morning when she had returned to me after spending the night with one of the executives. The experience of pleasuring my wife orally when her sex was so obviously saturated with another man's semen had been intensely humiliating yet strangely arousing. This time the aroma and flavor was subtly different. Unlike the executive, I had restrained myself.

When my wife was satiated, she laid beside me again. The sensation of my revived penis seeking her sex once again revealed my desire to her. She rolled over onto her back and spread her thighs, offering herself to me. I eagerly mounted her. 

As I began to gently thrust into Lori, shifting position in an attempt to stimulate her clitoris and gee spot, she whispered the dreaded words. "Don't worry about me. Just enjoy yourself." I would once again fail to bring my wife to orgasm with my penis.

While Lori's admonition was humiliating, it was also liberating. I made no effort to delay my orgasm to prolong her pleasure. As my climax became evident, I realized that she had for the first time in months, not admonished me to restrain myself. While she had not actually granted me permission to not restrain myself, I eagerly exploited her presumed consent. 

As I made that last, final thrust, my wife sensed my intention. "No! You shouldn't cum in me!" She remained silent when she realized that her protest was to late. My once faithful wife laid there impassively as I finally reasserted my husbandly prerogatives by inseminating her. 

As I lingered between Lori's thighs with my already softening penis still inside her, she glanced at her CycleBeads. "I guess that I'm late enough in my cycle that there isn't much risk that you'll get me pregnant," she said with resignation. She still exerted a gentle but relentless pressure on my shoulders to encourage me to get off of her.

As my penis became flaccid, it withdrew of it's own accord so I reluctantly rolled off of my wife. My meager deposit immediately began to seep from between her labia. We both noticed that my semen was tinged with crimson. "Your menstruating, finally."

"Yes," my wife replied. Although her relief was evident, she was not entirely happy.

"You're disappointed, aren't you," I asked rather than accused.

"Are you angry with me," Lori asked plaintively.

"No," I assured her then kissed her tenderly to reassure her. "I'm just surprised. You've been so adamant that our third child should be our last. You've even been nagging me about getting a vasectomy." I paused, contemplating the other question that had been torturing me since the convention in Vegas. Did I really want to know the answer? I asked the fateful question in spite of my uncertainty. "Were you trying to get pregnant?"

My wife hesitated, obviously uncertain. "No. I wasn't really trying to get pregnant, but I wasn't being careful to not get pregnant. I actually did warn Leroy that I was unprotected, but I guess that I really didn't ask him explicitly to restrain himself either. When I felt his semen surging into my womb for the first time, the realization that I was flirting with the risk of an extramarital pregnancy provoked another, incredibly, intense orgasm. I made no effort to be careful after that, except with you."

"I guess that you were feeling the need to breed, but not with your husband?"

"Does that anger you?"

"No," I said hesitantly. "It is humiliating to hear you say that, but I'm not angry."

"What would you have done if I had been pregnant? Would you have divorced me or tried to coerce me into having an abortion?"

"No! Of course not," I assured my wife. I kissed her again to in an effort to convince her.

"What would we have told our family or friends?"

"We could have made up some story about a mix up at the sperm bank, or we could have told people some version of the truth if you had wanted to."

"You love me enough to suffer that humiliation?"

"Yes! I do."



What Happens in Vegas... Ch. 03



The next morning, Teresa got up and threw some clothes on to go to the lobby to grab breakfast. She said she would see if Rob & Meg wanted to go to. A couple minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I was betting she forgot her keycard, so I jumped up and went to the door. I was going to shock her, so I didn't put anything on. 

I opened the door and was the "shockee" instead of the "shocker". It was Meg, in her robe, at the door. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth opened. She pushed me back, closed the door, dropped to her knees and inhaled my soft tool. It did not take long for her to induce a full erection. I glanced down seeing her robe was untied and that she had nothing underneath. 

As I slid the robe off her shoulders she stopped for a moment, "Teresa and Rob went to breakfast and I wanted to thank you again for last night, and to make sure it wasn't a dream."

While she was talking, I let my hands feel her breast, playing with her nipples, and bringing them together to slide my cock between them. Up to her chin then back down. 

"Mmmmmm...that feels good, Rob doesn't do that," as Meg lowered her head to lick the head when the crown peaked out. 

"Well, maybe we can have another quick lesson before Rob & Teresa get back." We went to the bed, I lay down, "today we will study math, let's see what the number 69 means." I said with a wink. Meg came over and slowly lowered her wet pussy down to my lips letting me taste her again today. I teased around those lower lips, making her moan, wanting to hurry. I suddenly took my tongue to full depth in her, surprising her. While I consumed that sweet taste again, she bent over to complete the 6 with the 9. Meg played with the balls while she licked the precum off the head, then taking it in completely. She learned well last night. 

She stopped and turned around, "I need you in me again. I need to make sure it was real." With that, Meg lowered herself onto my hard shaft. She was so wet I could slide right in. She was still tight, riding me slow and steady. I desired to taste those nipples that were fully aroused (about ¾"). I sat up and my tongue played with breasts, nibbling, licking the underside and all around the areola resisting the temptation to suckle those nipples. Well, as you guessed, resistance was futile; I suddenly attacked a nipple with a full hard suck, pulling it with the suction. She gasped at the surprise then a long moan.

I lay back, raising my hips to penetrate deeper into Meg's cavern, shifting left and right to explore all corners of her. "Oh yes, yesssssssss, it feels so good, I haven't felt this before." I truly believed that while they may have 3 kids, Meg & Rob never explored the joys of sex.

It was then the door opened up, Teresa had come back after breakfast. Uh-oh.

"Sis, it's not his fault. I had to make sure last night was not just a dream. It was so good, so new to me. Want to share?"

Teresa had a look on her face that is hard to describe - pissed about the first impression, but excited to be a part of it.

"Well, I did start this didn't I?" With that Teresa quickly shed her clothes and climbed up on the bed. "Baby, you get your fantasy today. You get to have 2 girls at once. You better take care of both of us," she said with a big smirk on her face. She straddled my face while Meg was riding my cock. 

She was right on that, this was a fantasy I had shared with her. After all what guy wouldn't? 

Teresa was surprisingly wet for just getting there. My tongue was giving her the treatment that drives her crazy, teasing her from her clit to the pussy lips, barely penetrating her. She couldn't take it any more and thrust onto my face, my tongue shooting deep into that sweetness. I raised one hand up to have my thumb play with her clit while giving her my tongue to maximum capacity. "Oh yessssssssssss"

While this was going on, Meg was riding my cock slow and steady. I took my other hand down to her pussy and had my finger play with her clit too. She let out a hard moan, "yes, yes, what are you doing, don't quit, ohhhhhhhh, I'm not going to last very long."

With that I started to flex my hips to give it to Meg hard and fast, my finger playing faster with her clit. Somehow at the same time, I was able to tongue Teresa harder while my thumb teased her clit faster as well. They both were gasping, crying to make them cum. First it was Meg who let out a yip, then clamped her pussy on my cock, milking it hard. "Ohh YESSSSSSSS" as she shook. This triggered Teresa who barked and shivered on top of my face. With a dream come true, I let go of my load, having it shoot deep into Meg's tunnel.

We all relaxed, got unraveled, and laid there for a moment. The two girls were together licking the mix of Meg's and my juices off my tool, while I had a hand playing with each of their wet spots.

It was Teresa who spoke up first, "Oh that was great, hey Sis, Rob is down at the games, so let's trade places and continue this lesson."

No one argued about that. It was a fantasy cum true.