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What happens in Vegas...

By: parts guy



I have given up hope of having any of my raunchy fantasies coming true. My wife and I are in our mid forties, and it has become painfully obvious that she is not the slut I had envisioned her as. Thus I have accepted my normal life, and can only hope for health and old age.

She is short and is carrying a few more pounds than she would like, and the years are starting to show. Me, old, fat and balding. Nevertheless, she can still turn heads, and is always smiling. This year marks our 25th anniversary, and, for once, we will do something other than wish each other "Happy Anniversary". The following may be a bit boring, but that's what happens when you get old.

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Back in March, we had won a trip to Las Vegas, and decided to use it later in the year to celebrate our anniversary. It was only for a couple of days, but it was a couple of days away from reality. The flight was good, and we were surprised at how nice our room was, even if it was at the Excalibur. Not our first choice, but that was O.K. We unpacked and my wife stood at the window, taking in the view from over twenty floors up. I knew what her reaction would be, but I still couldn't resist. I walked up behind her and lifted her top, in a feeble attempt to flash her big titties to the world. Well, I thought I knew what her reaction would be. Instead of yanking her blouse back down, she reached up and lifted her bra. Granted we were hundreds of feet up, and no one would see her, but the thought really turned me on. I proceeded to undress her, and play with her right in the window. After a minute, I pushed her back onto the bed and ate her pussy until she was squirming with pleasure. Then she rolled over and gave me the best blow job ever. Let me correct that, her oral talents are phenomenal, and every blow job she has given me has been the best ever. The only event that marred the moment was that she didn't swallow. She never does, but I sure wouldn't ever complain for fear of losing that great pleasure.

We decide to get dressed and wander around the casino. She went into the bathroom, and I changed right there...after closing the drapes. My jaw nearly hit the ground when she came out in lace pants and a fairly see through shirt. She looked awesome. If it weren't for her bra and panties, she would have been pretty much naked. I was so proud to have her on my arm as we strolled around. I was having a difficult time with the front of my pants, as I watched many men stare, or at least act as if they didn't notice my sexy wife.

We ate lunch and played a few slots before my wife informed me that she wanted to go up to our room and change clothes.

"Tired of all the men staring at you?" I asked with a smile.

"Are you kidding? I never get tired of them noticing. It makes me feel like I am young and pretty again."

"I hate it when you put yourself down, they stare at you because you ARE pretty. And I bet every one of them is fantasizing about you right now. At least I know I am!"

"We'll discuss that one later, but really, my bra is pinching me, and I have to change".

"Why not just take it off?"

"That's what I intend to do."

"No, I mean right now, just go to the rest room and take it off."

"Yeah right. Then everyone could see my boobs."

"That's the whole point!"

"I would probably get arrested!"

"Look around, this is Vegas! No one will hardly notice! Most of the woman here are showing a lot more than just their breasts." Actually no one was really exposed, but I was trying to make a point. She looked around for a moment.

"Maybe you're right, maybe I shouldn't be such a prude" she said as she got up from the table. "I'll be right back." I watched her panty covered butt sway as she disappeared from sight. Once a prude, always a prude. She won't go braless, hell, she even wears one around the house.

I almost choked on my iced tea when she returned. Her nipples were hard, and I could see her breasts as clearly as if she were naked. And she was still ten yards away. Oh I definitely will have to sit here at the table for a while before standing up.

"Oh this is much better!" she said as she jiggled them back and forth. "I feel so free... And so naughty!" She giggled. "Now I want to get drunk!" she said as she waved to a waiter. 

It's funny how suddenly some people get all the service, especially when they flaunt their tits. We now had several waiters, a waitress, a floor manager, a busboy, and I think a dishwasher all milling around, wanting to do whatever is necessary to please the customer. Even though I couldn't even get a glass of water, my wife was getting all the attention she could handle. And judging by the smile on her face, she was, at this moment very happy. Which, in turn made me very happy. I was willing to bet her panties were soaked too. I scooted closer to her and rested my hand on her thigh. Even though no one could see what was happening under the table, she would always move my hand. But not tonight. She actually spread her legs apart a little, and I was a little bummed that she was wearing pants. But her thin lace pants and thin cotton panties couldn't contain all the moisture that was seeping out as I rubbed her nub.

"You better stop, or it will look like I peed myself!" she whispered as she finally moved my hand.

"Well then I guess you'll just have to take your panties off too!" I kidded.

"Give me a few more drinks first, then we'll see!" she said with a wink.

We got up and headed for the door to stroll around outside for a bit, but when we got near the lobby, we noticed it was already dark outside. The fresh air was nice, but it was a little chilly for my wife, so we headed back inside. We stopped in one of the in house nightclubs to have another drink. All the booths were filled, except for the small "stand up" tables scattered around the floor. Each table was just big enough for four people and their drinks. Wifey picked a table that was already half occupied. A couple who appeared to be about ten years younger than us greeted us with smiles.

"Hi, I'm Mark!"he said as he extended his hand.

"And I'm Linda." the young lady said as we all shook hands. 

"Wow! I love your top!" Mark said as he gazed at my wife's chest. "And the blouse isn't bad either!" he added with a big grin. You could almost see my wife blush in the dark room. I wasn't sure if Mark was just flirting, or if he really was impressed, but either way I wasn't at all jealous. Linda was an absolute bombshell; nice tan, bright smile, and an incredible body.

"Hey, anyone care to dance?" Mark asked, as he glanced towards me and my wife. I hate to dance and she loves to, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

"Here, take her for a test drive!" I said as I held up her hand. They danced only a few feet away from the table, Mark making sure they never left our sight.

"He seems like a nice guy." I said to Linda, in a feeble attempt at small talk.

"And your wife seems to really be enjoying herself!" She responded. "She's very sexy too!"

Considering the source, that was quite the compliment. They came back over to the table after seeing the fresh drinks arrive, and wifey pounded half of it in one shot.

"Theresh not mush booze in thish!" She slurred. She and Linda got into a conversation that was hard to hear over the music. I only caught bits and pieces, but I know it had something to do with me wanting her to lose her panties, or something along that line. She was probably telling her what a pervert I was being. After a minute, they excused themselves to find the ladies room. As soon as they had left our sight, Mark turned to me.

"Hey, I was thinking maybe we could get together later and party in one of our rooms, if your up for it!"

"Yeah, that sounds great!" I knew Di would never go for it, and chances are, we would never see these people again anyway. We stood there in awkward silence as we contemplated the possibilities.

After what seemed like forever, I finally saw them zigzagging their way back to us.

"Here's a gift for you." Di said as she stuffed something into my hand. I didn't have look to know they were her panties. "Linda talked me into it, besides, it's pretty dark in here." Her slur was almost gone, but her eyes were still glazed over. I pushed the warm material into my pocket and smiled.

"Well, I have to meet my girlfriend for a little shopping, it was nice meeting you!" Linda said as she turned for the door."I'll see you guys later!" We all watched her leave.

"Here's a napkin, your drooling!" my wife said jokingly. "And where's my drink?" she said rather loudly as she held up her empty glass. Normally two drinks in one night would put her on the edge, but she's already polished off four frou frou drinks and it's not even nine yet.

"Wanna dance?" She said to Mark. It wasn't really a question as she had already grabbed his hand and headed for the floor. Mark looked back at me for approval and I smiled and nodded. She was right, even on the lit dance floor it was nearly impossible to see her pink clean shaven pussy. Of course it might have had something to do with the fact that she was always grinding it into Mark's leg or back. I also noticed he was getting a little bolder with his hands, occasionally squeezing her butt, or brushing the sides of her breasts. Before I knew it, they were staggering their way back to the table, both of them pretty well lit from all the booze.

"Whew! It's hot in here!" Di gasped "Let's go somewhere else!" She said as she grabbed my hand. Mark looked at me, and I turned to my wife.

"Mark invited us up to his place to party, if you felt like it."

"That sounds like fun!"

"I think it's a private party, if you know what I mean." I whispered in her ear.

"I don't care, as long as I'm with you. I'm sure you'll have fun. If not, we can leave. Besides, I kinda want to watch you try to get into Linda's pants!" she whispered.

"What do you mean, try?" I kidded. "No, really, it's your call. If you get uncomfortable, just say so and we can leave."

"OK, and the same goes for you too!" I'm not sure what she meant by that, but I doubt anything would bother me.

As we got in the elevator I noticed he pushed the button for the same floor we were on. I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure if I wanted a group of people in my room that I may not be able to get rid of. Di was so drunk she had no clue what floor we were on, but it turned out that Mark slid his plastic card into a lock only five doors down from ours. His room was identical to ours. After turning on all the lights, he turned and looked at us. Well OK, he looked at Di.

"Now let's have a good look at you in the light!" She made no effort to cover anything up as he drank her in. "Wow! Did those cost a lot?" he asked as he stared at her rack.

"No silly, they're real!" She lifted each one, and quickly tweaked each nipple.

"No way! They are too perfect!"

"If they were fake, I would have scars!" She pushed one way up, while trying to look underneath.

"That's true, but it's hard to tell with your blouse still on." Oh, he was good. But Di was better.

"Then I guess you'll just have to trust me!"

"Well maybe your husband will tell me the truth!" Mark said as he grinned at me. The angel on my shoulder said "You're nearing the point of no return, notice the bulge in the front of his pants?" The devil on my other shoulder said "Yeah, he's right, but check the bulge in the front of your pants!" I barely heard the screams as the tiny pitchfork found it's target.

"You know, now I'm not so sure." I said as I stood behind my teetering wife. "Let's find out!" I reached around and begun unbuttoning her blouse. With absolutely no resistance, she allowed me to slide the shear silk off her shoulders, and I tossed it out of her reach. I looked at Mark, as he waited for my next move. "She's a bit wobbly. I better hold her up while you check for scars!" He didn't hesitate as I placed my hands on her hips. She leaned her head back on me as Mark gently fondled her D cups. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, and she just stood there and moaned softly. He leaned forward, mouth open, but stopped inches from her erect nips, pausing to look up to me for approval. I just smiled and nodded as he sucked first one then the other.

After a few moments he stopped, took a step back and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I guess you're right, maybe they are real!" As he gazed at her, his mouth suddenly dropped open. "I didn't realize you weren't wearing panties! Oh my god!" I walked Di forward until she was about a foot away from Mark. With my hands still on her hips, it was a natural move to simply pull on the bows that tied on each side of her lace pants. They dropped so quickly, I'm not sure she even noticed.

"Maybe you would be more comfortable lying down." Mark said as he stood up from the bed.

"Yeah, the room is starting to spin just a little." She lay there with her knees up and feet slightly apart. Mark was in awe when I nudged him.

"Hmm? Oh sorry!" He said, realizing he was starring. I just smiled and nodded, he knew what it meant. He sat on the edge of the bed between her feet and picked up her right leg. After straightening it out, he kissed her ankle. Then her calf, and then her knee. The kisses were planted closer together as he got to mid thigh. He stopped, and started over on the other leg, again stopping inches from her pink lips. His kisses were gentle as he circled closer and closer to her pussy.

"OK, I think it's time for you to move now." she whimpered, as she reached for his head. For a second I thought she was back to her old self, but apparently my devil was visiting her now. With one hand on each side of his head, she guided him up and center. She released her hold only when she was satisfied he wasn't going to leave soon.

"Ungghhh!" was all that came out of her mouth as his tongue found it's target. He pushed her legs up as high as he could, and my wife helped by tucking each leg behind her arms. I had no idea she could do that. Mark now had full access to both her holes and was taking full advantage of it. She never let me touch her "down there" as it "was an exit only". But Mark's tongue managed to breach her one way door, and she appeared to enjoy it. A lot. It seemed she came quicker and harder than when I ate her earlier today, but somehow it didn't bother me. 

She lay there panting as Mark got up to wipe some of the juices from his face. As he returned to the room, Di sat up.

"So, when's Linda gonna be here?" she asked. I was a little curious myself.

"Who?"

"Linda, you know, your wife?"

"Uh...I'm not married."

"Then who is Linda?" He stopped, obviously trying to think.

"Oh! Linda, you mean the one in the club! I'm not, I mean we're not...I had just met her shortly before you guys walked up. Turned out she was gay, and was waiting for her girl friend."

"Wow! No wonder she wanted me to take my panties off!" Di started to blush a little, but quickly recovered.

"Hey, this isn't very fair! I'm the only one without clothes!" She acted as if she just noticed.

"Well, if you want to even up the score, you could put your clothes back on." I suggested.

"Or one of you could takes yours off!" she quipped, as she sat on the edge of the bed facing us. "And since you've both seen me naked, there's no point in my getting dressed, and since I've seen you naked a million times, there's only one obvious solution!"

She looked at Mark and crooked her finger at him. "Come here."

"Uh, only if it's OK with your hubby. I think he was under the impression this would turn into a foursome." I just smiled and nodded.

"I'm sorry there's no partner for you." 

"That's OK, that just means more for me!" Di said.

Mark again looked to me.

"You better get over there, she's waiting!" I said as I gave him a gentle push in her direction.

She reached up from where she was sitting and began unbuttoning his shirt. I kicked back on the other bed and watched. I really couldn't see much from where I was at, other than Mark's backside and an occasional elbow or hand of my wife. He didn't have to turn around for me to tell how fit he was when his shirt hit the floor. I could hear the tinkle of his belt buckle, then the zip of his zipper dropping. I could see the light blue paisley design on his boxers as they extended an inch above the top of his pants, and wondered if she would be able to see his manhood through the opening in the front when she drops his pants. I no longer had to wonder as I watched her hook thumbs inside the material and slide everything down at once. For a guy, he had a nice butt. It seemed like a long time had passed without anybody saying anything. Then my wife spoke up.

"Ummm!" was all she said. That and a lot of slurping sounds. She was sucking him off right there! In front of me! Well, almost in front of me. I would have gotten up to end this, but my erection kept getting in the way. So I just scooted up the bed a bit to get a better view.

"I better lie down before my knees give out!" Mark said as he crawled onto the bed. With him on his back, I would have a much better view of the action. Holy shit! As he lay back I could now see his cock. It had to be twice the size of mine. Di wasted no time in crawling up between his legs to continue her oral assault. She was really getting into it, and I could see Mark wouldn't last much longer.

"Uh maybe you should slow down a bit, I'm getting very close!" he panted, as she ran her tongue up and down his veiny flesh.

"Oh, you want me to slow down?" Di cooed. She tucked her knees up under her for support, and wrapped both hand around his girth. She took as much of his head into her mouth as she could, and while sucking like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, she furiously jacked him off. I watched his hips jerk involuntarily as he unloaded squirt after squirt of cum into her mouth. She kept her lips clamped to him until he finished emptying his balls. I was curious as to how much cum he produced, and watched intently as she slowly lifted her head.

"That was incredible!" she gasped with an obviously empty mouth, as she continued to knead his half limp cock. As she squeezed a big drop from the tip, she leaned over and deftly scooped it up with her tongue.

"You're telling me!" Mark grunted. "That was by far, the best I have ever had!"

"I hope there's more left in this, cuz I'm not done yet!" Di said as she worked him back to life.

Even from the other bed, I could see her pussy lips glisten as she began to straddle Mark. I had my doubts if this would work because my wife was very tight. So tight it was a challenge to get even two fingers worked up inside of her. And Mark was huge. She reached back to line up his baseball bat with her tiny hole, and managed to get the head inside her. She gyrated around, and pumped and squirmed, and by God, she got that monster inside. Within seconds she was moaning and cumming, After a few minutes though, she began to slow down, then she just stopped and lay there on top of Mark.

"Hey, I have an idea!" I said as I jumped off my bed and over to theirs. "Here, sit up and turn around." I told my wife. The sensation woke Di back up as the bumps and veins twisted in her pussy. Now she was facing his feet, but still fully impaled. "Now lay back." As she did, Mark reached up and massaged her tits.

I guess this is the point of no return I thought as I took my position between their spread legs. I leaned forward and licked the top of her clit. This brought instant pleasure to her.

"Down a little lower." she begged. I licked lower and she squirmed. "Lower!" I couldn't lick much lower without making contact with Mark's cock. I soon found I didn't have much choice as she grabbed my head and positioned it much lower. My tongue touched it's first cock as I licked the area where Di and Mark were connected. The results caused them both to shudder, so I figured, "What the hell?" and gave it my all. I even went so far as to run my tongue down to his balls and back. Several times.


What happens in Vegas...



"I'm starting to get uncomfortable up here, can we change positions?" Di asked. Her back was getting bent the wrong way.

"Yeah, hey, I have an idea!" Mark said as we all broke free. "Mike, you lay on your back over here with your arms straight up over your head, Di you straddle his face in a sixty-nine kinda thing. Now Mike, bring your arms down behind her knees. That way she won't slip off the bed." I basically had her pinned, and as I looked up, I saw Mark guide his meaty weapon back to her very wet pussy. From here I could watch or join in. As I licked all kinds of flesh, I soon became annoyed at Mark's nut sack. With every thrust, his big balls would smack me in the face, so I reached up and held them out of the way. This was the first time I had ever held a nut sack that wasn't my own. It was different, actually kinda erotic. Mark must have thought so too because within a minute of me massaging...I mean holding him out of the way, he began to grunt. I wanted them to both cum at the same time so I shoved my tongue up between her pussy and his cock. With each thrust, I could feel my tongue being pulled inside, until he finally came. We all held still for a moment, then he started to pull out. I have no idea what came over me at that moment, but as soon as I saw the head of his cock, I reached up with my right hand and pulled it into my mouth. A quick suck, then I released him. He moved over and collapsed on the bed next to us, while I looked up just in time to see a pearly white string of cum beginning to drip from Di's pussy. Since it was right above my mouth, I did the obvious. I lifted my head and buried my tongue deep into her pussy. She immediately began to orgasm, and her convulsions began to force Mark's cum out of her pussy and into my mouth. Now I had a dilemma, this was far more cum than I had bargained for, but if I stopped, then Di would be left holding half an orgasm. It's a good thing I love my wife so much, and I think she knows it too. After I swallowed a quart of salty slime, she finally rolled off me. Turning around, still on all fours, she bent to whisper in my ear.

"You have no idea how much I love you!" she said as she hugged me. 

"Hey, you guys can crash here, if you want to." Mark suggested.

"Maybe for a few minutes." Di said, but I quickly dozed off.

I'm not sure how long I laid there, but when I awoke, I kept my eyes shut because I could sense the lights were still on. I casually slid my hand over to where Di was laying, but the bed was empty. I thought I remembered her getting up to go to the bathroom so I focused my attention to the sounds. The t.v. was still on, but it was turned very low. I could hear some girl moaning on screen, but my ears were playing tricks on me. I knew the television was down towards my feet, but sound was coming from my right. It took a minute to sink in, then it hit me. I opened my eyes and looked over to see my wife back on top of Mark, fucking nice and slow. Di looked like a rag doll, flopping all over the place.

"Hi honey!...I'm totally fucked up!" She said with a major slur. Scattered all around them were little empty bottles from the wet bar. She fell off Mark, and slithered down between his legs. She licked and slobbered all over his red cock, and told him how much she loved his cock.

"And shince I made you (hic) come in my mouf, (hic) and made you come in my pushy, I guesh it's your (hic) turn to pick a hole!" she giggled, and began to pass out with Marks cock still in her mouth. He looked at me, and I just shrugged.

"You heard the lady, pick a hole!" I grinned.

He extricated himself from her grip and rolled her onto her belly. He lifted her hips and she cooed as she wiggled her butt.

"Ooh, I love it doggy style!" was all she said before disappearing back into la la land.

Mark rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. Leaning over her he drooled a mouthful of saliva down her butt crack to help lube his throbbing friend. It worked well, as he was soon able to thrust fully into her sore pussy. She must have knew what I was thinking, because she looked over at me.

"I'm not feeling any pain right now." Then she closed her eyes again. But never quit smiling.

After a few thrusts, Mark pulled out and added more saliva to his dripping wet club. He repositioned himself and began to push forward again, this time going very slowly. Soon he was buried to the hilt. As he held still, he looked over at me.

"Gawd she has a tight butt!" he exclaimed. I couldn't believe after only a few hours, this stranger has gone places I haven't been allowed to go for over twenty years! Di lifted her head, and looked back.

"He'sh fucking my ash!" She started to giggle. "It kinda feelsh good!...Oh yeah...Don't stop!" She began pushing back, meeting his thrusts half way. 

It only took a few strokes, and he was emptying another load into my wife.

He pulled out and grabbed a towel from the foot of the bed.

"Here, you can clean her up, if you want, while I use the bathroom."

Good idea, I thought as I set the towel down and began to clean my wife the only way I prefer. With my tongue. Her chocolate starfish was gaping, but I couldn't get my tongue in deep enough to satisfy myself. I quickly lay down, and lifted her leg up. She got the idea very fast and sat up on my face. It was an interesting experience to say the least. I'll just leave it at that.

Looking at the clock on my camera phone, I noticed it was two thirty in the morning. Actually not as late as I had thought. Mark had a meeting about midday , and we agreed to meet up later. We both knew the rest would be determined by Di's reaction to all of this after she woke up tomorrow.

Mark handed me a large towel to wrap around Di, as it would be impossible to try and get her dressed. Besides, we were just down the hall. She planted a wet (and very long) kiss on Mark's lips, or should I say in his mouth, before we crept out his door. Half way to our room, we met up with a busboy collecting trays from the hallway.

"Excuse me miss, but you cannot take the towels from the rooms." he said with a Spanish accent. Without missing a beat, she peeled the towel off and handed it to him as we continued to our door. It was only when I was inserting the key did I look down the hall. There he stood, frozen in his tracks, just gawking at Di.

"Should we invite him in for a closer look?" Di asked, as she stood there caressing a nipple.

"No, I think you've had enough fun for one night." I said as I pulled her into the room. She quickly stuck her head back out the door and said, 

"Maybe tomorrow night, if your a good boy!" She waved bye to him and closed the door. As we collapsed on the bed, she looked at me.

"Get undressed so I can take care of you now, because I know you've been a very good boy." I ran to the bathroom and stripped in seconds flat, but by the time I returned, she was out like a light. 

She snored lightly until about eleven the next morning. She got up and jumped in the shower, emerging about thirty minutes later with a towel wrapped around her.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" she asked.

"I figured we could go to the shark reef at Mandelay bay, then maybe meet up with Mark later."

"Mark? Oh god, so it wasn't a dream!" she said with a panicked look on her face. "No wonder I was so sore this morning! Did we do what I think we did, and do I need to apologize for anything?"

"It depends on what you remembered, and no, you don't have to apologize. In fact , I think I owe you a thank you!"

"Well, actually, I remember everything, and you can thank me by reminding of last night anytime I act like a stick in the mud. Speaking of stick in the mud, did you see him shove that tree trunk up my ass?" We both laughed 'til tears rolled down our face.

We had a great brunch at the Luxor, and took the monorail a quarter of a mile down to Mandelay Bay. The shark reef was fantastic, if you ever get the chance to see it, then see it!

As we walked back towards the strip, we ran into Linda and her girl friend. We ducked into a quiet restaurant and got to know Linda and her friend. Her friend, Sue was just as hot as she was, and I was beginning to think it was such a waste, until Linda started talking.

"I suppose that Mark guy told you all about me."

"Not really, just that you were here with your girl friend."

"I'm not...I mean, we're not gay, or anything like that. I mean don't get me wrong, we love to party with each other, but we're very much into guys. Just not guys like Mark. He was expecting a threesome with us, and I wanted that to be our decision, not his, you know what I mean?" We sat and made small talk, before they excused themselves to "powder their noses". I figured it was an excuse to leave without that awkward moment, but just as the thought left my mind, they came bouncing back up to the table.


"We have some things we have to take care of, but Sue and I were talking, and...well...if you guys want, maybe we can hook up later, if you want."

"I better warn you, when Linda has a few drinks in her, it's hard to say what might happen!" Sue added. Linda handed Di a piece of paper with her room number and cell phone number.

"Call us or stop by, we should be back around eight or nine!"

After they left, I looked at Di. She knew that look.

"Well it looks like you might get your fantasy after all!"

"I already did, twice!" She looked puzzled. 

"Once last night, and once when I married you!"

"I hope your cock doesn't get as sore as my ass, because it is definitely going to get a workout tonight!"

I think I'm starting to like Vegas. We went to all the sights, but all I could see was me in a Linda and Sue sandwich. By mid afternoon it dawned on me.

"What about Mark? I told him we would see him tonight."

"Well honey, it looks like you have a decision to make. Either sit around watching me and Mark have fun, which you already have done, or spend the night with two absolutely gorgeous young women, which, chances are, will never happen again." This would truly be a tough decision. My wife wasn't helping with her teasing either.

"Tic toc! What's it gonna be? Hard bodies for you, or hard cock for me?...Well, we have to call one of them before it gets too late. You know either choice is fine by me."

"OK, give me a minute to think!"

"I would have figured it was a no brainer!"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. Have you got Linda's number handy?" She fished it out of her purse.

"Good choice, I know you'll have a good time tonight!"

"Oh I definitely will have a great time tonight!" I said as I dialed her number.

"Hello, Linda?" My wife watched me talk.

"Yeah, Mike...great! And you?" Di showed no signs of jealousy.

"Hey, me and Di would love to come over tonight..." Even though she was smiling, deep down I knew exactly how she was feeling.

"...but something has come up and we won't be able to make it," Her eyes spoke a thousand words, all of them thank you.

"That would be great!...OK, bye!" For a minute, I thought she was going to drop to her knees right there on the strip and give me a blow job.

"I can't believe you would turn them down for me!" Tears were welling up in her eyes.

"I already told you, you are my biggest fantasy, I would much rather watch you than hurt you!"

"This is going to sound weird, but I love you so much I'll suck and fuck Mark all night long for you, if that is your desire, I'll do the room service guy...anybody! Whatever you want!" It did sound weird, but it was what I wanted.

"OK, let's go see the fountains at Belagio."

"Fuck the fountains! The only fountains I want to see are fountains of cum!"

We practically ran back to our room to clean up. I called Mark and he said he was stuck in meetings for another couple of hours, but would love to meet up with us after. I gave him my cell number and told him to call when he was back. I told Di and we decided to order dinner via room service. She hopped into the shower, and emerged thirty minutes later, wearing only a garter and white stockings.

"I don't know what to wear...what does one wear to an orgy?" she queried.

"Why not just go like that? You look great!" She definitely gave me a boner.

Our fantasy was interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Room service!"

We stood frozen with the deer in the headlight look.

"What do we do?" Di asked as she frantically looked for something to cover up with. She found a robe and started to put it on. I snatched it out of her hand.

"You answer the door, is what you do!" I said with a big grin. "I dare you!" That's all it took.

"Just a second!" Di shouted back. She marched right up to the door, looked out the peep hole, and turned back to me.

"Oh, it's our friend from last night!" And with that, she threw the door open. He tried to steer the cart into the room while looking down, but he kept bumping into things. He was aware my wife was naked, and didn't want to make an issue of it. As soon as he cleared the door, Di closed it, and stood between him and the only way out.

"Excuse me, but I will leave you two to your meal. I will pick up the cart later."

"Why don't you stay and join us for a few minutes." my wife said in a sultry tone.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I could get in trouble!"

"Only if somebody tells...I'm not going to tell, are you?"

"N..no but...but" his words were cut short when Di stuffed a tit into his mouth. He started sucking like an Ethiopian baby. She backed up to the bed, lay back and spread her legs wide.

"Care for another snack?" This time he didn't have to be asked twice. He was down on her in a flash. I could tell he wasn't very good, but she managed a weak orgasm out of it. As she stood up, he wiped his face clean.

"Thank you so much! I will go now!"

"Whoa! Hang on a sec! I haven't even started to be through with you yet!" She swung him around and pushed him back on the bed. It only took her seconds to get his pants down around his ankles. I was thankful to see his cock was about the same size as mine. Good thing, because I was starting to get a complex.

What I could see of his manhood quickly disappeared into Di's warm wet mouth. She had no problem taking him in as she sucked, slurped and manipulated him to the boiling point, He made a feeble attempt to pull away, but we all knew the outcome. 

"Ummm" was all she said after swallowing his juice.

"Now you may go!" I fished a ten dollar bill out for his tip.

"Are you kidding? I should be paying you!" We heard him ramble off something in Spanish as he floated out the door and down the hall. She looked at the clock.

"We still have a couple of hours to kill." She pushed me back onto the bed and released my hard cock. She licked down once. She licked up once. She licked her lips and engulfed my member once. That's all it took for me to start spraying the inside of her mouth with more cum than I can ever remember shooting in my entire life. She looked up and smiled.

"Now that was delicious!" She actually swallowed it! Normally about this time I would be totally limp and ready for a nap. But not this time, my cock was still throbbing!

"Wow! Was all she could say, as she licked and kissed it so more. "Now it's your choice!...any hole you want!"

"Any hole?" I tested.

"ANY hole! And any time too!" she added. I ended up fucking all three wonderful holes before we even ate dinner.

"I just had to get you warmed up for Mark!" I teased, as we finished eating (the food).

****

I know this wasn't my best work, but it was loosely based on a real vacation my wife and I took. And yes, it was our anniversary. If anyone is interested in the rest of our trip, let me know and I will write a second chapter. Thanks for reading!



What Happens in Vegas...



Why am I here? What the hell am I doing?

Those questions raced through Shelley's mind over and over. She came down the boarding ramp from the plane and stepped into the terminal at McCarron International Airport. Nervously, Shelley scanned the crowd that was heading towards baggage claim. 

He was there. Leaning against a pillar near Ben & Jerry's. 

Shorter than she had pictured him in her mind, but otherwise just like the images she had seen on the computer. His arms were folded and he had a slight smile as he watched her arrive.

Navigating her way through the throng, Shelley made her way over towards him. He met her in the middle of the terminal. They were surrounded by people. The sun shone through the windows. The smell of waffle cones permeated the air. There were slot machines (in the airport!) making their clanging noises.

All of that faded away when their eyes met.

It had started out innocently enough. Shelley worked in an office and had lots of free time. She surfed the internet, sold some stuff on eBay and cruised message boards. Most of her job could be done in about 20 hours per week, but she had to be there for 40. That left half her paid time to fill with other things. Not that her boss noticed; she was slick enough to have him convinced that her job really did take up 40 hours per week, sometimes more.

Rick didn't have quite as much free time as Shelley, but he had enough. They met through a NASCAR message board, playfully taunting each other when their driver beat the other (hers is Kasey Kahne, his is Little E, if that matters to you). They traded message board posts and private messages for a couple of months, then moved into the world of instant messaging. Soon they were sending pictures back and forth and not just on company time.

Shelley never figured herself as one for internet romances, and truthfully, this one didn't start out that way. They were just two people with a common interest who became friends. It's easy to become friends over the internet. A computer screen separates you from everyone else. The people out there only see what you want them to see, and there's no chance that you'll ever meet in real life, right?

Things changed one night when they were both at home by themselves. Shelley's boyfriend was out with his buddies playing pool (translation: titty bar) and Rick's girlfriend was visiting her mom for the weekend.

Both of them we online at the same time and they were both drinking. Their flirting had gone from playful to out of hand in just a few minutes. But she didn't care. Her boyfriend was in one of his "asshole" moods and after a couple of drinks, Shelley's inhibitions were gone. Rick, who was always flirtatious anyway, was especially friendly that night and things went downhill very fast.

Their conversation, which had previously been limited to thinly-veiled innuendo and harmless barbs, became racier. When their night was over, Shelley found that she needed to spend some quality time with her "rabbit", only instead of imagining her boyfriend or her man Kasey, it was Rick.

A couple of weeks went by and both pretended nothing had happened. Yet, Shelley still felt weird about the whole thing. One night, both were up late again, and they started flirting again. Both were relatively sober this time, so there was no excuse.

It was only flirting, right? Shelley rationalised everything away. It's not like I'm ever going to see him. . . . Right?

By now, their conversations had gone from playful banter to overt sexual foreplay. It wasn't cyber-sex, but it was pretty close.

Shelley's boyfriend was blissfully unaware of what was going on, and she liked it that way. On one level, she felt a little guilty for carrying on with Rick behind his back, but on another, she felt that if he would pay her half the attention that Rick did, their relationship wouldn't have come to this.

A few more weeks passed and Shelley found herself thinking about Rick more and more. Not always in sexual ways. After all, at work they couldn't IM back and forth about the safety of performing oral sex on someone while they were driving or the merits of one type of vibrator versus another. Sometimes, when she was out at the mall, Shelley would see something and think, Rick would like that; I should buy it and send it to him.

About a year after they met, Shelley knew they had gone too far when she opened her private messages. There was the usual morning PM from Rick. She clicked on it expecting him to be taunting her after Kasey wiped out Mark Martin the previous afternoon at the All-Star Challenge.

Instead, all it said was, "I need to see you."

Her heart leapt into her throat. Her hands trembled as she typed the reply.

"I need to see you too." 

Despite their better judgment, Shelley and Rick spent the next two months conspiring to find a way to meet. She didn't know why. She didn't know what she expected. All she knew was that a small part of her wanted it more than anything else and that little voice overrode all of her considerable self-control.

By some stroke of sheer luck—or was it fate?—the company she worked for and Rick's employer used the same software package. It handled everything from human resources to payroll to inventory, and their annual convention was coming up. 

After some wrangling, she managed to convince her boss to send her to the conference. Rick went every year; in fact, he was presenting at one of the sessions, so his attendance was never in question.

Shelley and Rick stared nervously at each other for a second before he reached out. She stepped into his arms and gave him a friendly hug. 

She pulled back after a second, wanting to get a feel for him. Would she feel the same way about him in person that she felt at her computer?

"Your boy looked good yesterday," Rick said. 

"Yeah, well, yours sucks," she replied with a laugh. At least Tony Stewart hadn't won at Pocono.

They went and picked up their luggage. Rick had his hand at the small of her back. 

His touch was electric.

They caught a cab over to the hotel. Vegas is hot. And in July, the heat was stifling, even in the morning.

Shelley was used to heat, or so she thought. "It's not the heat, it's the humidity" is what they say in Alabama. 

Screw that. 

It's the heat, all right. The humidity just doesn't help.

Las Vegas is a dry heat. Contrary to what people believe, it's not better than humid heat. If the southeast is a sauna, the southwest is a blast furnace. Either way, air conditioning is better.

Along the way, they sat apart, as if afraid to touch. Several times, Shelley noticed Rick's eyes straying to her body, taking in her curves and the flash of leg beneath her skirt.

The cab let them out at the Bellagio. Rick paid the fare (expense account) and tipped the driver.

They stepped into the long line waiting to check in. Some of the folks there were tourists, but it seemed like most of the crowd in the lobby was there for the conference. Shelley began talking to the group in front of them in line. Soon she found that some of them were there in the same track she was, and she began making contacts.

When they finally got to the front of the line, Rick pulled her to the desk with him.

"Good morning, welcome to the Bellagio," the young woman at the counter said. Her name tag read Julie. "What is the name on the reservation?"

"We actually have two reservations," Rick said before Shelley could speak. He pulled out a printout from his briefcase. Shelley likewise produced a similar registration from her folder. "We'd like rooms with an adjoining door, if possible."

Shelley immediately blushed, but the other woman's face remained unreadable. Her fingers ticked away at the keyboard. "I've got two rooms on the 10th floor. Both non-smoking, king-sized beds and an adjoining door. You had a suite reserved, but these are standard rooms. Will that be okay?"

"That would be excellent," Rick said with a smile. Shelley could only stand there, mute. He winked at her. 

"Will this be on the same credit card or separate?" Julie acted like this happened all the time (it probably did).

"Separate," he replied.

"I'll need a credit card from each of you, then." 

Rick already had his out. Shelley fumbled through her purse for the corporate AmEx her boss had given her. If he only knew what she was using it for . . . 

The woman at the counter produced some papers for each of them. "Please sign here . . . initial here . . . and sign here, again."

Julie made a set of magnetic strip cards for each of them and slipped them into small folding sleeves. She wrote the room numbers on each and handed one set to Rick. For Shelley's keys, Julie had circled the city motto, "What happens here, stays here."

Shelley couldn't bring herself to look the other girl in the eyes, but she could see a slightly amused smile on her face. Julie pointed to the side of the lobby. "Go to your right and then down the hallway. You'll see a set of elevators, and take them up to the tenth floor. When you get off the elevator, your rooms will be to the right. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to call us here at the desk. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Actually, there is," Rick reached into his wallet and produced a business card. The image of the Bellagio was on the front and a hand-scribbled note was on the back. "I was told to ask for Adrina."

Julie read the note on the card and picked up the phone. "Mrs. Chambers? There's a gentlemen here to see you. . . . Yes. . . . He was referred by Tim Maxwell. . . . Yes . . . I'll let him know."

She hung up the phone and turned to Rick. "She has someone with her right now, but says she can see you in about thirty minutes, if that's convenient."

"I'll tell you what . . . Do you have a sticky?" Rick wrote something on a Post It note and handed it to Julie. "Here's my cell phone number, if you could have her call me when she's free, I'll get with her then."

Julie smiled and put the note where she would remember it and then Shelley and Rick went on their way.

The pair followed the directions Julie gave them, and soon they each entered their own room. Compared to the places Shelley was used to staying (read: dives), the Bellagio wasn't just luxurious, it was palatial. The king-sized bed was covered in fluffy pillows. There was a stand-up shower and jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. The curtains were drawn back, showing off a magnificent view of the Strip and the famous Bellagio fountains.

She was glad to be alone for a second. Rick was more handsome in person than she had imagined. Her pulse raced when she was with him. Was this something she really wanted?

Putting all of her questions on the back burner, Shelley called home. First she called her mom to let her know she got in safely. Then she called her boyfriend. There was no answer at the house so she called his cell. It rolled into voice mail. 

Answer the goddam phone, she thought. What she said was, "Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I got in."

And that was it. No, "Love you, bye" or "Call me later."

After a few minutes, there was a knock at the adjoining door. She nervously opened it, not knowing what to expect.

Rick was standing there. He had a folder in his hands. His eyes flashed for a second; if she wasn't mistaken, it was with desire. He was looking her over, from the top of her curly hair down to her toes. A shiver ran down her spine. Her boyfriend hadn't given her that look in forever.

"We . . . ah, should go register," he said softly. 

Maybe he was as nervous as she was. Both were attached, although neither of them were thinking of their SOs when they booked this trip.

"Yeah, good idea," she replied softly, a hint of relief in her voice. She went to pick up her purse and registration packet. She practically feel his eyes lock on to her backside and hoped he wouldn't notice that her nipples seemed to crinkle up whenever his hand brushed hers.

They went downstairs, happy to avoid the subject that had brought both of them to Sin City.

Before joining the mass of conferees, Rick pulled her aside. They were in different tracks and he needed to check in at the presenter's table. They swapped cell phone numbers and made arrangements to meet before dinner.

She wandered around the convention center for a while, first stopping at the registration desk. She got a big packet of stuff including a meal chits, tickets to the conference events, a name badge, some pamphlets from vendors and a backpack to hold all her stuff. For the rest of the afternoon, Shelley wandered around, networking with some folks in her track and talking to vendors in the exhibition hall.

When four o'clock rolled around (six o'clock to her; she was still on Central time), she headed back up to her room. Immediately after stepping into the room, her eyes went to the armoire. Hanging over the door was a black cocktail dress, and a small gift bag sat on the floor.

There was a lump in Shelley's throat as she touched the soft fabric. In the bag were a set of black pumps and a jewelry box. She opened the box and a note fell out. 

You don't get to keep these, but I thought they would look good on you. Meet me at 5:00 downstairs in the Petrossian Bar down by the lobby.

 

-Rick

Opening the box, she found a white gold necklace with a pendant and matching earrings. The diamonds sparkled in the sunlight that shone through the window. 

These must be worth a fortune, Shelley thought as she wondered what Rick had planned for them.

The adjoining doors were still open. She peered into his room, wondering if he was going to surprise her. If he was, she probably would have tripped him right there. 

He was gone. 

Rick's things were put up, his clothes in the armoire and his work materials in a neat stack on the desk. His laptop was set up and charging. She resisted the urge to poke through his stuff.

The scent of his cologne—Cool Water—hung in the air. She noticed that there was still some steam on the mirror in his bathroom.

She went back into her room and began unpacking her things. With her make-up and shower kit in hand, she went into the bathroom and stripped down. 

Warm water cascaded down her body. As she cleaned herself, her hands lingered on her breasts as she thought of Rick. She imagined his strong arms around her and his body pressed against his. She pinched her erect nipples indulgently.

Her hand strayed down between her legs. Her body tingled as she imagined Rick's tongue where her fingers were.

Soon enough, she was leaning against the cool tile of the shower wall, convulsing as waves of pleasure wracked her body from her head to her toes. 

The orgasm subsided and as soon as her wobbly legs would support her, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. Her heart pounded as she began getting ready for their dinner date.

She dried her hair and put on her make-up. Digging through her suitcase, she found a pair of black lace panties and matching bra.

The dress fit perfectly. So did the shoes.

Looking at the clock, she realised she was late and hurriedly picked up her purse and headed out the door.

Rick was waiting right where he said he would be. He had on a nice double-breasted suit and looked very dashing. He held a single red rose in his hands. She walked across the lobby.

They stood awkwardly for a moment. 

"You look wonderful," he breathed. Shelley couldn't remember the last time her boyfriend had told her that.

She took the rose from him and then her hand slipped into the crook of his arm. He led her outside. It was still hot, but it wasn't as bad as it had been earlier in the day. They got into a waiting limousine and headed off. 

They ended up at the Venetian hotel and casino where they were soon seated at the Zeffirino Ristorante, which featured a decidedly upscale Italian menu.

As they sat, they made small talk. He ordered the breaded veal chop while she had shellfish over linguini in a spicy red sauce.

Several times, she noticed Rick's eyes straying to the pendant that hung between her breasts. The dress wasn't risqué by any means, but it showed off a generous amount of her ample cleavage. When he looked at her, she thought he was going to eat her alive. Each time she caught him, he looked away, embarrassed.

Between the soup and the main course, Shelley knew she had to say something.

"Why are we here?" she asked.

Rick took a deep breath. He stared off thoughtfully for a second, then looked her in the eyes. "Because I needed to see you."

"Why?"

"I don't know," he shrugged. His voice was soft. Vulnerable. "I guess . . . Do you remember that first night we were on YIM?"

She didn't remember many details about that night. The vodka had left her rather foggy.

"You were very frisky that night," he continued. "I don't know what it was . . . I just knew it then . . ."

As his voice trailed off, his gaze bored into her. "Why are you here, Shelley?"

She didn't know how to respond. She wasn't even sure she knew. Her mouth opened to say something, but his cell phone rang.

He looked at the caller ID on the outside, sighed and then flipped it open. "Hello? . . . Hi. . . No . . . I'm actually at dinner . . . No . . . We're three hours behind . . . Yup . . . No, there's me and that guy from Columbia and some sales guys of KRM . . . No, honey . . . Okay . . . Okay . . . How's your cold? . . . Have you gone back to the doctor? . . . Okay. . . . No . . . Mm-hmm . . . I sure will . . . Have a good time . . . No, I probably won't be up that late . . . Okay . . . I'll talk to you later . . . Bye."

Even though she only heard half the conversation, Shelley could fill in most of the blanks.

"Is that how the next four days are going to be, Rick?" she asked softly. "Lying to everyone who calls?"

He started to reply, but there was no good answer he could give.

Their meal arrived shortly afterwards and they ate quietly. There was a pall over both of them. It was as if the reality of the situation had finally sunk in.

They had both traveled across the country for a tryst. Both had someone waiting for them back home. They had deceived their bosses. To an extent, maybe both had lied to themselves.

Shelley only picked at her food, even though it was very good. 

"Where did you get this dress?" she asked, trying to change the subject and bring herself out of the funk.

"I had ordered it a couple of weeks ago. I only guessed at your size but I think I got close," he said. 

"You got it exactly right," she replied. That explained why he had steered several of their conversations towards clothes. "What about the jewelry?"

"A friend of mine knows some folks over at Caesars Palace," Rick said with a smirk. "He owes me a couple of favours, so they let me borrow those."

"How much are they worth?" Shelley said. The wine was beginning to loosen her up. "I wonder if he'll miss them if they don't come back . . ."

"I think he said they were appraised at twenty-seven thousand."

Shelley nearly spat out the bite of lobster in her mouth. 

"As wonderful as they look on you, I think I need to return them or my buddy might be a little pissed." Rick smiled impishly. "You can wear them all the time if you want, though. The pendant gives me an excuse to stare at your boobs."

Shelley blushed.

He seemed to want to say something more, but stopped. Dessert came out and she only picked at that, too.

They got up to leave. Shelley didn't see the server bring a check.

"My friend took care of it," Rick answered her unspoken question. "Like I said, he owes me."

"What for?"

"I wrote his senior capstone thesis for him," Rick replied. "Now he's on track to make partner in a firm outside of Atlanta and is a high roller out here. He can afford it."




What Happens in Vegas...



"I hope you didn't use up all your favours on me," Shelley whispered.

"No," he managed to smile, "He still owes me. What would you like to do?"

They went out to the waiting limo. Shelley had never been to Las Vegas before, so Rick had the driver take them on a tour of the city. They went by the chapel where Elvis married Priscilla, down past the Fremont Street Experience and up and down the strip.

All the while, she and Rick sat close to each other. He tentatively reached out to her and her fingers intertwined with his.

After a couple of hours, and a glass or two of champagne from the bar in the limo, they ended up back at the Bellagio. The driver let them out. Rick tipped him a few bucks and then they went inside.

Walking arm-in-arm, they walked absently around the casino, taking in the sights. Finally, they stopped in the main lobby, oblivious to the people around them.

"Shelley," he said softly. "What do you want me to do?"

"I don't know," she managed to say, her voice just a whisper. It was moment of truth time.

"I'm going to get a drink," Rick said. "I want you to go to your room. I'll come up in fifteen minutes. Think about what you want."

He paused for a moment. His hand brushed her arm. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up.

"I want you, Shelley." His voice was near breaking. "I have wanted you for so long . . ."

She could feel the desire radiating from him. And welling up from within her. 

"When you get to your room, if you want to be with me, leave the door open. If you don't . . . if this isn't what you want . . . then close the door," he looked into her eyes. "I'll never ask you about it again and we can go back to being friends."

A sad look flashed across her face. "No, Rick . . . we can't. No matter what happens tonight, we can never be friends again."

His jaw dropped open, not knowing how to respond. She smiled wistfully and turned towards the elevators, leaving Rick standing there in the lobby.

All the reasons she should close the door raced through her mind. All the while, she wanted nothing more than to take the leap. To lose control. 

Hunger. Desire. Passion.

When she thought about Rick, her hormones took over.

She wanted him. Badly. She finally admitted it to herself.

What was the attraction? It couldn't have been just physical; after all, they had just met in person that day. He was neither classically handsome, nor was his body rock-hard chiseled. He was good-looking, but then again, so was her boyfriend.

Nor was it really an emotional connection. They shared some common interests, but at the same time were different enough that she never thought about him as a long-term investment of her time and energy.

Why was she two time-zones away from home, at a conference she really had no business attending, planning to seduce a man five years her junior whom she had met via the internet?

She didn't know, and she really didn't care. As she got to her room, she thought about his lingering touches. About the way he stared at her breasts. About how soft his lips looked.

The familiar warm feeling between her legs started to spread. She didn't know if she'd regret this decision, but knew there was no turning back. There had been one moment when she could have stopped this; on the day she had gone into her boss's office and told him that she wanted to go to the KRM Summit conference, she had paused at the door. Once she knocked, she knew there was no other way for this to end.

She set her purse down and closed the doors between their rooms. 

A few minutes later, she heard the hallway door open. She was sitting in one of the plush chairs and looking out the windows at the water fountains in front of the hotel. Showers of water and light were carefully timed to music. It was hypnotic.

The lights in the room were out. Rick was silhouetted against the light coming in from behind him. His gaze was on the closed door that led to her room. 

The disappointment disappeared from his face and turned to surprise when she stood and faced him. He walked over to her slowly, as if he didn't really believe that she was there, waiting for him.

He didn't flip the switch next to the door, but the light coming from the outside was enough to see.

As he approached, Shelley closed her eyes. His footsteps stopped just in front of her. She tilted her head back.

She felt the warmth of his hands as he cupped her face. She opened her mouth slightly and his lips pressed against her.

Their first kiss was soft and tender. His teeth raked her lips. She could feel his breath on her cheek.

As soon as their lips met, she knew why she was there. She knew why she had to be with Rick.

When people kiss, most of the time, in the back of their minds, they're thinking of something else. Their next move. Where their hands should be. How to get the other person horizontal. Something they need from the store. A reminder to get Aunt Suzie a present for her birthday.

With Rick, Shelley knew that all of his focus and attention was on her lips. On her. 

At this point, her boyfriend would be pawing at her ass or trying to get her out of the dress or mauling her breasts (and not in the good way).

There were no such distractions with Rick. 

She knew that from early on in their virtual relationship. He was always ready to ask about her. He paid close attention to little things she said or did. Once, she mentioned in passing her affinity for football and right around her birthday, a Cowboys jersey showed up on her doorstep with her name across the back.

His lips were warm and his touch gentle.

She pressed against him. Her stomach churned nervously.

Finally, he let her up for air.

Shelley looked her lover in the eyes. He was gazing back at her intently.

Pulling him close, she kissed him again. Their tongues danced back and forth. She took his hands and put them around her waist.

Their bodies pressed together.

"I have wanted you for so long," he gasped as she nibbled on his neck.

She lost herself to his kiss. His lips were warm, soft and firm at the same time. 

Rick's hands were still cupping her face gently. Shelley felt as if she were floating above the ground.

When he touched her, a charge seemed to run through her body, from her lips to her nipples to her sex. He put his strong arms around her waist and lifted.

The bed was higher than normal. In fact, it was just the right height for him.

He set her down so she was sitting on the edge. Their mouths were level and he continued to explore her lips with his.

All the while, Shelley had her legs wrapped around him, pulling his body close to hers. She could feel his hardness pressing against her and that, too, sent a chill through her body.

Shelley pulled back and took stock of her lover. In the soft light coming through the window, she saw how handsome he was. His eyes shone with desire.

Her hands went to his jacket and she pushed it over his shoulders. She tried to pull his shirt out of his pants, but he brushed her hands away.

Rick's lips left her mouth and left a trail of wet, sloppy, delicious kisses across her cheek. He bit her ear gently and she cried out.

His arms were around her, pulling her close. It was as if he never wanted to let her go.

All she could do was gasp as his teeth raked the nerve that ran down the side of her neck. He was taking his time and it was driving her crazy!

When his lips brushed her collarbone, her toes started to tingle.

"Shelley?" he whispered, "May I touch . . . you . . . your breasts?"

Rick, you can touch anything you want, she thought to herself. "Yes, Rick, touch them."

With one hand still behind her back, holding her close, his other hand cupped one of her magnificent breasts. He squeezed it gently, as if it were a melon.

And, oh! was she ripe!

She let out a gasp as his hand covered as much of her breast as he could. Arching her back, she pressed against his palm, her nipple erect just for him.

He didn't paw at her. He didn't grope her.

Ever so gently, he kneaded her soft breast, each pass causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand up.

Still he kissed her. Hungrily.

"Get me out of this dress." Shelley pulled back long enough to take a deep breath. Her voice was frantic. Desperate.

The arm that was around her went to the zipper in the middle of her back. The straps fell off her shoulders. She pushed them down, freeing her arms.

Rick's hand fumbled around her back. Searching.

"The clips are on the front," she giggled.

"That's very convenient," he said with a big smile.

His hands went to the front of her bra. His fingers brushed both her erect nipples.

The cups fell away and, finally free, her breasts pressed into his hands. He continued to caress her and it seemed as if Rick had connected a wire that led straight from her areolae to her g-spot.

A tingle ran through her body.

She flung her bra across the room as Rick's mouth descended on her breasts.

His mouth was warm. His lips were soft.

He didn't go straight for the nipple, instead starting in the valley between her mounds. 

Slow. Methodical.

He paid attention to one. Then the other.

With each lingering kiss, Shelley's body tensed.

Her hands went to the back of his head, pulling him to her.

Before, she was wet. Now she was soaked.

When his mouth enveloped her areola, her jaw fell open. A low, throaty growl started deep in her chest.

Shelley became light-headed as Rick worked over her breasts with his mouth. He kissed them with the same attention to detail that he had paid to her lips.

Holding on to him in an effort to keep from falling over, Shelley pulled at his shirt, finally getting it out of his pants and trying to get it over his head.

She let out a sigh that was half disappointment and half frustration when he pulled back. He pushed her and she fell on to her back.

Her heavy breasts fell slightly to the sides. They were gloriously wet and slippery after being covered by Rick's mouth. Her nipples stuck straight up.

Shelley looked up at him, the smoldering desire in her eyes mirroring his.

He ran his hands up her thighs. 

His touch made her skin crawl. In the good way.

On each side, his finger looped her lace panties and she felt him pull. In response, she lifted her hips and he slipped them down over her round buttocks. He stepped back and they fell to the floor.

She could feel excitement leaking out of her.

Grasping her wrists, he pulled her up and planted another delicious kiss on her lips. Her breasts pressed against his shirt. She was tempted to just rip it open, but instead her hands went to the buttons, only to be pushed away again.

"Shelley . . ." Rick started. His voice was ragged. He brushed her curls out of her face, then pulled her close. Their lips were almost touching. She could feel his shallow breath on her cheek. "What do you want me to do?"

"Don't make me pick," she said. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to fuck your brains out," he replied quickly.

"Then I guess I shouldn't gather my clothes and go back to my room, huh?" Her voice was teasing. They both knew that wouldn't happen.

A serious look flashed across his face for just a second. "Shelley, if you don't want to have sex with me, you need to leave, right now! Otherwise . . ."

" 'Otherwise' what?"

"Otherwise I'm going to rape you."

"Oh, Rick," she said and brought his lips to hers. "You could never rape me. Kiss me, fuck me, eat me, spank me . . . you can do anything you want to me!"

"Anything?" Even in the darkness, she could tell he had a sly smile on his lips.

"Yes, lover," her voice was husky. "Anything."

He kissed her again. This time, when her hands went to his shirt, he didn't resist. She fumbled with a couple of buttons, but her hands were shaking so badly, she finally gave up and pulled it over his head.

His dress shirt and undershirt landed somewhere near the dresser and her hands went to his chest.

Rick was handsome and well-built. Younger than her, he was still in his mid-20s and active. While not cut or especially buff, his arms were muscular and his chest firm. His stomach was flat and she could tell he was teeming with youthful exuberance and desire.

Aside from his cologne, his body radiated sex. She inhaled his scent, then reached for his belt buckle.

His pants and boxer briefs fell to the floor. He kicked them to the side and then stepped between her spread legs.

Shelley stroked his erection slowly with both hands while kissing his collarbone and chest. She was working her way lower when she felt Rick pull her up to him once more.

His tongue penetrated her mouth.

The slow hand he had earlier was nearly gone. He was too excited. Too far gone.

So was she.

There was something new in his touch. Hunger. Urgency.

He pushed her back on to the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to her.

She stared at his naked body.

Rick put one hand between them and pressed his cockhead against her clit. She shivered with delight.

The pressure went away for just a second, then he slapped his sex against hers. Each sharp blow made her jump just a little. And each sharp blow made her want him that much more.

"Rick," she whispered, "Get this dress off me."

Her hands pushed it down to her hips. Then she lifted her backside and he pulled the dress down over her hips. It landed somewhere on the floor; she didn't care where.

The only thing either of them had on were the twenty-seven thousand dollars worth of jewelry around her neck and hanging from her ears.

Rick pushed forward with his hips and she felt the tip of his cock against her slit.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked. At least part of him was thinking with a level head. 

"You don't have to, lover," she replied gently. "I'm on the pill."

"What about . . . um . . ." his voice trailed off.

"It's okay," she said. She trusted him, at least as much as she trusted someone she had met over the internet. But everything felt right. And her desire was clouding her judgment.

The head of his cock was tumescent. The crown was almost in when the image of her boyfriend flashed in her mind.

What are you doing? she said to herself. Why are you doing this?

She didn't have any answers. Shelley wondered if Rick was at a similar crossroads. Against her better judgment, she allowed her lust to control her. Her voice was barely audible. "I need you inside me."

With her heels locked at the small of his back, Shelley pulled Rick in to her. He resisted, determined not to enter her too quickly.

A soft gasp escaped her lips. She closed her eyes as Rick slowly inserted his length into her. Filling her.

When he took his hand away, she knew he was almost all the way in. 

Finally, she felt his hips against her ass. Her pussy slowly expanded to accommodate his girth.

"That feels so good," he whispered.

"As good as you imagined?"

"It's even better," the look in his eyes melted all of Shelley's doubts and concerns away. "I have wanted this for so long."

"Me, too," Shelley admitted, as much to herself as to him.

Rick took her legs and unwrapped them from him. She was still lying on her back, but now with her ankles at his shoulders, his entire cock inside her.

He pulled out until there was only the tip still inside her, and held it for a long moment.

Then he pushed slowly back inside her.

They both moaned with undisguised pleasure.

Shelley arched her back as Rick reached for her breasts. 

He took them both in his hands. At least he tried. 

As he pinched her nipples, he pulled back. Then as he squeezed as much of her breasts as he could, he pushed forward.

Each stroke was a little faster. A little harder.

Shelley bit her lip to keep from crying out.

His cock was so deep inside her. He filled her so well.

And he was going slow. No wham! bam! thank-you, ma'am tonight.

To show her appreciation, she squeezed him with her pussy. His eyes opened in surprise and then it was his turn to stifle a moan when she did it again.

He built a steady rhythm of slow, but hard strokes. Then he thrust all the way in and held it.

Even though she didn't have much leverage, she pushed back against him and couldn't suppress a gasp.

Rick's hands squeezed her breasts again. Her nipples rolled between his thumbs and index fingers.

"I could play with your breasts forever," he said, lost somewhere between bliss and paradise.

"You'll have plenty of time to worship my breasts later, Rick," her voice was raspy. "Right now, they're tits and you had better fuck me like you promised!"

"How did I promise?" he asked playfully.

"You promised to fuck my brains out!"

"I did?" There was a playful mocking tone to his voice.

"Yes, you did, mister."

He started to respond flippantly, as he often did when they were chatting online, but she pushed him back.

He let out a surprised and disappointed sigh when his cock popped out of her.

Shelley sat up and planted her wet lips on his. 

Backpeddling on the bed, she threw the pillows to the floor, while at the same time, pulling him with her. 

As she pushed the turned-down sheets and comforted out of her way, Rick's mouth went to her chest and once again her nipples were connected to her g-spot. Shelley could tell she was leaking out on to the bed.

Falling back into the soft cotton sheets, she pulled Rick on top of her.

The head of his cock was once against pressed against her swollen labia that were slick with desire. Shifting her hips slightly, he slid easily inside her.

"Oh, god, that feels so good!" Her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

He responded with a flurry of hard and fast thrusts that made her breasts jiggle gloriously. The headboard rattled in time with his hips.

Once again, Rick established a steady rhythm, mixing short strokes with long ones. Fast thrusts with slower pushes.

Shelley's eyes rolled back into her head and all she could do was hang on for the ride.

Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them. His cock hit bottom every time.

Flailing her arms around, she grasped for the pillows, the comforter, anything that she could hold on to without drawing blood from her lover.

Rick let out a moan and she knew he was close. She wasn't going to last much longer, either.

As he pounded away, Shelley felt dizzy. Her heart began to pound.

"She—. . . Shel—. . ." he stammered. His hips were moving at a feverish pace.

In and out. 

"Shelley!" he gasped. "I'm about to . . . I'm about . . . Oh, fuck!"

She bucked against him, meeting each thrust of his hips with one of her own. 

His hands were still on her breasts, clutching to them as if his life depended on it.

"Yes! Yes . . . oh, fuck . . . oh, Rick . . . Rick . . . fuckfuckfuck!" she screamed as an explosion of pleasure enveloped her pussy.

"Oh, god," he breathed and pushed into her one final time. 

His cock flared within her and she felt his seed coating her insides with its delectable warmth.

Holding his cock inside her, he gasped a couple more times, then collapsed on top of her.

She pulled him close and they kissed, just as lustily as they had before.

Their breathing was short and shallow. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

Wrapping her arms and legs around him, Shelley held on to Rick. Everything else in her life faded away. All that mattered was her desire for this man, whom she now held in her arms. She fell back on the bed, both of them panting for breath.

He jerked a couple of times in her arms, then he lifted his head quickly.

There was a dazed look in his eyes. He wiped some spit from the corner of his mouth. He blinked back the haze, and his hands cupped her breasts. It was as if he were making sure she was really there, in his arms, and that the whole trip wasn't a dream.




What Happens in Vegas...



Shelley only smiled at him and pulled his lips to hers once more.

The bed was a mess. Both were bathed in a thin sheen of sweat. The room reeked of sex.

Rick started to pull out, but she stopped him.

He propped himself up on one elbow. Gazing down at her he brushed the hair out of her face. There was something in his look that disarmed her, but she couldn't quite place it.

With one final kiss, Rick cuddled up next to her, his flaccid cock still inside her. He reached for a couple of pillows, and then with his head resting next her hers, Shelley and Rick fell asleep.

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When Shelley awoke, she was curled up on her side. Rick was spooned up behind her, his arm around her, clutching her breast.

His rhythmic breathing was comforting. He had a sleep erection and his cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass.

She rolled him over on to his back. He began to snore softly.

The clock said 6:00, but her body thought it was 8:00. She must have really worn him out the night before; he was on Eastern time and still sleeping soundly.

From the light that came in through the window, she admired his naked form. Then, taking his erection in her hands, she leaned over to rouse him from his slumber.

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After getting up and then waking, Rick and Shelley made love. And then they took a shower. And they went at it again.

Shelley retreated to the relative safety of her room to dress and after locking up the borrowed jewelry in the room safe, she met Rick for breakfast. They found themselves arm in arm, until it was time for the opening sessions. 

For her, being in public with Rick was kind of awkward. After all, he wasn't her boyfriend or her spouse. Yet, she hadn't felt that close to Jared in months. And besides, who at the conference would know she had flown across the country for some torrid affair?

He surprised her by giving her a quick kiss and then headed off to his track's welcome meeting and she went to hers.

The rest of the morning was a blur. Seminar after seminar. Some were valuable. Some weren't. She networked and asked questions and did all the things you're supposed to do at conferences like this. 

Rick was supposed to meet her for lunch and sure enough, he was waiting for her. They got in line for the conference's box lunches and found a table. They talked with some of the other 3,000 people who were at the conference, but they both ate quickly. 

Shelley was sure Rick wanted to be alone with her as much as she wanted to be alone with him.

His arm was around her and she found that she liked the feeling of him being so close.

"Say, lover," she whispered in his ear, "Why don't we go upstairs? I've got a problem that I think you can take care of . . ."

Rick's eyes smoldered with desire. His hand strayed from her waist to her backside. Shelley squealed with delight when he squeezed her gently.

"Sorry, hot stuff," he replied, a twinge of regret in his voice. "I need to get to my room; I'm on in fifteen minutes."

"You can't spare fifteen minutes for moi?" She feigned hurt and batted her eyes at him.

"Hold that thought."

She could tell he was really frustrated. And that was good enough. 

He pulled her to the side of the crowded hallway. When he looked her in the eyes, she forgot about everyone around her. She was oblivious to the people who gave the pair a curious or disapproving glance. 

All she could see were his deep blue eyes that twinkled at her. His lips met hers and they kissed.

Oh, how she wanted to throw her arms around him! But she dared not, even in the crowd of people she didn't know, most of whom she would never see again. It just wasn't professional.

He bit her lip gently and then pulled back.

"I'll see you for dinner," he said softly. There was a hint of anticipation in his voice.

"As long as you're dessert," she replied. She pressed her body against him, and was sure to rub her bosom against him, just to make him miss her more.

The look he gave her made her sex throb.

Both sublimated their desires and walked to the next sessions.

A little while later, Shelley was leaving a seminar. 

Only one more to go! she thought.

During the day, Shelley had hooked up with three other woman who were in many of the same seminars. They became fast friends and were quick to share secrets and shortcuts with each other.

"We're going out to dinner tonight," one of the girls said as they left the seminar. "Would you like to come with?"

"I don't know," Shelley replied. "I haven't even thought that far ahead."

"That's okay," one of the other women said, "We thought you might have plans with your sweetie, but if you didn't, you're welcome to join us."

Shelley blushed and looked away from the other women.

"He's a cute one," the third said. "If you bring him with you, watch out for the rest of us. I might try and steal him out from under you!"

They all laughed. Shelley was a little embarrassed; she thought that she had done a better job of not looking like she had just gotten some.

"Where were you guys going?" Shelley asked.

"Probably one of the restaurants here. None of us have a car, so going downtown or up the strip isn't really an option."

Shelley dug into her purse for a pen. "I'll tell you what. Give me your numbers and I'll call you if we don't have plans."

The four women swapped cell phone numbers and were headed into the seminar when Shelley's phone started to buzz.

The three others exchanged knowing glances and Shelley flipped the phone open.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby." Rick's deep voice made her blush, especially with the others looking on. "What are you doing?"

"Hold on a second," she said quietly. The presenter was moving to the podium, so Shelley gathered her bag and purse, then headed for the door. They hated people talking on cell phones in the middle of the sessions. She could feel the eyes of the other three on her and knew they were all smiling inwardly.

"The last seminar is about to start," her voice was quiet, even though she was out in the hallway. "What are you doing?"

"I was just . . ." There was something strange in the way he was talking. It was as if his attention were somewhere else, and that was so not like him. ". . . thinking about you."

"And what are you thinking?"

"Mmmm . . ." he moaned softly. "That I wish you were here right now."

"Where are you?"

She heard a soft gasp. "In your room . . . In your bed."

Her pulse started to race. She was at the far end of the convention part of the Bellagio. It would take her a few minutes to get to the hotel section. She started moving at a brisk pace and she could feel the excitement building in her. "I'll be right—"

"Wait, honey," Rick said. "Do you have your hands-free headset with you?"

"Yes."

"Are you near a bathroom?"

She looked around. "Yes."

"Go into the bathroom."

"But . . ." she stammered. "I want to be with you!"

"I know you do," there was a wicked tone to his voice. Her nipples crinkled up immediately. "We'll have time for that later. Go into the bathroom, Shelley. Hurry!"

She did as she was told. Rick was moaning softly on the other end. 

There were half a dozen stalls and only one other person, who was washing her hands. Just about everyone in the convention center was in a seminar or in the exhibition hall.

"Put your earpiece in and find an empty stall."

Shelley fumbled through her purse, plugged in the headset and then stepped into the end stall. She set her bag down on the floor and turned.

"What are you wearing?" Rick asked.

"A white blouse, blue pants." She could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

The woman who had been washing her hands was finished and her footsteps were audible as she walked out of the restroom.

"Pull your pants down. Sit down on the toilet." She did as Rick told her. "Does your bra clip in the front or the back."

"The front," Shelley whispered. Surely he won't ask me to . . .

 

"Unbutton your blouse, take your tits out."

"No, Rick . . ." her voice trailed off as she heard someone else coming in to the bathroom. Shelley heard the door open and close two stalls down.

"Do it, Shelley!" His voice was authoritative.

Nervously, she unbuttoned her blouse down to just below her round breasts. Then she unclipped the bra and indulgently squeezed one of her nipples.

"Are your tits out?"

"Yes," she replied softly, hoping that the other person in the restroom couldn't hear her.

"Do you know what I'm doing, Shelley?"

"No."

"I'm lying in your bed. I'm naked," Rick let out another soft moan. "I've got my cock in my hand . . . Oh, god, I'm so hard for you . . . Are you wet Shelley?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Rick, I'm sure."

"How wet are you? Touch yourself for me . . . Tell me how wet you are."

Hesitantly, her hand went to her pussy. Her mound was matted with her desire. Two of her fingers were instantly coated in her excitement.

"How wet are you?"

Shelley let out a soft moan and rubbed herself some more. 

Vaguely, she heard the other woman open the stall door. Shelley heard her take a dozen steps than the sink water running.

"I'm soaked, Rick," she hoped that the other woman wouldn't hear her over the running water. "I need to be with you right now."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to . . ." she shuddered as the water turned off. After a couple of soft footsteps, Shelley was once again alone. "I want you to eat me, Rick . . . I need you to eat this pussy!"

"Mmmmm," he moaned. "I'd like that . . . Do you know what else I've got in my hand? Besides my hard cock?"

"No, Rick," she whispered, "I don't know."

"I've got a pair of your panties," he said. "I've got them wrapped around my dick and I'm going to cum in them."

She gasped. "I want you to cum inside me, Rick . . ."

"I know you do, baby," he said. "But not now . . . God, I'm so fucking hard . . . What are you doing right now?"

"I'm rubbing my pussy," she replied. Her legs started to shake.

"Play with your tits, too," he said.

"You like my big tits, don't you?" she said, egging him on. She was pretty sure she was alone, and a naughty edge crept into her voice. "Do you know what I want to do with my tits?"

"No, baby," Rick slurred. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to smother your cock with them." The hand on her breast pinched her nipple and pulled gently. "I'm going to give you the best goddam tit-fucking you've ever had . . . I'm going to squeeze your dick with them and make you ride my chest until you shoot all over me."

Rick's breaths were coming shorter. 

"Oh, god, baby," Shelley cried out. Her fingers were moving faster, both on her breasts and on her pussy. "Are you about to cum?"

"Yes! . . . Oh, god . . . I'm about to cum all over your panties . . ."

Rick got real quiet and Shelley imagined how hard he was stroking himself. Then she heard him let out a feral growl. "Oh, god, Shelley . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming . . . I'm . . . fuck!"

"That's it, baby," she cooed. "Cum for me . . ."

It seemed like Rick was shooting off forever, but after a few more seconds, his breathing became steadier, although it was still laboured.

"Was that good, lover?"

"Yes, it was," he replied softly. She could hear the glow in his voice.

Her hand was still moving over her clit. At first she had wanted to cum with Rick, but she knew he was too far gone for her to catch up. Letting out a sigh, she resolved to get Rick to take care of her later. Actually, in a few minutes.

She was reaching for some toilet paper so she could wipe her slick fingers off, but Rick's voice stopped her.

"Are you still wet for me?"

"Yes," she whispered, her hand going back to her clit that was coated in her juices.

"How wet?"

"Almost as wet as I was last night." Her voice was trembling. "When you came inside me."

"Are your fingers still on your clit?"

"Yes."

"Do you wish they were my fingers?"

"Oh, god, yes!"

"Do you know what I'm going to do to you later?"

"No, baby."

"I'm going to lick that hot pussy of yours." He was either recovering very quickly or really wanted her to get off. "And then I'm going to fuck you. Touch yourself for me."

Spreading her labia, Shelley really began to work herself over. Rick's voice in her ear only made her that much more desperate. "Do you want my tongue on your clit?"

"Yesssss . . ."

"Put a finger inside yourself."

"Oh, gawd!" she gasped. "Rick, I wish you were here . . ."

"There will be time for that later, baby," he said soothingly.

Her loins started to burn with desire. Her toes tingled.

Shelley had pinched her nipple so hard and for so long, it had gone numb.

She fought the urge to scream. 

"I'm about to cum," she whispered into her headset.

At that moment, she heard a couple people walk into the restroom. They were talking about business and each went into a stall.

She stifled a moan, and agonisingly slowed her hand.

"What are you doing, Shelley?" Rick asked, after a moment. Surely he was curious as to why she had suddenly gotten quiet.

"Are you still touching yourself?"

"Mmm-hmm," she moaned, hoping that neither of the other women would hear her.

"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.

"Nothing," she whispered back.

"There are other people in the bathroom aren't there?" he said, and she could almost see the sly grin on his face. "You want to scream for me, don't you?"

What Shelley really wanted was to reach through the phone and either strangle him or make him deliver on his promised actions.

He had gotten her all worked up. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Juice from her pussy was dripping down into the toilet. Her breasts felt like they were on fire and only the coolness of Rick's mouth could put it out.

"You're thinking about me eating that gorgeous pussy of yours but you can't scream like you want to, aren't you?" Rick was more than happy to lead her along.

Shelley didn't reply, but nor did she stop stimulating herself. She just wanted to wait until the others in the restroom had gone so she could finish up.

"Aren't you?" he said again, this time more forcefully.

"Yes," she replied, her voice barely audible.

"Are you going to cum?"

"Yes."

"Cum for me, Shelley," he said, his voice forceful. "Touch yourself for me. I'm getting hard again thinking about you . . ."

She groaned again, and this time it was out loud. Just the thought of his hardness turned her on.

Knowing that there were two other people possibly listening only fueled Shelley's desire. The other stall doors opened and she heard the two women talking and washing their hands.

Her fingers were a blur. 

Harder. Faster.

She couldn't help but cry out softly.

"Are you cumming, Shelley?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"Are you cumming?"

"Yes, Rick!"

"Say it!"

The other women had stopped talking. 

Shelley was gasping for breath. She could hear the blood pounding in her veins.

"I'm cumming!" she moaned desperately. "I'm cumming for you, Rick!"

Her desire consumed her as her fingers worked back and forth on her clit while her other hand mauled her breasts.

For what seemed like an eternity, waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She felt lightheaded. She moaned softly, no longer caring if anyone heard her.

The pulsing between her legs faded as she came down from the peak of her orgasm. It was replaced by a dull, wonderful throbbing. 

She had to lean against the side of the stall to keep from falling over. 

Her breathing was ragged, although she tried as best she could from being too loud.

"Still there?" There was a touch of concern in Rick's voice, but mostly he sounded very pleased with himself.

"Yes," she replied feebly. "I'm going to kill you for this."

"Go get him, honey!" A clear voice echoed through the restroom. The other woman giggled. Then she heard two sets of heels walk out the door.

Shelley flushed with embarrassment. And excitement.

"First you have to catch me!" Rick taunted her some more. "I'll see you in a few minutes. Bye."

She sighed and then closed the phone.

Her body still shivered with delight. 

Using some toilet paper, Shelley wiped as much cum off her hands as she could, then fumbled with her bra clips. Her hands were trembling so badly, it took her about four times longer than it should have to get her blouse buttoned back up.

When she tried to stand, her legs had fallen asleep.

After another couple of minutes, she managed to pull herself together enough to stumble out of the stall. She gathered up her purse and her bag and shuffled over to the mirror.

First she washed her hands, which still smelled like sex. Her face was flush. Her hair was frazzled.

She caught herself smiled stupidly, the memory of her orgasm—and the lover who had triggered it—still fresh in her mind.

Her heart still raced and she tried unsuccessfully to make her breathing regular.

Once she was as presentable as she was going to get, she walked awkwardly out of the women's room. Thankfully, the last session of the day hadn't wrapped up, so she headed back to her room without having to face a crowd of people.

No one was paying her a bit of attention, but she felt as if everyone's eyes were upon her. As if they knew what she had been doing.

The walk seemed to take forever. Maybe it was because she couldn't wait to jump Rick. Maybe it was because she couldn't stop shaking. Maybe it was because this sort of thing was so unlike her.

Stepping off the elevator, she fumbled for her keycard. Once she got the door open, she dropped her bags next to the desk and stalked through both rooms looking for Rick.

He was no where to be found.

She let out a frustrated scream.

You are going to pay for this, she vowed silently.

Going back to her room, she went into the bathroom to wash up before dinner.

On the counter lay a pair of her panties. They were laid out neatly. Across the crotch was a wet spot. She turned them inside out and found several sticky gobs.

A chill raced through her body.

Next to her panties was a note.

I hope you still have a cum or two left for me. Don't shower or change. Just put these on for me tonight. 

 

—Rick 

She quickly took the panties she was wearing off and replaced them with the ones Rick had left for her. When she put the cum-soaked panties on, she could feel Rick's warmth and wetness against her. When combined with her own juices that were still running freely out of her, she had to mightily resist the urge to reach between her legs and bring herself to another orgasm, this time with Rick's jism, not just her own.

After washing her hands and spritzing herself with perfume, she pulled her hair back and then went back out in the main room. She gathered up her purse and with a quick glance at the clock, she formulated her own evil plan to counter Rick's.

The numbers were written on a scrap of paper and she called the first one. 

"Hello, Gayle?" Shelley said. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it back. Something . . . um, came up."

The other woman snickered. "Yeah, we figured."

"Listen, have you guys made dinner plans yet?"

"No. We still haven't decided."

"I don't know where were going, but if you three would like to come along with us, you're more than welcome to."

"Are you sure? Have you checked with your mister?"

"No, but he'll be fine with it," Shelley said, a wicked grin on her face. "Let me find out where we're going and I'll call you in a few minutes."

"Okay," the other woman replied. "I'll let the others know."

Shelley hung up and then dialed Rick's phone. "Where are you?"

"Down at the craps table by the five-dollar slot machines," he replied. "You need to come down here and bring me some luck."




What Happens in Vegas...



I'll bring you something, alright, she thought. "I'll be down in a second."

She found him exactly where he said he would be. He had on a polo shirt and a pair of khakis. There was a crowd of people around the table.

Pushing her way over to him, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. 

"Hey, gorgeous," he said. Her pulse raced. He held out a pair of dice on his open palm. His hand smelled like sex. "For luck?"

She put her lips together and blew on the dice, but her eyes locked on to Rick's. The sultry look she gave him made him smile and then he threw the dice across the table. She didn't know what came up or what it meant, but everyone at the table cheered.

"What are we doing for dinner?" she asked as the crew passed out winnings.

"I thought we'd go some place quiet and romantic," he replied.

"Do you mind if I bring some friends?"

"I . . .um . . ." Rick gave her a puzzled look. This definitely hadn't been in his plans. "I guess not."

Shelley smiled to herself. "When do you want to go?"

"Our ride will be here in about half an hour."

"Great," Shelley kissed him on the cheek again and then made her way to an open spot off to the side of the casino floor. She dialed Gayle again.

"Hello?"

"If you could meet us in the main lobby in half an hour, we'll be waiting for you," Shelley said.

"Do you know where we're going?"

"I have no idea, but it's sure to be good."

"Okay, thanks."

Shelley hung up the phone and then went back to the craps table. She made her way back to Rick's side and was once again in the middle of a crowd of cheering people. 

After another twenty minutes, they cashed out, much to the dismay of some of the others at the table who were riding "Shelley's" lucky streak. They walked arm-in-arm out to the lobby, Rick with several hundred extra dollars in his pocket.

"Who are these friends?" he asked.

"Just some girls I met at the conference."

"Are they hot?" he asked jokingly.

"Not as hot as me, lover." She threw her arms around him and planted a deep, sloppy kiss on his lips.

"No one here is as hot as you are."

"You remember that!"

A few minutes later, Gayle and one of the other women emerged from one of the elevators. The third was not far behind.

"Rick, I'd like you to meet Gayle, Christina and Allison."

"Good evening," he greeted each, "It's my pleasure. Is seafood okay with everyone?"

"Sounds great," Christina said.

"Then, m'ladies," he bowed dramatically and swept his arms towards the door. "Your chariot awaits."

Just outside was the same limousine that had taken Shelley and Rick to the Venetian the night before. They all got in and the five began talking. Rick seemed to fit right in with the four women.

After the short drive to the Rio, the five were seated at Buzio's Seafood Restaurant. Shelley watched as Rick worked his charms on the other three. He interacted with each and made a point to get them each to talk about themselves and modestly deflected questions about himself.

Halfway through the meal, Shelley excused herself to go to the restroom. Christina went with her (because girls can't go by themselves).

"How'd you land him, Shelley?" she said when they were out of earshot. "If you get tired of him, send him my way."

She only blushed. There was envy in the other woman's voice and Shelley only felt that much luckier that Rick was there with her.

The crew polished off a bottle of wine and spent the night laughing and talking, mostly shop. Rick was in the technical track, the others were there in the customer module. Still, he was curious and asked lots of questions of the women, not because he really wanted the answers, but because he wanted to engage them.

Just as she was finishing off her swordfish entrée, Shelley began to feel a little woozy. It wasn't from the wine, but she felt a slight dizziness and her temples began to pound. Not wanting to ruin anybody's mood, she downed a couple of ibuprofen and ignored it.

The group finished dessert and headed back to the Bellagio. The other girls thanked Rick for a wonderful dinner (again, courtesy of his friend) and wanted to get in early enough to leave Shelley some time with her guy.

In truth, Shelley wanted nothing more than to go to bed. Her head was pounding. Rick led her up to their room.

"Are you okay?" he asked as Shelley collapsed on her bed.

"I will be."

"What's wrong?"

"I taste apple juice," Shelley moaned. 

"Is that good or bad?" he asked incredulously.

She threw her arm over her eyes, to block out the light. "When I was little, every time I was sick, mom would give me chicken noodle soup and apple juice. So now, whenever I'm coming down with something, I taste apple juice and chicken noodle soup. It must be an associative thing."

"That's pretty strange." He turned the lights off and lay down next to her.

"I'm sorry I'm not any fun tonight," she said apologetically.

"That's okay, honey." He pushed the shoes off her feet and began to rub her soles.

All Shelley could do was moan.

"Where does it hurt?"

"My whole body hurts."

"I think I know something that will make it all better." There was something in his voice that made Shelley's nipples stand straight up.

His hands gently rubbed her feet. He used his thumbs on the bottoms, his fingers on the top and even managed to get all her toes to pop.

"May I undress you?" he asked gently.

Shelley just moaned in response.

Rick kissed her. Her lips were once again the focus of his attention. Cupping her face, he gave her a series of featherlight kisses.

Then he pressed against her harder. Soft, delicate nibbles alternated with heavy, intense liplocks.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. 

She smiled and his gaze softened.

"I'll be right back."

Shelley let out a disappointed sigh as Rick slipped out of the bed. He turned out all the lights in both rooms and closed the curtains.

He came back and stood at the edge of the bed. He pulled his polo shirt over his head and threw it into the chair across the room. As Shelley admired his bare chest, he slowly unbuckled his belt and his khakis fell to the floor.

His eyes never left hers. He was watching her take him in. With the lights out, her head didn't hurt quite so much. 

The throbbing from between her legs made the pounding in her temples fade just a little.

Her gaze met his and she saw the desire in his eyes.

"Sit up," he said, and as she did, he pulled the covers down.

Then taking a place next to her, Rick put his arms around Shelley and pulled her close. Their lips met again.

As they kissed, Shelley took his hands and placed them on her full bosom. He cupped them and his thumbs ran across her excited nipples.

Then he began unbuttoning her blouse. Each touch sent a chill through her body.

When her blouse was open his hands went to the clasp at the front of her bra.

"May I?" he whispered.

"Yessssss," Shelley replied, leaving a sloppy trail of kisses from his mouth to his ear.

Her breasts, which had been longing for Rick's touch all day, seemed to explode out into his waiting palms.

She moaned with undisguised bliss as Rick caressed each of her wondrous breasts. Her mouth fell open when he kissed his way from her ear to her neck, then from her neck to her collarbone, and then finally from her collarbone to the valley in the center of her chest.

Her head thrown back, all she could do was shudder at each pass Rick made with his lips.

Shelley rolled her shoulders back and the bra straps and blouse fell to the sides. Then Rick's hands were helping her take them off and he threw them across the darkened room.

With a gentle push, Rick maneuvered Shelley into the middle of the bed and down on her back.

Her heavy breasts fell slightly to the sides. His mouth went to one nipple while his hands went to her waist.

She cried out as he bit her. Hard enough to send a jolt through her body. Gentle enough to make her skin crawl.

The hands on her waist unzipped her pants. Then they hooked under her panties.

"Lift up," he said, and then pulled her remaining garments down over her round hips and shapely legs.

She was lying on her back. Nude. Exposed. The pain in her head had subsided, replaced with lust.

Lust for this man. A person she had met in the flesh only the day before. Yet she felt like she had known him forever.

His touch was familiar. His kisses intimate. His caresses loving.

Rick's mouth went back to her breasts, paying careful attention to both.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathed.

"Rick, I—" she started.

"Shhhhhh," he said, his mouth returning to hers. 

His body pressed against her. As their tongues dueled, one of his hands traced its way down her body. 

With only his fingertips brushing her skin, he circled each of her breasts a couple of times. Her nipples were hard as rocks.

Then his touch was on her belly.

She arched her back in anticipation. His cock was pressed against her leg and he was hard.

"Touch me," she whispered. "Touch me, Rick . . ."

He gave her another kiss. "Shelley . . . May I eat your pussy?"

Shelley let out a pleased sigh. It had been months since her boyfriend had done that to her. In fact it had been months since he had kissed her anywhere but on the lips or given her a peck on the cheek.

"Yes, Rick," she said desperately. "Eat me . . . please!"

With just the touch of his fingers, her clit felt like it was going to explode. All of the blood seemed to drain out of her head and flood directly into her sex.

She was already slick and Rick's hand was spreading her juices all over her.

The hair on her neatly-trimmed bush was matted and sticky from his cum that had previously lined her panties. 

His lips left her mouth and seemed to cover every inch of her body from her neck to her belly. Wet, succulent kisses. After his warm mouth left a wet spot, the air conditioner made her skin crawl and the hairs on her body stand up. 

Continuing down her belly, Rick tickled her sides with his mouth.

Down to her hips. From one side to the other. 

All Shelley could do was throw her head back into the pillows. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Her sex throbbed. She wanted so badly to grab Rick by the hair and force his mouth on to her, but she didn't.

The teasing. The anticipation. It was all part of her lover's sensuality.

He bit her softly, right on the inside of the thigh. Shelley tried to sit up, but he pushed her back down. 

She could feel his warm breath on her clit. One hand was under her ass, the other running gently up and down her leg.

"What do you want me to do to you, Shelley?"

All she could do was moan. 

"What do you want me to do?" he asked again.

"I want you to eat me," she said softly.

"Where?"

"My pussy." There was hunger in her voice.

"Say it."

"Eat my pussy," she said plaintively. She knew he wanted her to talk dirty for him. "Please, Rick . . . Suck on my clit until I cum in your mouth . . ."

She couldn't see it, but she easily imagined the smile on her lover's face.

A contented sigh escaped her lips when he kissed her.

The first kiss was soft. A peck on the lips. Her other lips. 

She felt his index finger rub her gently. 

Then he kissed her again.

Alternating between his lips and his fingers, Rick paid careful attention to her pussy. Each kiss or caress was harder than the last. More intense.

Rick spread her swollen outer labia with his fingers and then mashed his tongue flat against her clit.

Her hands unconsciously went to the back of his head. 

"Oh, god, Rick!" she cried out. 

As his tongue flicked her clit back and forth, she felt a finger enter her. Then two.

She cried out again.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Fuck, yes!"

He lapped up her juices which were surely running out of her.

Shelley arched her back and pushed forward with her hips. Rick's mouth engulfed her sex.

Thrashing back and forth on the bed, she started to grind in his face. His tongue met every one of her thrusts, pushing back against her.

His fingers worked in and out of her.

The physical sensation was mind-blowing, but it was the mere fact that Rick wanted to please her, he wanted her in his mouth, that sent her over the edge.

When he kissed her, all of his attention was focused on her lips. And when he went down on her, all of his attention was focused on her pussy.

He wasn't doing this so she would suck him off later. He wasn't between her legs so she would ride him. He didn't think three passes with his tongue would get his prick into her cunt.

Rick was there to pleasure her.

As a lover, he was everything her boyfriend was not.

That realisation hit her like a ton of bricks. Tears began to flow unchecked down her cheeks.

The tingling in her toes started as Rick took her clit between his teeth and sucked. Not too hard. Not too soft. Just right.

The night before, when she and Rick made love for the first time, Shelley had not let herself go. There was some guilt she felt for cheating on her boyfriend.

With Rick's face buried in her pussy and her legs wrapped around his head, Shelley sublimated that guilt into hunger. Lust for this man. Desire.

She started to buck her hips against him wildly.

He met every push with the swipe of his tongue or the thrust of his fingers.

Shelley cried out.

Her hands went to her breasts. She cupped herself and moaned. 

Oh, how she wished Rick was squeezing her tits!

But then again, he only had two hands, and she didn't want them taken from her pussy either!

His tongue moved faster. He pressed it harder against her clit, which was swollen. 

"Oh, god," she moaned. "Oh, fuck . . . fucking . . . fucking eat me . . ."

Her legs were locked behind his back.

The tingling became stronger. Her hair was standing up on end.

Shelley's nipples were so hard, they could probably cut glass.

She started to hyperventilate.

Then, with one final cry, Shelley thrust her chest forward. Her head fell back into the pillows. She brought her legs up, as if to pull Rick into her pussy.

He never let up. His mouth was like a tornado on her pussy.

It was as if he was determined to drink down all of the juices that came.

And cum they did.

She felt her vaginal muscles contract around Rick's fingers. She flooded with juices.

He continued to eat her out, not stopping. There was no mercy. No respite.

The orgasm overpowered her. 

Her pulse raced.

The blood in her veins began to boil.

Cum poured out of her and into his mouth, only fueling his assault on her pussy.

The room started to spin.

Generally, Shelley was not a fainter. But then again, she had never been with Rick before.

She didn't know how long it went on. Darkness claimed her before it ended.

************************ 

"Shelley . . . Shelley, wake up." It took her a minute to recognise Rick's voice. He was shaking her gently. "Honey, you're hot."

"So are you," she mumbled through the haze. 

"No, really," Rick said, brushing her hands away. "You're burning up. How do you feel?"

"Like shit." Her head was still pounding. She felt cold even though her body was covered in sweat. Everything from head to toe ached.

Rick's hands put his hands on her forehead. They were cool to the touch.

Opening her eyes, she saw the worried expression on Rick's face. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had a glass of water in one hand. "Sit up."

He pushed a pair of white pills into her mouth and then put the glass to her lips. She swallowed them without bothering to ask what they were.

"How long was I out?" she mumbled.

"You were asleep for about two hours." 

Two hours? she thought. The last thing she remembered was her Jesus-take-me-now orgasm. Surely she hadn't blacked out and gone straight to sleep. For just a second, she felt guilty for not returning the favour to Rick. But that passed quickly as the room began to spin again—and this time, not in the good way.

She closed her eyes and then fell back on the bed. 

Rick let out a sigh and then reached for the phone. She only barely heard him through her delirium.

"Hello? I'm in room 1038; is there a nurse on the premises? . . . No . . . Okay . . . Yes, that would be fine. . . . Would you have a car ready in ten minutes? . . . . Excellent . . . Yes . . . Thank you."

After hanging up the phone, Shelley heard him get up and start going through the armoire in her room.

He returned after a minute and sat her up again. "You have to get dressed for me, honey."

"What for?"

"We're going to the ER."

"Why?"

"Because I could fry an egg on your forehead."

"You're not supposed to be putting my bra on . . ."

"That does seem strange, doesn't it?" he said, and she was sure he was smiling. He put a sweatshirt on her and then a loose pair of pajama bottoms.

The room started to spin when he stood her up. Her stomach churned. 

"Are you going to be sick?" he asked.

It took her a second to calm down. "No . . . I'll be okay."

Finally, he got a pair of flip-flops on her and her hair pulled back in a scrunchy. He found her purse and then went into his own room to throw on some clothes and get his wallet.

The pair stumbled down the hall to the elevator. Shelley had to lean on him for support. The lights stung her eyes.

The night staff had someone waiting for them and she was eased into the limo. It seems like everything in Vegas operates 24/7 and walk-in clinics were no exception.

Rick filled out the forms for her and dug through her purse for her insurance card. All she had to do was sign in a couple of places.

Half an hour later, they were sitting in an exam room. Shelley kept nodding off. She didn't remember much about the visit, except for when the PA stuck a swab down her throat.

She dozed off again only to have Rick shaking her awake once more. The PA had a lab report in his hands. "I've got good news and some bad news."

"What's the bad news?" Rick said.

"You've got strep. Both of you," he replied.

"And the good news?"

"The worst is just about over," he scribbled something down on a pad. "Are you taking any other medications?"

"No," Rick replied.

"What about you, Shelley?"

"I just had some ibuprofen with dinner," she said feebly.

"And I gave her some Tylenol before we came here," Rick added.

"That shouldn't be a problem." He handed two forms to Rick. "Here's a prescription for each of you. Antibiotics. Take three per day for the next week, even if the symptoms go away. There's a 24-hour pharmacy up the street. I'll call this in for you now and you can swing by there on the way back to the hotel."

"Thanks," Rick said for both of them.

Soon, Shelley was dressed and although she still felt like Hell, at least she knew she was going to get better.

They got back in the limo and picked up the medications on the way back to the Bellagio. Shelley stumbled back to her room and they each took one of the pills. 

Rick once again undressed her and pulled the covers over her as she fell on to the bed.

"Why aren't you sick too?" she asked wearily.

Rick only shrugged. "I dunno. This happened all the time when I was a kid. My brother and sister would always get sick, but I wouldn't, even though the tests came back positive for me, too. The doctor used to call me 'the carrier'."

He bent over and kissed her goodnight one more time. He started to pull back.

"Don't leave me, Rick." Shelley pulled him close.

"I won't leave you, Shelley." She could barely hear him through her illness-induced stupor.

"Make love to me."

"In the morning," he replied gently. "When you feel better."

"No, Rick," she slurred. "Make love to me now."





What Happens in Vegas...



"You're really not in any—" he started.

"I need you, Rick," she said. "I need you to be close to me. I don't need to cum. I don't need you to be gentle. I just want to feel you close to me. Inside me."

Most of the time, Shelley didn't need babysitting. She wasn't prone to drinking too much or making poor decisions. She didn't often act rashly or impulsively. And she was almost never sick.

Yet, in her time of need, Rick had been there for her, in a way no one had ever been except for her mother. Rick had babied her when she needed it, he had coaxed her on when she needed that, and when she shouldn't have been making any decisions on her own, he didn't let her.

Now she needed to feel his presence. As close as he could humanly get. This desire wasn't physical or sexual. It was emotional.

He called her "gorgeous". He said she was beautiful. He did things her boyfriend would never think to do, or had stopped doing once they had settled into a routine.

Her hands clumsily grasped at his clothes. She wasn't much help, but soon they were both naked, their bodies desperately close.

He felt cool to the touch. His lips closed on hers and they kissed eagerly. After all, it wasn't like she was going to make him sick.

She felt his tumescent sex pressed against her belly. She spread her legs in anticipation.

Rick cupped one of her breasts as he entered her.

Both of them let out a satisfied moan as he sank all the way into her.

His hand began to massage her breast and he kissed her, right behind the ear.

"No, Rick," she said. "Don't worry about me. . . . Pump that cock inside me. Cum all over me . . . I just want to feel you close to me."

Slowly, yet gently, he worked up a steady rhythm.

Their bodies pressed together. His cock made a sucking sound as he pulled out, until only the tip was still inside her.

She lost track of how long Rick was with her. He would move in and out of her for several minutes, and then he would stop, as if he were bringing himself just to the edge of orgasm, then pull back just before he came.

Shelley reveled in the closeness she felt to Rick. Her arms closed around him. It felt so good to be wanted. Needed. And to feel that for someone again.

When he could not longer take it, he gave her one final thrust. They both gasped as Shelley felt his whole body shudder with pleasure.

Her insides were coated with his warmth. She arched her back so she could take as much of him inside as would fit.

Rick's orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Finally, he collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged. 

Their hearts pounded together. His weight pressed her breasts flat against her chest.

I could stay like this forever, she thought as they lay there together. 

She drifted off to sleep with him inside her.

************************ 

When Shelley awoke, Rick was in bed next her. He was leaning back against a couple of pillows. His computer was on his lap and he had a couple of papers spread out around him. The TV was on, but the volume was down and the closed captioning on.

Shelley was under a mountain of covers, but wasn't hot. Her naked body was covered in sweat. Her head still hurt, but not as badly as the night before.

Rick looked over as she raised her head slightly. She brushed her hair out of her face.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He smiled gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Like crap."

"I guess that's better than, 'like shit'." Rick set his papers and laptop on the nightstand next to the bed.

He leaned over, ignored her morning breath and gave her a proper wake up kiss. She smiled dreamily.

"Can I get you anything?" he asked.

"Just something to drink." Her throat was parched.

He reached across the nightstand and handed her a full glass of cold water. She downed it all.

Taking the glass from her, Rick set it down on the nightstand. He motioned for her to get up.

She had to lean on him for support, but she made it to the bathroom. Still naked, she went straight for the toilet and sat down. She half-expected him to leave, but he stood there expectantly.

Her bladder emptied and she let out a sigh of relief.

"You know," she said, "Most guys wouldn't stick around for that part."

"Yeah, well, Terri and I have been living together for over a year," he grimaced at the mention of his girlfriend. "I'm used to it."

"You're not one of those guys who thinks it's kinky to watch someone pee, are you?" she teased him.

"Let me think about that for a minute . . . Um . . . No."

Shelley smiled sardonically. She knew that his girlfriend and her boyfriend would come up several times over the course of the trip. "Speaking of Terri. You'll have to thank her for me."

"What for?"

"Making me sick."

Rick looked puzzled for a second. Then the recognition dawned on him. "Well, gawd-dayum. I hadn't even thought of that. I guess I should tell her she needs to go to the doctor."

"No, you shouldn't," Shelley replied quickly. At least part of her was thinking clearly.

"Why not?"

"How are you going to tell her you found out what she has? You aren't sick."

"Well, I'll—" he started, and then got very quiet. "You're right."

"Of course, I'm right; I'm a woman," Shelley managed to laugh. "Remember that. Now help me up."

Rick wrapped a bathrobe around her shoulders as she brushed the morning taste away and then led her back to the bed.

He started to lay her down, but she pulled him close and kissed him tenderly.

"What was that for?" he asked when she let him go.

"For being so good to me," Shelley replied. "You didn't have to, you know."

"It's my privilege, my lady." He may have been playing with her, but she couldn't think of anyone else she would rather have as her gallant knight in shining armour.

"Do you need anything to eat?" he asked.

Shelley shook her head. "I don't think I could keep anything down. I'm surprised I didn't taste dinner again last night."

"Are you going to be okay if I leave you alone?" he asked worriedly.

"I should be," she replied. She had forgotten that they were at a conference. Her boss was going to kill her if she missed a full day's worth of sessions. "What time is it? I should be getting dressed."

As she started to get up, Rick pushed her back down on to the bed. 

"No," he said firmly. "You need to lay down and get back to sleep. You've already missed the first two sessions and you're in no condition to go anywhere. If I didn't have to lead an open forum, I'd stay with you all day."

I know you would, Shelley thought to herself, and that only made her appreciate him more.

Rick went into his room and threw a polo shirt on to go with his khakis. He ran a comb through his hair and put his shoes on.

Shelley watched him gather up his things, a soft, tender look on her face. 

He came by one more time and kissed her gently. 

"Call me if you need anything." He set her phone next to the bed. "I'll be back at lunch. Get some sleep."

When he kissed her again, she pulled him close and stuck her tongue down his throat. She might only be feeling about sixty-percent, but her desire for him was only heightened.

For a moment, she thought she wouldn't let him go, but he pulled back and walked to the door. He flashed her a quick smile then was gone.

Shelley closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

Throughout the afternoon, Shelley faded in an out of consciousness. Rick came back to the room at lunch. He brought her some apple juice and two cups of soup. The chicken noodle wasn't quite like mom use to make, but it was close enough. They both took another round of amoxicillin and then she went back to sleep.

By the time he returned from the day's seminars, Shelley was awake and feeling much better. Her fever had broken and the throbbing in her head was mostly just a dull ache.

Rick came through the door looking ragged. He didn't get a lot of sleep the night before. When they finally got back to the Bellagio, Shelley had tossed and turned all night, so on top of being up at 1 in the morning with her at the doctor's, her restlessness had cost him some sleep, too.

Even though he had skipped out on two of the morning sessions, he had to go the others. He dropped his book bag by the door, then threw his wallet and keys on the desk next to his laptop.

He smiled weakly at her. "How are you doing?"

"Much better," Shelley replied. "Thanks to you. How do you feel?"

"I'll be fine. I just need to get off my feet for a minute."

"Wait! Don't sit down yet," Shelley said, scrambling out of the bed. She was still wrapped in the bathrobe and she dragged Rick into the bathroom.

"Honey, I—," he started.

"Shhh." She kissed him before he could say anything else. "It's my turn to take care of you."

Shelley let her robe fall to the floor. Then she went to the tub and started the hot water running. She was sure to be extra dramatic in bending over to give Rick a good long look at her shapely legs and round backside.

Once the tub started to fill, she turned and faced Rick. His gaze first went to the breasts that hung between them. Then he looked up and straight into her eyes.

She smiled at him. A warm smile she reserved for only her closest friends and family.

Her hands went to his belt buckle and soon his pants were on the floor. His boxers followed and so did his shirt.

Shelley took a moment to admire his handsome body. He was 27 years old and his metabolism was still going strong. He had a full, muscular frame that would one day sport a paunch around the waist and some flab, but for now, he was perfect. At least as far as Shelley was concerned.

After putting her hair up with a scrunchy, she stepped into the large jacuzzi tub and motioned for Rick to join her. She leaned back, and Rick sat in front of her. He leaned back, pressing his back against her chest.

The tub continued to fill with hot water as Shelley nibbled on Rick's ear and neck.

He just closed his eyes, savouring the feel of her lips on his skin.

She put her arms around him and held him tight.

Finally the tub was full. They were mostly submerged in the steaming hot water.

Rick had his head back against her shoulder. She kissed his cheek and he smiled slightly.

Reaching over, she pressed a button on the side of the tub. They both moaned with pleasure as the jets came on.

They stayed like that for the better part of an hour. Both just wanted to feel the touch of the other.

Every now and then, Shelley would plant a series of kisses across his shoulders or suck on the nape of his neck.

He would respond by caressing her leg, massaging her calves or rubbing the soles of her feet.

When their skin was shriveled up, they emerged from the tub and dried off. 

Shelley hadn't felt that relaxed or content in months. She gave him a final, lingering kiss before she went back out to the bedroom, leaving Rick to clean up for dinner.

She headed for the armoire, but stopped in her tracks when she looked over at the phone. The voice mail light was on. The phone must have rang while they were in the tub. 

Who would have been calling? There were three possibilities: her boss, her mom or her boyfriend.

She looked over at the clock it was 6:30. That meant 8:30 back home.

Her hands shaking, she followed the instructions on the card next to the phone and retrieved the voice mail. 

"Hey, babe." It was Jared. "I haven't talked to you since you left and just wanted to see how you were likin' Vegas. Have you won me any money at the blackjack tables? Anyway, call me when you get this."

Shelley was torn. She knew she needed to call him. If she didn't, it would look like she was ignoring him.

"You have to call him," Rick said from the door. His voice was quiet. "I need to call home, too."

He retreated into his room and closed the adjoining doors.

Shelley dreaded what was next, but she knew she had to do it.

Flipping open her cell phone, she dialed her boyfriend's phone. 

Voice mail, she thought, Please go to voice mail, please go— "Hello?"

"Hi, honey." She tried to muster as much excitement as she could. "What are you doing?"

"Trey, Jimbo and I are at McIntosh's. I think we're gonna go by Shaub's later for his poker game."

Bullshit, Shelley thought. You're on your way to a titty bar.

"I called a minute ago—"

"Yeah," she said. "I just got back from dinner."

"Isn't it kind of late for dinner?"

"No," she replied, trying not to sound defensive. "It's just 6:30 here."

"Oh, yeah," Jared said. "I had forgotten about that. What are you doing tonight?"

Shelley thought for a moment. Make up something good. Nothing too outlandish and something I can tell him about when I get home.

"I think I might catch a show," Shelley said. "The conference was giving out tickets to see Carrot Top and I met some girls here who said they were going."

She winced as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

"Carrot Top, really?" Jared sounded impressed. "That's one funny dude. You'll have to tell me about it when you get back. Listen, I've got to run. I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, honey. Bye."

"Bye."

The phone flipped closed and Shelley let out a sigh of relief.

It would have been nice for him to at least seem like he missed me, she thought.

Shelley lay on the bed for a few minutes, then got up and got dressed. She put on a white t-shirt under a jumper that buttoned down the front, then dug through her bag for some heels.

After putting on a little makeup and pulling her hair back, she opened the adjoining door on her side. She started to push on Rick's door when she heard his voice. He sounded agitated.

". . . –we've been pretty busy . . . No, we were out pretty late last night . . . Well, maybe if you had called . . ."

Shelley knew she should pull back. This wasn't a conversation she needed to hear half of.

"No . . . No . . . Look, I really don't want to talk about this right now . . . If I'd called you last night after dinner it would have been 10:30 for you . . ."

She started to close the door.

"Yeah, that's it . . . Yeah, I met another woman and flew all the way out here just to be with her . . . and the three sessions I'm presenting are all an elaborate ruse . . ."

His voice was getting louder. He sounded more irritated than angry. Shelley couldn't make out her reply, but Rick's girlfriend sounded upset.

"It's okay," his voice softened a little. "Look, I'll make it up to you when I get back . . . Okay . . . Okay . . . Love you, too . . . Bye."

Shelley closed the door as quietly as she could. A part of her wanted to rush through the door, grab the phone out of his hands and tell the other woman to keep away from "her" man.

But she couldn't do that. What right did she have? Rick wasn't hers. If anyone had the right to be upset it was definitely Jared and Rick's girlfriend.

She went back into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. 

Physically, she was a changed woman. When she was with Rick, she wanted to look good for him. He made her feel sexy. She was more confident. She took the time to dress up. The twinkle was back in her eyes.

She hadn't felt that way about Jared in months.

Yet inside, she felt horrible. She knew what they were doing was wrong. She had known it since the minute she had talked her boss into sending her to this conference. Still she had gone through with it. Why?

There was a knock on the door. Rick called her name from the other room. She spritzed herself with some perfume, then went out to greet him.

"How'd it go?" she asked. It would be best if Rick didn't know she had heard half of his conversation.

"Okay," he shrugged. "You?"

Shelley didn't know what to say. "Alright, I guess. I don't think he even knows I'm gone."

Rick gave her a comforting smile and then reached out and took her hand. "Are you hungry?"

"Not really."

"Are you feeling okay?"

She sighed. Her headache was gone, but she still felt kind of blah. "I'm about 80% right now. Did you have plans?"

Rick shrugged. "Well . . . sorta. I thought we'd get something over at the Mesa Grill and then go downtown."

"The Mesa Grill? Isn't that Bobby Flay's place?"

"Sure is. I've heard it's very good."

Shelley smiled at her lover. She reached out and took his arm. "Let's go."

"If you're not up to it . . ."

"I'll be fine, Rick," she said and gave him a brief kiss.

They went downstairs and got in a waiting limo. Whoever Rick's friend was, he sure had plenty of favours to spare.

Dinner was fabulous, even if Shelley didn't eat much. Both she and Rick were quiet all night. It was as if their calls home had reminded them of what they had left behind and that they were both cheating on the very people they supposedly loved.

Shelley tried to push that little nagging voice out of her head, but it dragged her down all night.

After dinner, they went downtown to see Fremont Street. They picked up some ice cream and walked around. They talked idly. Both seemed content to avoid the elephant in the room.

The ride back to the Bellagio was quiet. Shelley held Rick's hand in hers. Hearing part of his call made her jealous and envious at the same time. She remembered the promise he had made to his girlfriend and didn't want to let him go.

As they pulled up to the main entrance, Shelley pulled Rick to her. She placed his hands on her breasts. Her nipples sprang to life. Rick's breaths became short and she rammed her tongue down his throat. 

"I've got something for you," she said, a sultry tone in her voice.

Rick started to reply, but Shelley pulled away just as the driver opened the door. The look of frustration on his face was priceless. She blew him a kiss, then stepped out of the car.

On the way back up to the room, she made sure to stand up extra straight for Rick, just so her breasts would stick out for him.

His eyes devoured her on the crowded elevator. Ten floors never seemed to take so long.

She knew there was nothing she could do about his girlfriend. As much as she desired Rick, there was no way they could seriously pursue a relationship. Both had careers in their hometowns, which were separated by 600 miles. 

This was a fling for her. It was uncharacteristic, but Shelley realised that there was no way she could move for him or that he could move for her. Plus, after four days of passion and romance, what would he really be like after six months? After a year? Three years?

The things she found attractive and charming now would probably become grating and annoying. 

This is for the best, she said to herself. Still, even if she couldn't have Rick beyond the next two days, she was determined to make him miss her. And she was sure going to enjoy him for the short time they had left.

As soon as they stepped through the door to her room, Rick was all over her.

She brought his mouth to hers. For just an instant, all of his attention was focused on her lips. Looking into his deep blue eyes, she saw the desire smoldering there, just barely contained.

Then his hands were all over her body. Squeezing. Caressing. Pulling at her clothes.

His normal control was gone, replaced by lust.

Soon, Rick was naked, his clothes left along a path from the door. Shelley's panties were somewhere, probably near the door. 

Her jumper was still on, but just barely. She had shed the white t-shirt and bra she had on under it.

It hung loosely from her shoulders, her magnificent breasts spilling out of the unbuttoned front.

Rick's hands were all over her. It was as if he couldn't decide what he wanted to touch most. 

Their bodies pressed desperately together, Rick was trying to head for the bed, but Shelley guided them towards the over-stuffed chair next to the window.




What Happens in Vegas...



Toni and I had been friends for a few years. We met at our kids' soccer games, and started talking. At that time, both of us were still married, even though neither of our spouses ever came to the games.

Eventually, though, both of our marriages fell apart, and we were there for each other. We helped each other through our divorces, and to deal with the aftermath. Up until that point, our relationship had been purely platonic, but that quickly changed.

Neither of us wanted a committed relationship, but we did fall in to a "Friends With Benefits" relationship. We were both happy with what we had, and were quite comfortable with it. Her job, with a major cosmetics company, required a lot of travel, and mine, in construction, demanded a lot of overtime and long hours, so we got together when we could, infrequent as that was.

While I had a more extensive sexual history, Toni had been with only one man other than her husband, and apparently neither had much of an imagination or talent. She told me that our first night together, I gave her more orgasms then her husband did in 15 years.

Toni was about 5'3, with short blonde hair, great legs, large breasts (40 DD), and carried a few extra pounds. She was not at all fat, as the extra weight looked very good on her

Over the years, I taught her a lot, and she was quite a good, and willing, student. She soon learned to give some of the best head that I had ever had, and even learned to enjoy using toys and having anal sex.

Once, while we were in bed enjoying the afterglow of another wild sexual romp, she told me about an upcoming trip that she had to make. I told her that I could probably swing some time off, and could join her, and she told me that the room had already been booked, and she was rooming with Maria, a hot little Italian woman who was one of her best friends and a co-worker.

When I teased her about two hot women sharing a room and a couple of bottles of wine, and what could happen, Toni surprised me by responding, " Easy, now. I don't think that I am ready to try being with a woman yet."

"Yet?" I asked, shocked. "That implies that you have at least though about the possibility."

"Yes, I've thought about it," she admitted after a couple of seconds. "I think every woman has at least thought about it. It's just that very few of us actually ever get up the nerve to try it."

I didn't say anything else, but I did keep that in the back of my mind.

Toni and I always celebrated our birthdays together, since they were only a week apart. As luck would have it this year, the week-end in between those dates also was the week-end of her annual convention in Vegas. I told her that this year, Maria was going to have to find other accommodations, as I was going with so we could celebrate together.

I made reservations at one of the better hotels for a suite, complete with a Jacuzzi, and told Toni to get ready for a "What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas" type week-end. She laughed, and told me that she couldn't wait.

I knew that we were in for a fun week-end when I picked her up for the flight. I decided to hire a limo, instead of drive myself. When she walked out of her house, she was dressed in a short skirt, tank top, and a sexy pair of sandals. We had already agreed to pick up Maria and take her with us, and while we were all riding in the back, enjoying a cocktail, Toni whispered in my ear, "I didn't wear any panties for the flight."

Maria was also dressed sexy, in a short sundress and low-heeled slip-ons. Maria is short, about 5'2", with long black hair, and what looked like a smaller pair of breasts. She was very pretty, and had an aura that just exuded sensuality.

The way she was sitting, across from us in the limo, I could almost see right up her skirt. She caught me looking once, and smiled. "Are you trying to look up my dress?" she asked.

"Well, if you're willing to show, I am certainly willing to look," I told her. We all laughed, and continued the ride.

Maria was seated a couple of rows behind us on the flight, and Toni and I were the only ones in our row. Although it was a relatively short flight, we did manage to have a little fun, as I slipped my hand up under her skirt, and teased her moist pussy.

The first couple of days there were mostly filled with the women going to their convention meetings, and I did a little bit of gambling, and a lot of people watching. We all met each night for a few drinks, and then Toni and I went up to our room and had our usual wild sex.

Being out of town seemed to open Toni up even more, however. Our first night there, as we came back from the bar, she led me to a chair right in front of the large window overlooking the strip, sat me down, and proceeded to give me a passionate, very inspired blow-job. 

After a few minutes, when I tried to stop her so I could give her a little pleasure, she said, "Just sit back and enjoy. You can take care of me later." she then continued to suck me off until I exploded deep in her mouth.

The next night, after a few more drinks, I led her to the window, and with all of the lights on, pinned her up against the window that she blew me in front of the night before, and gave her a thorough tongue lashing, from both in front and behind, and then, with her big tits pressed against the window, I took her from behind, telling her that all of Vegas could be watching us. She eventually exploded in such a huge orgasm, I had to hold her to keep her from falling to the floor.

On the final night of the convention, I took both women out to dinner. Both women had dressed up very nicely, and looked very sexy. We all had an excellent dinner, and a few bottles of wine. Eventually, as things do after a few bottles of wine, the talk turned to sex.

Maria was lamenting about how it had been way too long since she had been laid, and how she thought Toni and I were such a cute couple together. 

"I bet you two could make a mint taping yourselves and selling it on line," she told us, making me wonder if she knew about our exhibition at the window.

Toni blushed, and I told Maria, "First of all, I don't think either of us wants something like that on line. The real problem would be finding someone to operate the camera. I'm sure that Toni would have to have someone she's comfortable with."

Maria did exactly what I was hoping she would do, and jokingly responded, "Well, I'm not doing anything for the rest of the night. Did you bring a camera?"

Toni sat there shocked, and I told Maria, "As a matter of fact, I did. Are you offering to tape us?"

"Sure. Why not?" Maria answered. "That could be fun. I know what I like to see when I watch porn, so I'm sure that I could get some good shots."

"Toni? What do you think?" I asked.

"I think I need another drink, first," was her only response.

Half an hour later, we were in our room, and I was showing Maria how to use the video camera. I also showed her the mini-tripod, just in case she wanted to set the camera down. Toni was in the bathroom changing into an outfit that she had bought for our last night there, and was obviously a little nervous.

Soon, Maria was ready, and the door finally opened. I had changed into a pair of silk boxers that I knew that Toni loved, and then she came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a black lace camisole and matching boy-shorts, with a pair of sexy backless heels.

"You look great, baby," I told her as I walked towards her.

"That is very sexy," Maria chimed in.

I softly kissed Toni as I tried to soothe her, and Maria was walking around us quietly, filming us. As we stood there, I started to work my way down Toni's neck, something that I knew she loved, and always loosened her up.

I was kissing and nibbling an her neck, on the soft part of skin just behind and below the ear, as my hands were gliding over her full ass, when I heard her sigh deeply, a sign that she was ready to go.

I slowly walked behind her and started to work on the back of her neck, as Maria walked in front of us and continued to work the camera. 

Standing behind her, I cupped Toni's full breasts as I kissed the sensitive back of her neck and softly ground my rising cock against her ass. 

Looking over her shoulder, I could tell that Maria was getting a bit turned on by this. Her breathing was getting heavier, and she was shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

As I was softly pinching her nipples through the lace of her top, Toni opened her eyes, and was looking at Maria as she filmed us. I felt her stiffen a little, and I whispered into her ear.

"Does Maria standing there like that bother you?" I asked her softly.

She nodded lightly, but never removed her eyes from her friend.

"Would you feel more comfortable if she was wearing less clothes?" 

Toni gasped softly, and whispered, "Yes." "Maria, why don't you set the camera down, and take off your dress?" I told her. "I think that Toni would feel a little more comfortable that way."

Maria didn't say a word as she followed my request. She set the camera on the desk, still pointed at us, and she slowly started to remove her clothes. 

I felt, as well as heard, Toni gasp as Maria dropped her dress and stood in front of us, wearing only a skimpy bra and thong. Although she was our age, in her early 40's, she had the body, and skin tone, of a woman half her age. Maria then went one step further and removed her bra, revealing a nice sized, and still pretty firm, pair of breasts and nipples that were standing out, just begging to be kissed.

As she picked the camera back up, I started to remove Toni's top, releasing her large breasts. I cupped one full breast, and slid the other hand down to her panties, watching Maria the whole time.

As I cupped my hand over her mound, I could feel the heat and moisture radiating from Toni's pussy. I slid a finger up and down her slit, feeling her juices soaking into her panties. I also noticed that her eyes never left Maria.

As I slid my hand into her panties, Toni moaned and leaned back into me. She gasped as I slid my fingertips over her clit and down to her moist hole.

When I slid my moistened fingertip over her hard clit, I felt Toni shudder, and she released a loud sigh. 

I flicked my finger quickly over her hard little nub a couple of times, and then slid my hand back out of her panties. As Toni moaned her disappointment, I released her breast and brought both of my hands to hers.

Taking her hands in mine, I raised them up to her breasts. I placed her hands on her tits, put my hands over hers, and started to softly squeeze. As she started to work on her breasts, squeezing them and pinching and lightly pulling her nipples, I brought my hands down to her panties. 

She continued to play with her tits as I slowly started to slide her panties down her legs. I knelt behind her as I slipped them off of her, and I ran my tongue down her ass. She spread her legs, and I placed my hands on her hips.

I pulled her towards me as I leaned in and flicked my tongue down her wet slit, reaching for her button. Toni moaned loudly, ans she dropped one hand down to her pussy and started to slide her fingers over her slit.

I stood and led her to the bed ,leaning her forward onto the mattress with her hands at the edge. Toni always loved it when I ate her out in this position. Her ass was up in the air, her big tits were swaying, and her legs were spread. 

I looked at Maria, to make sure that she had a good camera angle, and saw that her eyes were glazed, her nipples were erect, and her breathing was heavy. She was as turned on as Toni and I.

Kneeling on the floor behind her, I slowly slid my tongue along Toni's wet slit, starting at her seeping pussy, running up to her ass, and then back down to her clit. When I pressed my face in to her pussy, sticking the tip of my nose into her and flicking the tip of my tongue across her hardened bud, she gasped and grabbed onto the sheets.

I pulled my face away, and slid two fingers into her hot wet pussy. I could feel her muscles clamp down lightly on my fingers as I slid them in and out slowly.

I looked up at Maria, and she had moved in to get a close up of my fingers buried deep in Toni's pussy. Toni was moaning and moving back against my hand, grabbing on tight to the bed, and Maria was breathing heavier. 

I slid my fingers out on Toni's pussy, and slowly dragged them up towards her asshole. I pushed Toni further towards the bed, guiding her on to her hands and knees on top of the mattress. I then reached out with my other hand and took the video camera from Maria.

As I rimmed Toni's ass with my wet fingers, Maria looked at me questionably. I motioned with my head towards Toni, and Maria's eyes got bigger. Trying to keep the camera still, I looked at Maria, then down to her hand, and then to Toni's raised ass. 

Maria slowly raised her hand, looking me in the eyes, and slid two fingers into her mouth. She started to suck on her fingers as she maintained eye contact with me, coating her fingers with her saliva.

When her fingers were nice and slick, she reached out towards Toni and ran her fingers along her wet slit. Toni moaned and wiggled her ass, not realizing that it was her best friend's hand that was now spreading her juices around her pussy. 

Toni's eyes were clamped shut, and she was moving her hips back and forth, as well as sideways, while she moaned and groaned, her breath getting deeper as Maria manipulated her pussy and clit. 

I pulled back and went for the camera tripod as Maria slid two slender fingers into Toni. After I mounted the camera, and made sure that I had the proper angle, I went back towards the two women.

Maria was sliding her fingers in and out of Toni's pussy with one hand, and rubbing her clit with the other, causing Toni to moan louder, and fuck back towards Maria. 

I took a hold of Maria's hand that was inside her friends' pussy, and pulled her fingers out. As I raised her fingers to her mouth, Maria didn't hesitate to slide them in to her mouth and taste Toni's juices. 

After she licked her fingers clean, I softly guided Maria's face toward Toni. Pausing only a second, she leaned in to Toni's pussy and started licking her clit, and then sticking her tongue in to her pussy.

Toni moaned again, and pushed back against Maria's face. For a brief second, I stepped behind the camera and zoomed in on Maria eating Toni's pussy. 

I kept the camera there for a while, watching up close as Maria lovingly caressed Toni's wet, steamy pussy with her tongue .As I panned back, without my prompting, Maria then reached up and took Toni's big tits in her hand and started to squeeze them.

Stepping away from the camera again after I mounted it back on the tripod, I watched for a minute as Maria pleasured her best friend for the first time. Toni was enjoying the effort, and was moaning and writhing on the bed.

I walked to the bed and climbed in front of Toni. I presented my rigid cock to her lips, and she gasped, realizing finally that it wasn't me working on her pussy. She had to have noticed the difference in the feel and techniques, but now, she couldn't ignore it.

"Just enjoy it," I said to her softly. "You've both wanted this for a long time. Now you've got it. Just relax, and enjoy."

Toni moaned as I leaned in a little further and pushed my cock past her lips. As she opened her mouth and took me in, Maria straightened up and rubbed Toni's pussy and slid a couple of fingers into her wet pussy as she watched Toni start to suck on my cock. 

Maria continued watching as Toni sucked and licked my rod, and getting wide-eyed as she saw Toni swallow most of my thick shaft down her throat.

Toni collapsed on to her belly, never taking her lips off of me. Maria resumed sliding her fingers in and out of her best friend's wet pussy, climbing behind her for a better angle. Toni was moaning and writhing around on the bed as Maria leaned back in and raised Toni's hips. 

I knew that Maria's tongue made contact with Toni's clit, when Toni gasped loudly around my thick, wet shaft, and gasped, "Oh, my godddd!"

Toni started working on my cock with a renewed vigor as her friend tongued her pussy. I could see Maria's head bob and wiggle as she brought Toni closer to an orgasm.

"She likes her ass played with, doesn't she?" Maria asked after a couple of minutes.

"She loves to have her ass played with when you're going down on her," I told her, doing my best to make sure that I didn't cum, from both Toni's talents, and the view in front of me.

I watched as Maria slid her fingers out of Toni's pussy, shiny with her juices which I knew were flowing right now. Toni gasped and moaned in pleasure as Maria started rimming her ass with the wet fingers.

When I knew the Maria was pushing her slick fingers into Toni's tight ass, I held Toni's head tight, slowly pulling it down further onto my cock. I felt the vibrations in my cock as Toni groaned when Maria pushed her fingers in deep.

Maria had both hands working on Toni, fingering her ass and her pussy. It didn't take long before Toni started gasping loudly, her body stiffening, a sure sign for her that she was starting to cum.

"Whatever you're doing," I told Maria, "don't stop. She's about to cum, big."

Toni groaned louder when I said that, and started bobbing her head even quicker. Soon, though, she stopped, grasped my shaft, and started stroking me quickly. 

"Oh, my god!" she exclaimed softly. "I'm gonna cum! Oh, my god, baby, you're going to make me cum!!!"

Toni reached down and held her friend's face tight to her spasming pussy as her body started to shake.

"Oh, my god, Maria!" she yelled. "Holy shit! You're making me cumm!!!"

Maria didn't let up on her friend, continuing to slide her tongue over Toni's hard clit and soaking wet slit. 

Toni had released my cock as she was cumming, and started reaching for it as she came back down. Rolling away from her gasp, I whispered in her ear, "This is all for your birthday, baby. Now you tell me, who should I slide my thick cock into first?"

"Oh god, fuck me!" she exclaimed. "I need this thick, hard cock right now!"

Chuckling, I climbed off of the bed and stepped behind Toni. Maria was staring at my cock as I walked, her hands gliding lightly over Toni's ass.

"Do you like this?" I asked Maria as I shook my hard rod in the air.

"Yes," she whispered, still not taking her eyes off of it.

"Why don't you come here and suck it?" I asked her. "You can get it nice and wet for me, so I can slide it right in to Toni's hot pussy."

"Mmmm," she moaned, as she got down on her knees and took my cock in her hands.

"Did you like Toni's pussy?" I asked Maria as she slid her tongue up the length of my shaft.

"Yes, I did," she answered. "Toni's pussy tastes nice."

I slid two fingers into Toni's pussy, and I told Maria, "Yes, she does have a tasty little pussy. Maybe I'll cum deep inside her, and you can taste both of us."

"That would be nice," Maria responded, and then started to suck on my cock. Toni was probably the best cock sucker that I had ever had the privilege of ever being with, but Maria wasn't far behind!. The woman had a mouth that felt like a hot, wet velvet glove.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes. Toni, on her knees on the bed, big tits pressed firmly against the mattress, with my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy, and occasionally teasing her tight little asshole, while Maria was on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock, getting it ready to replace my fingers deep inside her best friend.

After a couple more minutes, when my knees were starting to get weak from Maria's talents, she pulled away from me, and told me, "I think that you should be ready for Toni now."

Toni moaned hearing that, and as I gathered my wits, I stood behind Toni and started sliding my cock head up and down her steamy slit.




What Happens in Vegas...



"Do you really take that thing in your ass?" Maria asked Toni as she lay down on the bed, softly speaking into her friend's ear.

"Oh, yes," Toni moaned. "I love the feel of his cock in my ass."

"Damn," Maria responded. "I can barely get that thick thing in my mouth. I can't imagine what that would feel like in my ass."

I slid as much of my cock into her at once as I could, and Toni gasped, pushing back at me. "Oh, yes!" she moaned, loudly. "Honey, this cock feels great no matter where he puts it!"

I started sliding my cock in and out of her hot pussy, getting a little deeper each time. Toni was gasping each time I pushed and got just a little deeper. Maria lay there next to Toni, her hands between her legs, watching, as I finally bottomed out in Toni's pussy.

Maria, with no prompting from me, climbed higher on the bed and placed her wet pussy in front of Toni's face. As I continued sliding in and out of her wet hole, I grabbed a handful of Toni's hair and pulled back on it.

"Look at that baby," I said. "Look at her pretty little pussy. Doesn't that look tasty?"

Toni didn't say anything, as Maria slid a little closer to her, and I released her hair. Toni lowered her face to Maria's pussy, and slowly stuck out her tongue. 

Toni slowly slid her tongue up and down the length of her friend's wet slit, returning the loving caresses with her tongue that Maria had given her, as I increased my speed while I continued fucking her.

"Oh, baby, that feels SO good!" Maria gasped as Toni flicked her tongue across her clit. She was squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples as she watched Toni lick her wet pussy, and I fucked her friend. Our eyes made contact just as Toni slid a couple of fingers into her tight little hole.

"Oh my god! Yes!" Maria gasped loudly. "Oh, sweetie, you are making me feel soo nice!"

I slid a thumb down Toni's slit, wetting it, as I continued fucking her harder. Soon, she was moaning, sliding her face from Maria's mound.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she groaned. "Fuck me baby. Fuck me good. Slam that big cock into me!"

Maria reached down and pulled Toni's face back to her pussy, and I slowed down, but took longer strokes. Toni groaned loud and long, and Maria must have liked the vibrations, because she yelped and pulled Toni's face in tighter.

I slowly slid my slickened thumb to Toni's ass, and started to rim her tight hole, spreading her juices and rubbing them in. I pulled most of my cock out, leaving just the head at the opening to her oozing hole, as I slowly slid my thumb into her ass.

"Oh, yeah!" Toni moaned loudly, as she pushed back against me, trying to get more of my cock into her.

"You keep your face in that little pussy," I told her, as I slammed my cock deep into her pussy, pushing her back into Maria, "And I'll keep my cock in yours, and my thumb in your ass."

Toni moaned her approval, and attacked Maria's sopping wet pussy with her tongue, as well as her fingers.

It wasn't long before both women were moaning, and I knew from Toni's moans that she was getting close to another orgasm. I continued with the long, slow strokes, with both my cock and my thumb. As I slid my cock out, I pushed my thumb in deep. As I slid my cock back in, I would slide my thumb out.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Toni moaned. "I'm almost there. Make me cum, baby. Make me cum good!"

Hearing that, Maria groaned. "I'm almost there, too, sweetie," she said as she held Toni's head in place. "Make me cum baby. I want to cum so bad!"

"C'mon baby," I said to Toni. "Make her cum. Make your best friend cum all over your tongue."

Hearing that, Toni started licking and fingering Maria faster, and I started fucking her faster. I heard Toni start to gasp for air, and stiffen up, the first sign that she was about to cum.

"Oh yeah!" she exclaimed. "Oh, god yes! Fuck me with that beautiful cock! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!!!" she yelled loudly, the next sign that she was there.

I buried my thumb deep in her ass as I slammed my cock all the way in. That set off a series of moans, as I bumped my cock into her, and ground my pelvis against her ass.

Toni started shaking and moaning as her orgasm hit her. Her body was stiffening, and she was moaning, "Nnnhhh! Oh yes! Nnnhhhoooohh! Oh my god! Yes! Oh, god, baby! I"m cumming!!"

All of that set Maria over the edge, and she started cumming, too. "Oh, yes! Oh, baby, you're making me cum! Oh, damn! Oh, god, yes!" she exclaimed .

I could feel Toni's pussy squeezing and spasming on my cock as she peaked. Her body continued shaking, and I could feel her pussy juices flow while she moaned deeply. As she came down, my shaft was still deep inside her, and my thumb was still deep in her ass.

Soon, both women collapsed on the bed, Toni wrapping her arms around Maria's hips, her face still inched from the wet pussy. As Toni rolled off of her friend, Maria looked up at me.

"Did you cum yet?" she asked, as she looked at my still hard cock, shiny with Toni's juices.

"Not yet," I told her. "Come here, and let's see what we can do about that."

I knew that I wasn't going to last too much longer, but I wanted a chance to feel Maria's hot little pussy wrapped around my cock shaft. 

Toni rolled to her side and watched as I took a hold of Maria's ankles and pulled her towards me. She yelped and giggled as she settled in front of me, and then sighed when I started to slide my cockhead along her soaking wet slit.

Placing the head at her seeping hole, we looked each other in the eyes as I slowly started to slide my cock into her pussy. As I felt her hot, wet, silky walls wrap themselves around my thick shaft, I couldn't help but moan.

"Oh my god! You feel so nice!" I whispered loudly. "You are so hot, and tight!"

Maria moaned in response, and breathed, "That will happen when you haven't had a cock in a couple of years." I started sliding in and out of her clinging pussy, and she moaned, "Especially when you've never had a cock like this! C'mon baby, fuck me good. I want to cum again! Fuck me!"

Toni looked on, and teased me. "Go ahead. Fuck her," she taunted. "Fuck her little pussy real good. Make her cum all over your big cock."

I did as asked, and started to fuck Maria with passion. Toni reached to her friend and started to squeeze Maria's tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples. I was sliding in and out, fast and slow, deep and shallow, for a few minutes when she started to moan louder.

"Oh, yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me! I'm almost there! My god, you feel so good!" she yelled as she bounced her hips against the bed.

I kept up that pace for a while, until Maria started to gasp and shake. "Oh my god, yes! Oh, my god, I'm going to cum!" she gasped.

Right then, I pulled out of her wet pussy and took a hold of my thick, shiny cock. I started to slap it against her clit, and then sliding the head across it. As I was slapping her clit with my cock, she started to moan again.

"Oh, yes! Oh damn, that feels good! Yesss!" she hissed as she continued bouncing her hips. 

Sliding my cock back to her pussy, I slid just the head inside of her, and then slid it right back out. I teased her by fucking her like that for a few seconds, and then slid the whole length in, burying my cock deep in her tight wet pussy.

"Ohhh my god!" she yelped as I bottomed out. "Oh, yes, that feels good! Fuck me baby!"

At that point, Toni reached in and started stroking Maria's clit. I held her legs in the air as I fucked her sweet pussy, and Toni flicked her fingers across her clit.

"Oh, yeah!" Maria moaned, grasping onto the sheets. "That feels SO GOOD!"

Toni was fixated watching my cock slide in and out of her best friend while she teased her clit. Lightly tapping her, I motioned for her to climb up and start licking Maria's clit.

Toni didn't hesitate a second, as she lay across Maria's belly and lay her head down. Realizing that the best way to reach her clit like that was to climb on top of Maria, Toni straddled Maria's face and lowered her own face to Maria's stiff little clit.

"Oh my god! Yes!" Maria yelled as she felt Toni's tongue glide across her clit. "Oh my god, that feels GOOD! Fuck me baby! Fuck me hard! I'm close, baby, make me cum! Both of you, make me cum so good!"

She reached down and pushed Toni's face in closer and then pulled Toni's ass down to her face, slipping her own tongue out.

The sights and sounds of all of this was setting me off. Maria was getting closer to her next orgasm, I was closing in fast on mine, and Toni sounded like she was enjoying Maria's attention quite a bit.

As I continued stroking in and out of Maria, she started to yelp louder. "Oh my god! Oh god yes! Oh, damn, I'm cumming!" she cried out. 

She held on tight to Toni as she started to peak, and we could hear her screaming into Toni's pussy. The vibrations must have set Toni off, and soon she was moaning loudly.

"Oh, sweetie! You're gonna make me cum again!" Toni moaned. 

"Oh, damn baby," I said softly, "your tight little pussy is going to make me cum, too!"

Maria wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in tight, and held Toni's ass tight as she started moving her face around on her pussy, flicking her tongue everywhere.

"Oh, god! I'm cumming!" Toni yelled. "Oh damn! I'm cumming! Holy shit! Ohh!"

I think all of that set Maria off again, and I felt her tighten on my cock, and felt her juices flow around my shaft. All I could hear was her moaning into Toni's mound.

"Oh, damn, I'm gonna cum!" I declared. Maria pulled me in tighter with her legs, and turned her head from Toni momentarily.

"Oh, yeah baby," she groaned. "You feel SO GOOD inside me! I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel you cum! C'mon, baby. Fuck me 'til you cum, deep inside me."

She turned her attentions back to Toni, and I started fucking her with a renewed vigor. That lasted a couple of minutes, until I felt my balls start to churn.

Toni was coming down from a mini-orgasm, and Maria was approaching one, when I felt the surge hit.

"Oh my god! Yes!" I exclaimed, as blasted deep into her already wet depths. The sensation of my cock exploding deep inside of her set her off, and the vibrations from her moaning into Toni's pussy set her off. We had chain-reaction orgasms, setting each other off. Finally, we all collapsed on the bed, wrapped in each other. 

We all three lay there for a while, catching our breath and stroking each other lightly with our fingertips. Soon, as we all started to stir, Maria asked Toni, "You REALLY take this big cock in your ass?"

Toni laughed, and told her, again, "Oh, yeah. And sometimes, I cum even better like that than I do with him in my pussy."

"Oh my god," Maria said softly. "I can't even imagine that."

"Well, why don't we see what we can do to get him hard again, and maybe you won't have to imagine it," Toni said, as she rose up to her knees and rolled Maria onto her back.

Toni planted her face between Maria's legs and started to clean up her pussy, soaked and leaking with both of our juices.

As I watched the two women, I went to the video camera and quickly changed the tape, grabbing my digital camera also.

By the time I came back to the bed, they were on their sides in a tight 69, savoring each others pussy, Toni getting the extra added flavor of my cum.

I walked around the bed, taking pictures of the women from various angles, and then set the still camera down and took the video camera from the tripod.

I walked around some more with the video cam, zooming in and getting close-ups of both women with their faces planted in between each other's legs, with their tongues working away each other. From that angle, I also knew that the audio was going to be great. The passion between these two women was amazing, evident as they lovingly caressed each other with both hands and tongues.

As I walked around to capture Toni working on Maria's pussy, I caught her slipping two fingers into her tight little ass. Maria was close to another orgasm at that point, and Toni pushed her over the edge with her fingers sliding deep into Maria.

"Oh my god YES!" Maria cried as her body shook and she bounced her hips and ass. "Holy shit! Oh yeah!"

As she was coming down from her orgasm, Maria rolled away from Toni and lay flat on her back. I walked over to Toni and placed my re-hardened cock at her lips, and she took it in, swallowing my thick shaft with one plunge. I got a nice close-up of her deep-throating me as I looked down at her.

After she worked my pole over with her talented lips and tongue, and soaked it with her saliva, Toni let my cock fall from her mouth and raised her head.

"Are you ready to try this thing in your cute ass?" she asked, looking up at her best friend.

"Oh my god," Maria replied, gasping for breath. "I don't know if I can take it, but I'm sure willing to give it a try."

Toni looked up at me and asked, "How do you want her?"

"Let's keep her on her back, for now," I told her. "I know how beautiful you look when I slide into your ass, and I want to see her pretty face as I slowly sink my cock into her tight, virgin ass."

Maria moaned when I said that, and Toni said, "That sounds great."

"Why don't you work your magic tongue on her, while I coat my cock with some lube," I told Toni, as I grabbed Maria's ankles and slid her ass to the edge of the bed.

Toni eagerly jumped off of the bed as I placed the video camera back on the tripod, keeping it aimed towards the women, and I climbed on to the bed, and knee-walked over to Maria.

I leaned in to her, and whispered into her ear, "I want you to suck my cock, and get it ready for you. Then, I'm going to be slow and gentle as I slide into your tight little ass."

Maria gasped and moaned, and nodded her head as Toni kneeled on the floor between her legs. Placing my cock on her full lips, Maria flicked her tongue across the head, and then wrapped her lips around it, slowly taking me in.

Reaching up and wrapping her fingers around my shaft, she stroked me as she sucked on my head, moaning around my cock as Toni made her tongue dance around her tight rosebud.

When she had my cock hard and ready to go, I climbed off of the bed and walked over to the table where the bottle of lube was. 

I coated my cock in a good amount of lube, and stood there watching Toni flick her tongue along Maria's ass while I stroked myself. Maria was gasping and moaning, moving her hips and ass, while Toni rimmed my target.

Maria gasped loudly when Toni pushed the tip of her tongue into Maria's ass, and then Toni placed a couple of fingers at Maria's asshole. While she looked up at me, I squirted some lube onto her fingers, and she slowly slid them into Maria's ass.

Maria gasped again as Toni fucked her ass with her fingers, and soon she was pushing back against the probing digits.

"I think she's ready," she said, looking at my shiny, coated cock, stiff and hard in my hand. 

"Good," I told her. "Why don't you get on the bed with her and hold her?"

Toni got behind Maria and laid Maria's head in her lap, reaching down to softly squeeze her friend's tits while stood at the edge of the bed, placing Maria's feet against my chest. I slid my slick cock up and down Maria's slit, finally placing the head at her lubed asshole.

While I slowly moved my cockhead around Maria's virgin rosebud, Toni reached down and started to slide her fingers across Maria's hard clit and her wet slit. Soon, Maria's eyes were closed, and she was moving her hips and ass in rhythm with Toni's hand.

Toni slid a couple of finger tips into Maria's hot, seeping pussy, and Maria sighed and moaned. I started to slowly push the head of my cock against her tight ass, and Maria moaned louder.

I pushed a little harder, and I was able to get about half of my cockhead into Maria's ass. She gasped, and Toni started to lightly pinch her nipples while she stroked her clit faster.

After a couple of seconds, Maria was moving her hips again, and Toni looked at me and nodded. She slid her fingers deeper into Maria's pussy, and Maria started to moan again. I held tightly onto Maria's hips, and I gave her a quick, hard push, feeling her inner ring pop and expand as I slid the head of my cock all the way into her ass.

Maria yelped, and I felt her ass ring squeeze my cockhead as I stood still. "Oh my god!" Maria gasped. "Stop! Give me a second!"

"We'll take all the time you need," I assured her. "How does it feel so far?"

"Nice!" she breathed, as she took in a couple of deep breaths.

I waited a couple of seconds, as Maria got used to me being in her ass, and she soon started to move her hips again.

I started to slowly move my hips back and forth, getting my cock a little deeper every time, while Toni continued to play with her pussy and tits.

Soon, I had half of my cock in Maria's tight ass. Between my movements and Toni's stroking and pinching, Maria was gasping, moaning, and wiggling in all her enjoyment.

I started to stroke my shaft in and out of her ass, and Maria was moving with me. As she started to arch her back, Toni moved and leaned in to her and started to flick her tongue across Maria's nipples. 

"Ohhh!" Maria gasped as Toni sucked on her nipples and stroked her fingers along Maria's slit.

It wasn't long before I had most of my cock slowly sliding in and out of her tight ass. I was reminded of the first time that I fucked Toni's ass, and how tight she was. Because we didn't do anal that often, Toni still had a nice, tight ass, but there is still nothing like a virgin ass.

After a couple of minutes, I was able to bury my cock deep in Maria's ass, and she gasped and moaned when she could feel my pubes brushing against her asscheeks.

"Oh my god! I feel so full!" she moaned. "This is so good!"

When Maria started to grab onto the bed sheets and pull back against me, I slowly began to pick up a little speed with my fucking. It wasn't long before Maria was gasping and getting short of breath.

"Ohh! Ohhh!" she groaned. "Oh baby! That is so good! Fuck me! Fuck my tight ass!"

Holding her feet up in the air, I started to fuck her faster, sliding the length of my cock in her ass.

"Oh god! Oh my god, yes!" she cried. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum! Fuck me, baby! Fuck my ass! Make me cum with your big fat cock in my ass! FUCK ME!!"

I continued fucking her ass, holding her feet back while Toni stroked her clit and slid her fingers into Maria's pussy. 

Soon, Maria cried out, "Oh yes! Oh yeah! I'm cumming! Oh my god, yes!"

I heard Toni gasp, and I looked down to Maria's pussy. She was gushing her juices all over Toni's fingers while her hips bounced on the bed! Maria's ass was squeezing my cock, and her legs were shaking.

Maria's body stiffened and shook while her nectar continued to flow, coating Toni's hand and my cock.

"Oh my god!" she whimpered as I slowed down my pistoning. "Oh shit! That was intense!"

I pulled my cock back so that only my head remained inside her ass, and told Maria to roll over to her knees. When she was in position, without me saying anything, Toni slid on her back underneath her friend until they were in a 69.

I pushed the length of my cock back into Maria, and she yelped, as she felt Toni's tongue start to flick and dance around her clit. Maria then buried her face into Toni's pussy, and the two women were loving each other while I continued to fuck Maria's ass.

I felt Toni reach up and start to massage my balls as they swung back and forth, and I knew that I wasn't too far from reaching my peak.

I reached out and held Maria's head in Toni's pussy as I started to increase my speed again, and both women gasped and moaned.

I then held tight to Maria's hips as I pounded her ass, and the sight of her asscheeks bouncing and shaking, combined with the sounds of both women moaning and whimpering soon had me ready.




What Happens in Vegas...



Maria lifted her head from Toni's wet pussy and moaned. "Oh shit! I'm cumming again! Oh my god!"

Toni reached down and pulled Maria's face back to her pussy, and I felt Maria's ass start to squeeze my cock again.

It only took a couple of seconds before I felt my balls start to surge, and I slammed my cock deep into Maria's ass.

"Oh yes!" I bellowed as I felt my cock explode it's load deep into Maria's ass. "Oh damn! Yes!"

That felt so good, with Maria's ass spasming around my cock, and the sounds from Toni reaching her orgasm vibrating up through Maria's body, that I started to shake.

My body continued to buck and shake as I shot the last of my load into Maria, and I held tight to her body.

Finally, after a few seconds, Maria collapsed on top of Toni, and I collapsed on top of Maria. I slid my softening cock from Maria's ass and rolled over, and Toni and Maria wrapped their arms around each other.

After a few minutes, just before we all passed out from the combination of exhaustion and pleasure, I heard Maria ask, "When does Toni get to have you in her ass?"



What Happens in Vegas...



Author's Note: While this is an incest story this also has a gay component so if this offends you, you are warned.

* 

It was early spring, my Wife and I got a couple days off from work and we decided to head out to Las Vegas, NV for a well-deserved vacation. 

My sister and her husband live not too far from Vegas and so I called her and let her know we were headed in their direction and they both jumped at the opportunity to skip out from work and meet us there.

Perhaps I should take a moment to describe all of us...

My wife's family moved up to California from Mexico back in the 1940's and my wife and I met in college here in New York. I was hot for her the moment I saw her, with dark brown skin, large brown eyes, long straight black hair to her waist... 

It took me the better part of her freshman year to convince her to give me a chance, she was there to study and didn't want the distraction, but since then we've never been anything but completely in love.

My sister on the other hand went out west after high school and met up with her 'cowboy'. Dave is about 6'2, bond hair, and in good shape, you have to be to ride the rodeo circuit the way he does when he can. The rest of the time he either works construction or as a landscaper.

My sister and I are cut from different sides of the same cloth; there is no way we could be mistaken for not being related.

Both of us have blue eyes, a light boned build, and medium brown hair. My sister is just a few inches short and fifty pounds lighter, with her hair around her shoulders but otherwise she's the hotter, more female version of me, and I'm the 'dorky, but cute' male version of her.

I'm 5'8 160 pounds, I work a desk job so I'm not 'in shape' but I have managed to keep myself from getting over weight. My wife's friends have been know to describe me as good looking but not hot so don't expect me on any 'stud' calendars.

I'd decided that this trip my wife and I were going to splurge a bit so we got ourselves a full sized suite with an in room hot tub and a view of the strip.

My wife Monica and I got there a day ahead of my sister Jenny and her husband so we had the chance to get settled in, wander around a bit, and do some early drinking and gambling.

Jenny and Dave met us down in the casino of our hotel after they'd gotten themselves settled in theirs. 

I was at the black jack table when I felt arms wrap around my neck and kiss on my cheek.

"Hey there Mikey!" My sister said excitedly.

"Hey there little sis." I answered as I finished the current hand, collected my chips and got up.

"Hey Mike." Dave said reaching out his hand which I took in my mine with a quick hand shake.

"Where's Monica?" Jenny asked.

"She's working some slots over there, last I saw." I pointed in a general direction. 

The three of us made our way through the casino to where my wife was sitting. She looked up and smiled a huge smile and got up to give my sister and Dave a big hug.

"Drinks are on us tonight." Monica announced proudly.

"You do well honey?" I asked.

"Up $350, you?"

"Up $2.50." I answered with a grin.

"You suck." She said sticking her tongue out at me a playful manner that came out in her only when we were able to really get away from the grind.

"So where to now?" I asked.

"Let's just sit at the slots and get free drinks!" My sister said with a smile and a laugh.

We all thought this a great idea so we each take a slot of our choice and begin plugging in dollars and pushing buttons. 

My technique is to accept I'm not going to win, because I never win, so I try to lose at a slow enough rate to get as many free drinks as possible. My sister, wife, and Dave all expect to win and bid big either frequently or constantly. Somehow it seems to pay off a bit for them. 

2 -- 3 hours of this and we've downed several drinks each and have each had enough sitting in front of the electronic screens. So we begin wandering the strip to look at the sights, exploring the various casinos, and grabbing drinks as we go.

"So where are you guys staying?" My sister asked.

"We're at the Luxor." I answered.

"We've got a suite with a hot tub looking right out of the corner of the Pyramid!" My wife added excitedly.

"Too cool!" My sister responded. 

"Someone is splurging." Dave added with a laugh.

"Hey its our vacation and we're gonna damn well enjoy ourselves." I said with a bit of defensiveness.

"Besides it was free upgrade thingy." My wife interjected. "Wanna come up and see it?"

"Yeah!" My sister said quickly. "Got any booze up there?"

"Nah, just got in today." I said with a shrug.

"Then we'll stop by a liquor store on our way." Dave volunteered.

We continued our way back up the strip towards our hotel and continued chattering along the way. When we reached a liquor store Dave and I went in to make the purchases while the girls waited outside just watching the lights of the strip and talking girl things.

Once the purchases were made we finished making the trip up to our room. As I made drinks for everyone my wife gave the 'grand tour' of the two bedroom suite.

"Hey you wanna go in the hot tub, sip drinks, and look out on the strip?" Monica asked.

"Honey?" I asked uncertain.

"We don't exactly have swim trunks." Dave added.

" Oh don't be a big baby." Jenny said as she pulled her shirt off to accent the point.

Dave and I looked at each other and shrugged so I began drawing the bath as everyone else stripped and then my wife added various ingredients to the bath while I stripped like the others.

The four of us climbed into the tub and resumed conversation while enjoying the drinks and the view.

I've always loved the way my wife looks naked and in particular there is something especially erotic about seeing her in the bath that arouses me every time. 

Of course now there was the added complication of being in a bath with my sister and my brother. I was trying very hard not to stare at my sister's tits just covered by bubbles, but I also couldn't help but notice my brother-in-law checking out my wife.

I've never had a threesome let alone a more-some, and I've never done anything with another guy present, and I've never even considered my sister in a sexual context before but that night it was getting hard not to think about such things.

I then began to notice the tub sloshing a little bit back and forth. It took a moment to discover the source of water motion, but it was soon obvious.

My sister's eyes were glued on my wife's face whose eyes were closed. My wife was nearly imperceptibly moving back and forth and I was certain that if I looked under the water I would see my sister's fingers playing with my wife's pussy.

That thought took my semi-hard cock to instant full rigidity and nearly caused my eyes to pop out of my head and splash into the tub.

I began to lightly stroke my manhood beneath the water as my eyes remain glued on my wife and sister. Slowly my wife's movements became more exaggerated, her breathing became deeper, and faster as she quickly reached climax with my sister's ministrations.

Slowly Monica's movements slowed as she came down from her high and that is when my sister seemed to notice that both Dave and I were staring at them.

"I think you gave us away." My sister whispered with a smile.

"Couldn't help it, felt so good, Jen!" My wife said, her eyes still blissfully closed.

"Well then you won't mind returning favor for favor." My sister said with a bigger grin as she got up on the edge of the tub and grabbed my wife's hair and pulled her face to her clean shaven pussy. 

I watched in shock as I witness for the first time my wife licking the pussy of another woman. Never mind it was my sister, and I almost blew my load right then as my wife began to devour my sister's juices. Jenny locked eyes for a moment with me and I knew she knew I was stroking my meat beneath the water.

My sister's eyes half close as she pulled my wife's face tighter to her pussy even as she lifted her hips up to fuck my wife's face. 

I could hear my wife's muffled moans of encouragement as she continued to use her tongue to encourage Jenny's oncoming orgasm. 

Suddenly my sister threw back her head and screamed loud enough to nearly shatter every bit of glass in the entire hotel as her orgasm hit her and she came into my wife's eager mouth.

Slowly Jenny returned to reality and she opened her eyes with a knowing smile in both mine and Dave's direction and I looked over to see that he too was stroking his cock beneath the water.

Jenny then directed her smile at me and I flush a little embarrassed to be caught so aroused in the presence of my sister.

"You liked seeing your little sister cum?" She asked coyly staring down into the water at my rigid meat still grasped firmly in my hand.

All I could do is nod and get out a stuttered affirmative.

"Let us see how excited you are." My sister encouraged, motioning me to get out of the tub and sit on the edge.

In a numb, trance like state I got out of the tub and sat on the edge as my wife turns from my sister's vagina to watch me with a satisfied smirk on her face.

"Wow, you really are excited!" My sister exclaimed noting the rigidity of my hard-on slapping my abdomen.

"Why don't you continue what you were doing so we can all watch?" My sister asked, but it seemed more like a command.

I re-wrapped my right hand around my meat and slowly began stroking it up and down. My excitement is reinforced by the pre-cum that seeped thru my tip with every upward stroke. 

My sister and my wife's eyes were glued to my cock and this got me even more excited and my pace quickened slightly bringing more semi-clear fluid to my tip that I began to work into my shaft allowing my hand to slide more easily and thus exciting us further.

"Dave, help him." My sister said to her husband. 

My eyes widened in shock at what direction my sister had sent this but I was even more surprised as Dave, without any protest, moved closer to me and wrapped his own hand around my manhood and took up stroking it as I released it.

I'd never felt another man's hand on my cock. It is distinctly different from mine own, his hand having earned more calluses than my own, the feeling was in the opposite direction from my wife's smaller more delicate hand on my shaft. Still not sure what I thought about the whole situation but content to enjoy the sensations I simply watched as a hand other than mine stroked my cock.

"He can do that himself." My wife chimed in for the first time adding her input.

"Yeah, Monica licked my pussy, the least you can do is suck her husband's dick." Jenny said with a smile.

Dave looked over at his wife for a moment but didn't pause more than that moment before sliding the head of my cock into his mouth.

"Oh shit," Escaped from my lips from both the feel and the shock that he had gone for it.

Both of the girls smiled at my reaction and Dave just began to stroke the head of my cock with his tongue bringing yet more of my pre-cum to the tip and causing my hips to lift reflexively. Dave licked up my pre-cum before he continued to slide his mouth down my shaft.

He took nearly three-quarters of my entire length before he paused.

"Pretty good for your first cock, honey." Jenny encouraged.

"Yeah, suck my husband's dick!" Monica cheered softly as she climbed up onto the edge of the tub next to Jenny.

Both of the girls began touching their own pussies as they watched Dave go down on my cock. 

Dave began to slide his mouth back up my shaft, once again he took my head between his lips and gave the tip the full attention of his tongue once again it caused my hips to buck up into his mouth.

"Do it to him how you like me to do it to you." Jenny said as she pushed two fingers deep into herself.

Dave slid his mouth back down my shaft as his hands reached behind me to pull my hips forward, closer to the edge of the tub. I raised myself up enough to help with this and he rewarded me by using one of his hands to stroke my ball sack as he continued to move his mouth up and down my shaft.

The fingers of his other hand began to slide beneath my ball sack and I started to feel a slight but insistent stroking at my anus. 

Having never been anally stimulated before, this was yet another new and curious sensation that has me excited all out of proportion. I began to moan as I grabbed Dave's head and began to more insistently fuck his face.

Dave took this as encouragement and began to push the probing finger into my ass as he took more of my cock into his mouth until I was partway down his throat and his nose was buried in my pubic hair.

"Oh god yes!" Jenny cried out. "Finger fuck my bother's ass!"

"Suck his big fucking cock!" Monica added.

Dave began to suck hard on my manhood moving his head up and down with greater speed as his tongue tried to keep pressure on my under side. He began to work a second finger up my now hungry ass and as he rammed the two fingers home, deep into my ass, he touched something that set me off like never before.

I yanked his head down onto my cock forcing my meat down his throat as I came with a roar. I could feel my ass pulse around his fingers with strong muscle contractions that match the twitching in my cock. After the first spurt that must have shot all the way to his stomach he pulled his head back and sucked gently on my meat draining my balls into his mouth, even as he continued to shove his fingers in and out of my pulsating ass.

Both girls kept their eyes glued on the two of us men even as they continued stroking their sopping cunts. I vaguely recalled their own moans of orgasm mingling with my yell as I slowly came down from the ecstasy Dave had managed to take me to.

When my cock had given up its final spurt of cum Dave released both my ass from his probing fingers and my manhood from his hungry mouth. Completely drained I slid back into the tub.

"How was your first cock honey?" Jenny asked her husband as she came over to tongue kiss him and possibly swap some of my juices that were almost certainly still on his tongue.

"Awesome." Dave said as if in awe of what he'd actually done.

"What'd you think honey?" Monica asked as she slid back into the tub beside me.

"That was a fantastic blowjob." Is all I got out between deep heaving breaths.

"Of course, Dave is the only one not to cum and the tub is getting cold. Wanna move to the bed?" Monica asked.

"Yeah." We all seemed to say as one.

We all got out and it was clear that Dave was definitely ready for his turn as he stood there with a rock hard pole jutting out in front of him. 

His cock was a little smaller than my own, but not significantly so, so there wasn't enough of a size discrepancy to discomfort either of us.

"Mike, get on the bed." My sister commanded and I get on the bed and lay on my back.

"Time for you to repay my husband, on your hands and knees bitch." My sister said with a smile. 

Without argument I rolled over and got on my hands and knees going across the foot of the bed. 

"Fuck you look hot big brother." My sister said as she ran her tongue along the crack of my ass.

Dave came around in-front of me and offered his cock to my lips.

I paused only a moment as I realized I was about to touch another man's dick for the first time in my life, let alone suck on it. Without any further hesitation I gently took his shaft in my left hand and guided it to my lips that I moistened with my tongue with a previously unknown hunger to taste cock.

I reached my tongue out and licked the head of his meat eliciting a moan of need and approval. 

"Don't tease the poor guy." Monica said softly in my ear.

Emboldened I took the entire head into my mouth in a single gulp and Dave's hips reflexively jumped forward thrusting another inch into my mouth.

"Yes." I heard both girls hiss at once.

I began to move my mouth further down the shaft, wondering how much of his length I could take at once. Slowly I slid downward until I feel the tip of his dick pressed against the back of my throat and I almost gagged.

"Relax, you can take it all." My wife encouraged her face was nearly even with mine so she could get a close up view of me swallowing my first cock.

Slowly I continued further down, swallowing his meat allowing it to pass into my throat until my nose was buried in my brother's pubic hair.

"So fucking hot!" My wife said.

"My brother is such a cock whore." My sister added with a smile.

I slowly backed off keeping my tongue and lips tight to his shaft until only the tip was in my mouth, which I found liberally leaking pre-cum. With only a little trepidation I licked the juices from the tip, savoring the flavor, both salty and sweet, and making me hunger for more. I took the entire length back into my mouth and throat in a single downward movement that caused Dave to gasp.

Dave grabs the back of my head and began working his length back and forth between my lips. I relaxed into it allowing him to fuck my face with my only effort to bathe as much of his manhood with my tongue as possible and lick up as much of his juice that I can as his head passed close to my tongue tip.

I felt something cool poor down my ass and realized it was some sort of lotion as my sister began to work it into my ass. She easily shoved two of her dainty fingers into my already opened ass so she quickly added a third.

I was rocking between the fingers in my ass and the cock in my mouth for a couple of wonderful minutes and after my sister had her fingers easily plowing in and out of my ass she adds another dollop of lotion and then she steps away.

Dave withdrew from my mouth and I was unsure what exactly was happening even as Dave moved around the bed to come up behind me.

Dave lined his cock up with my ass and I felt a shiver of fear and trepidation mingled with excited anticipation run up my spine as I felt the head of his manhood touch my previously virgin back door. 

Dave grabbed my hips and slowly began to pull me back onto his cock. With far less pain than I expected his head entered me and he began plowing further forward into me as he pulled on my hips.

I slowly felt myself filled as more and more of my sister's husband entered me. I felt filled completely as he paused, so I was surprised when he continued to feed more of his cock into my ass, which continued to gobble up his meat. With a final thrust I felt his stomach pressed firmly against my ass.

I felt a sensation of excessive pressure deep inside my bowels that bordered on pain and I grunted slightly with discomfort as I felt a flush over take my entire body.

"You okay?" Monica asked leaning down to look me in the face.

I nodded, not quite sure myself, but feeling better as Dave began to pull back out and the pressure is released, but it is replaced with a strange sort of emptiness being left behind.

When all that was left inside me was his head he pushed forward once again pulling my hips towards him. I felt my own cock harden on this penetration and when Dave bottomed out the discomfort of the previous penetration was completely absent leaving only a combination of pleasure and need.

"You like it don't you?" Monica asked her eyes wide with astonishment and arousal.

I just nodded, unable to speak as Dave pulled back, my entire attention centered on those new sensations and feelings coming from my hyper-sensitive ass.

Monica moved away and I looked back to see her kneeling behind Dave, I couldn't tell if her attention was on his own ass or not but whatever it was she was doing Dave seemed to like it. As he pushed forward again his cock seemed to enlarge a little more than before and I felt even fuller as he filled my needy ass with his man meat. My eyes were closed and I could only grunt in excited appreciation.




What Happens in Vegas...



I felt the bed move and I opened my eyes to see my sister crawling beneath me.

"Lick you little sister's pussy!" Jenny demanded.

I quickly bent down to comply and am rewardedboth with her sweet nectar and a moan of pleasure as I ran my tongue along her lips.

Just as Dave finished pulling back until he is barely in my ass I hear my wife's voice. "Beg for the fucking you want!"

"Fuck me!" I begged shamelessly. "Please fuck my ass!" 

Dave slammed into my ass with greater force than before as I buried my face in my sister's pussy. 

As I began to tongue fuck my sister I felt her mouth engulf my rigid cock, swallowing the entire length as Dave's powerful thrust into my ass rammed my meat down her throat.

I groaned excitedly into my sister's cunt as I strove to use my tongue to excite her as her husband began a regular pumping motion into my cock hungry ass.

The excitement built quickly for all of us with this entirely new and unusual experience. Not surprising the only one of us yet to cum was the first to announce his impending orgasm.

Dave began ramming my ass with greater urgency for several powerful regular thrusts that caused my ass and cock to twitch in appreciation before he suddenly slammed home with his cock buried deep inside my ass and he let out a loud roar. 

I felt his cock suddenly swell and then twitch as it blasted the depths of my bowels with his warm man juices. The combination of the spasming cock buried in my pulsing ass, the taste of my sister's pussy on my tongue, and the feel of her mouth sucking greedily on my cock put me over the edge and I yell into my sister's cunt as I shot my own load down her throat.

My face was coated with a sudden gush of womanly fluids as my sister and wife both screamed their own orgasms out loud.

Spent, and not wanting to collapse on her, I rolled off of my sister allowing Dave's cock to pop free of my ass and my own meat to slip from my sisters lips. My sister quickly took her husband's manhood in her mouth lovingly licking him clean. 

My wife crawled between my legs and started by licking the last of my juices from my still leaking and twitching cock then she moved past my balls and began delving her tongue into my ass trying to get every bit of Dave's cum from ass.

Once the girls were satisfied with their clean-up efforts Dave and Monica moved to climb on the bed as Jenny and I shifted to make sure there was room for all of us.

The four of us drifted off to sleep in an unsorted naked tangle of bodies, now closer than ever before. 

A small part of my mind wondered as sleep took me, were there going to be regrets in the morning?



What Happens in Vegas...



This story is based on some partial truths, and it is up to the reader to decide for themselves what is true and what isn't. The characters in this story are at least 18 years of age, and their names have been changed to protect their identity.

That expression is becoming a little too cliché as of late, but I tell you what, it is so true. Let me tell you of the time I had in Vegas a few years ago. It was a special occasion for me and my wife to get to go away for a vacation. We had booked a week stay in one of the nicer fancier hotels on the strip. Being that is was the summer time it was also hotter than hell.

We had just flown into Vegas and were tired, but wanted to stay up a bit to adjust to the time change. We checked into our hotel, and were amazed by how fancy the room was. We decided to spend the rest of the day walking through some of the casinos throwing a few dollars around here and there. 

Let me describe ourselves to you. My wife is 5'10", 130 lbs, with red hair and green eyes. She has lost some of her girlish shape from giving birth to our child, but she is still one hot piece of ass. I on the other hand am 6'1", 225 lbs, with sandy brown hair and blue eyes. I have let myself go since leaving the athletic side of me behind a few years ago. Our sex life is great when it happens, and neither of us have any complaints in bed.

After having a light dinner we decided to head back to the hotel and go to bed early. After we showered and dried off, I was hard as a rock and wanted to have some hot sex. I started to kiss my wife's neck and then I moved to her ear. She has a few spots that are sensitive to stimulation and of course I was hitting every one of them. I moved her over to the bed and sat her down on the edge. I offered her my cock to suck, and boy did she ever. My wife took my cock into her soft hands and started to stroke me slowly at first to bring me to full hardness. When she placed the tip of her tongue into my piss hole I just about blew my wad, but she had a firm grip on my dick and wasn't going to let me cum just yet.

"Oh my God! Honey you are making me so horny. I am going to bust a nut if I don't cum soon." I grabbed two handfuls of hair and started to fuck my wife's mouth. She does not usually deep throat me but tonight I had her in a slightly better position for it. I fucked her deep into her throat and was making her gag. This did nothing but drive me on to the brink of orgasm. "Argh, ah, ah, ah. I'm gonna shoot honey." When I said that, she grabbed the base of my cock with a vice like grip, instantly stopping me from squirting down her throat.

"Hey look dear are your balls supposed to turn blue like that." It was true my balls were a nice shade of blue.

"Hey no fair I was about to blast off!"

"Max, I was trying to save your sperm for my hot cunt. I couldn't let you waste it just yet. Now come have some pie." I pushed her back onto the bed, and dove into her cunt. I licked her labia like there was no tomorrow. I sucked hard on her clit bringing moans to her lips. "God yes, that's what I like!" I started to stick one then two fingers into her sopping cunt. "Do it, finger me baby!" After several minutes I pulled those fingers out only to stick them up her ass. "Hurt me baby, you know I like my ass fingered." When I knew I had her ass loosened up I started her on my version of the Venus Butterfly.

I first put my pointer and middle fingers of my right hand back into her twat while at the same time shoving my ring and pinkie fingers up her ass. You let her get used to that feeling before doing the same thing with your left hand. Once you get four fingers up her cunt and four up her ass, then you cross your fingers together inside of her like you are praying to God. Well I guess for her it is praying to God, because as I started to move my fingers around and suck her clit all she could say was, "Oh Christ! Jesus, it is so good. God you are killing me. I'm cumming. I need to cum. Make me cum Max." With a few more strokes she was putty in my fingers, and exploded a huge load of female juice into my waiting throat. Every so often she will ejaculate her white creamy liquid into my waiting mouth and tonight was one of those times.

I never gave her a moment to come down after a huge orgasm. I moved swiftly and mounted her in one swift motion. Since I had loosened her up I bottomed out instantly. "Fuck me, Fuck me, Fuck me now." I slammed my cock deep inside her. Although I was close to cumming before, I held on while fucking her. I pounded her pussy for about 20 minutes before I let loose a huge torrent of baby makers. "So hot, I can fell your sperm washing my insides. Oh yes fuck me." 

I was not to be a one trick pony this evening. I fucked her, a second and third time non-stop. She must have had about a dozen orgasms. When I finally shot my third wad into we both fell to the bed and collapsed. My dick popped out with a loud sound. I saw my cum oozing out of her abused cunt. She instantly fell into a sex induced coma. I rolled over and started to drift off when there was a knock.

"Holá, Turn down service. Holá, Turn down service."

In walked the maid to turn the bed down for the evening. When she did not get a response she turned on the light in the bathroom and walked into the room. When she walked past the bathroom into the bedroom area she let a gasp as she saw the two of us naked on the bed with cum still oozing out of us. She did not turn and run like I thought she would, instead she walked closer to my side of the bed. I slowly opened my eyes to get a peek at my mystery guest. 

From her greeting and her looks, she was of some Hispanic origin. She was looking down at my semi-hard cock that was still leaking cum. She bent over and stuck her tongue out to taste my salty snack. I made my cock twitch when she touched it. The shock caused her to shift and in doing so my cock head popped into her mouth. I got hard instantly and grabbed a handful of hair to make her start sucking me. I had to have her head bob up and down on my cock so as not to wake my wife. Her mouth was warm and willing. She tongued the side of my shaft and sent shivers up my spine. 

With my free hand I reached up underneath her dress and found out that she was not wearing any panties. I started to finger her and she got wet quick. I could tell she was getting close to orgasm, from the feel of her cunt muscles contracting around my fingers. I too was close to cumming, but I did not want to cum in her mouth.

I removed her head from my cock and got her to straddle my monster. She was reluctant to get into bed with me, but I was insistent. I aimed my cock at her hole and started to push, but I was met with some resistance. I was determined to bust a nut into this hot Latina so I lifted her up and grabbed both of her hips, and in one swift powerful stroke I plunged my hardness deep into the maid's twat. She was super tight and I heard her wince in pain, I also felt something wet dripping down my cock, but I pushed it to the back of my mind. 

I started to fuck her slowly but very hard, so as to not wake my wife. After great sex my wife passes out and is very hard to wake up, but I did not want to take any chances. Since we were already close to cumming before we started to fuck, it only took a few nice hard strokes in this babe to shoot off. I did not warn her, I just filled her tight pussy with a gallon of hot sperm. I came, and I came some more. I felt her cunt twitching and saw that she had thrown her head back in pure ecstasy. I knew she was cumming hard on my staff of love, I could feel her juices washing over me.

What I didn't see was her hand in my wife's pussy. I turned my head when I heard my wife moan. I looked over at her and saw her squirm. The maid had her fingers in my wife and was giving her a nice wet dream. I had gotten soft and slipped out of the maid, but watching the side show got me hard again. It only took the maid a few minutes to get my wife to cum. When she did my wife said in her sleep, "Max stop. My cunt is sore and I'm tired. No more sex tonight, please." And with that she rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Phew, that was close."

Again not paying attention to the scene around me, I didn't notice the maid had her hand that was in my wife, lubing my cock up with my man-sauce and pussy juice. When she was satisfied she moved forward a bit and aimed my cock again. This time the sensation I felt was even tighter. I couldn't believe my luck. The chick wanted me to fuck her ass. After tapping my wife and nailing the maid, my balls ached and it took a long time to cum, but the maid seemed to like it. She was having multiple orgasms riding my hot rod. She leaned over gave me a hot passionate kiss, and then whispered into my ear, "Senoir, por favor. I have to get back to work. This has been mucho gusto for me, please cum in my ass now." Who am I to deny a lady? As soon as she sat upright to ride my cock one last time I ripped open her dress and pulled down her bra. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed her for all I was worth. I used her boobs too force her down on my dick harder and faster. Then it struck me. My balls exploded deep into her bowels and my eyes rolled back into my head. I pumped her for a good minute before passing out. 

If it was for the feeling of the maid pulling her ass off my cock I would have remained asleep. I lead her to the bathroom area to give her a kiss goodbye and to watch her clean up and get redressed. I was horrified to see that we both had blood in our crotches, but she just kissed me when she noticed my shock and said, "Graciás senior, I am no longer a senorita." She got down on her knees and licked her own blood off of my cock. She used a wash cloth to clean herself up, and took it with her. She kissed me one last time and left. Needless to say at that point I did finally pass out.

When the morning came, I was dreaming of the hot maid from last night. I had my typical morning wood, and I was dreaming she was sucking my cock. It felt so good and so warm. I then dreamt that the maid was stroking me with a twisting action that was priming the pump for a huge load to flow into her mouth. Hang on a sec, my wife uses that twist-pump action. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the back of my wife's head bobbing up and down on my cock. "Morning hun. Are we having breakfast in bed?" She didn't say anything but she started to suck harder. 

Well not to be out done I grabbed her leg and threw it over my body. I grabbed her ass and lowered her cunt to my face. I breathed in her womanly scent, and snaked my tongue into her twat. She started to moan and groan from my ministrations, and I was instantly rewarded with her first cum of the morning. When I make her cum in a 69 she tends to loss focus on me. Not today though, I had hook my leg over her head to kept her sucking on my cock. I pushed her a little further down and made her deep throat me. I was already close to cumming from her early work, but when I entered her pulsating throat I could not stop the impending rush of sperm from my wood. I hooked my other leg over her head, and fucked her mouth. I did not give her any warning I just let go, "God Damn, I'm cumming, arghhhhh!" She was made to swallow every ounce of my man-seed. When I was done I let her up for some air.

"Wow what got into you this morning? I nearly drowned from all that spunk of yours."

"Yeah well how can I resist a sexy woman like you who loves to eat 'Summer Sausage' for breakfast?" She rolled me over and spanked me several times on my ass. "Although I have been a bad boy mistress, I would like to get something real to eat." 

We got showered and dressed then we left the room. We had spent the morning at one of the all you can eats, and had a good breakfast. Life was good that day. We even took in an afternoon show. As I said earlier, it was hot that week, so we decided to hit the swimming pool. We headed back to our hotel room, grabbed our swim stuff, and headed down to the pool area. When we got there we entered the locker rooms to get changed. When my wife came out I was shocked. Normally she wears one piece suits, but today she was sporting the skimpiest two piece I had ever seen. We are not drop dead looking models, nor are we the fuggilest things you have ever seen either. So needless the say this suit barely contained my wife's 36C breasts. Her ass wasn't having any easier of a time staying in the bottoms as well. Well, my seven inch cock was immediately brought to life.

We walked around the very large pool area and we found a secluded area away from the main pool area with no one around. We put our stuff down and jumped into the main pool. As we splashed around in the pool, I would notice both guys and gals checking out my wife. When that occurred I would swim up to her and grind my rock hard cock into her pussy or between her ass cheeks. I would try to cop some cheap feels when I thought no one was looking. I said to her that she was making me horny, and her only response was, "Wait till this evening!" 

I was puzzled, what did she mean by that? Oh well knowing one thing about my wife is not to press the issue. At one point we got out of the pool so she could catch a tan. She asked me to lube her up, which I took my time doing. I would slowly apply the suntan lotion all over her smooth skin. I had fun kneading her ass. I 'accidently' squeezed too much into her ass crack, and with the pretense of trying to rub it in, I actually was able to slide two fingers down into her dripping pussy. This brought some moans from her and I smiled at the power I held over her. 

As I was doing this I told her to turn over. I lubed up her front, taking it even slower. Lucky for us we were in a secluded spot in the pool area so no one saw us. I was able to slip my hands under her top and in fact moved it off of her tits. I massaged her breasts, making sure to get them lubed. Her huge areola shrunk in to cause her nipples to grow to their half inch excited state. With my other hand I slipped it under her bikini bottoms and was fingering her without regard for our surroundings. 

So it was a surprise to me when I heard someone whisper into my ear if we would like something to drink. I looked up into the eyes of a tall blond waitress, who was wearing a short skirt. The two things that impressed me about her were her 40DD tits, and the fact that she had her hand under her skirt finger-fucking herself while asking me if we wanted something to drink. Not wanting to disturb my wife from the pleasure I was giving her, I whispered to the blond to get us a Bud and a pina colada. 

As I continued to finger my wife, so too did the blond waitress. "Oh God honey, that is making me feel real good. If you keep this up I'll make a mess of myself." My response was to shove three fingers into her sopping mess. "Ogh, ah, ah, ah, ho, ho, ha!" She was totally into this and didn't care who saw. In fact her moans were getting louder. Since her eyes were closed I was able to focus some of my attention to the blond. She had her skirt bunched up around her waist, and her panties pushed to one side. She was frigging herself with just as much abandon as my wife. I signaled for her to come closer, when she did I stuck my tongue up between her lips. She tasted sweet, and smelled of peaches. I was able to lick her for several minutes until my wife finally said, "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum, suck me Max, suck me now!" I had to remove my tongue from one twat, and stick it in another. When I sucked on her clit that was it for her, "Ohhhh so good, I am cummmmmmiinnnnnggggg!"

My wife passed out at that moment, and when I looked up the blond was convulsing in a major orgasm where she stood. To thank me she took her soaked fingers and shoved them into my mouth to clean her up. I eagerly did so and she went off to grab us some drinks. Needless to say the drinks were on the house the rest of the afternoon.

 Well anyway, after an afternoon of fun and excitement we went back to the room to get dressed for dinner. I put on some dress pants and a collared shirt. My wife on the other hand put on a short red dress that came up to just below her ass, and that showed off her ample cleavage. She wore black stockings and I'm sure they were attached to a garter belt. If that was not enough to get me hard, I saw that her nipples were poking through her dress telling me she was not wearing a bra. I gave her a big kiss and led her out of the room to the restaurant. 

On the walk to the restaurant my wife got several lustful glances her way, and I got a few lucky at-a-boy nods as well. Dinner was great and we had a few drinks and at least two bottles of wine. Needless to say neither of us was feeling any pain. During dinner I tried feeling my wife up and she kept rejecting my advances, saying "Not yet dear. I want to go, hick, dancing whic jew." After she was done slurring her words we left the restaurant and had the taxi driver take us to the most popular club.

When we entered the club it was jumping with all sorts of people and the music was loud. We danced for several hours, and drank some more. During a few dances some guys tried to grind against my wife, and she seemed to not mind one bit. One guy was even bold enough to reach around and massage her breasts with me dancing right in front of her. My wife let him have some fun for a song then she removed his wandering fingers. 

I was semi-hard at seeing her display, but I got harder when she turned me around. I was amazed to see a woman dancing behind me. She was slightly shorter than my wife, she had brown hair, and she too was wearing a short red dress. My wife unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She gave it a couple of strokes then gave me a subtle push forward. She held onto my cock as she moved me forward and as luck would have it, it was able to make it under the bottom of the hem of the woman's dress. My cock was now nestled up between her thighs. When she felt this happen she shifted forward a bit. This only made things worse, because when she moved my cock shifted up and back a bit and it seemed to have found a home. In a single thrust my cock was embedded up her pussy. 

As the music blared and the people bumped and grinded against each other my new 'dance partner' was also trying to dance or at least get off my cock. This was so intense that her movements were fast bringing me to orgasm. What really shocked me was to see my wife come around to the front of this woman and start to dance with her. She was in pretty close and was mashing her breasts into our new friend. When I saw my wife lower the top of the woman's dress over her boobs, and started to suck her nipples the woman's cunt started to spasm in her orgasm. My nut sack lost the battle. I erupted with a huge load of sperm into her unprotected pussy. I kept right on cumming for about a minute or so. When my wife saw the spent look on my face she kissed our friend, grabbed my hand, and led us out of the club, leaving the woman undressed and in a state of confused sexually bliss. As I looked over my shoulder I saw not only my sperm dripping down her leg, but another fellow moving up behind her.

We hopped into a cab and my wife surprised me yet again. "Hey cabbie I wants jew to finds me an adults sexy shop and a girlie-boy escort." 

"Yes ma'am," and off he drove to an all night sex shop.

"Maxie darling, go buys me a huge strap-on, pleeeaaassseee."

"Ok, hun." I entered the shop and found the strap-on section. I bought one that I felt would feel comfortable up my ass if she planned on using it on me tonight. It had a lock ring which allowed for different sizes to be used, and so I also bought a slightly larger model for her as well. I picked up some Astro-Glide, and a couple of porno's as well. The lady behind the counter gave me a knowing look, and also suggested some sexy lingerie to go with my purchases. She pointed me to some hot numbers. I paid for my purchases and left the store.




What Happens in Vegas...



My wife had passed out and the cabbie was waiting for me to enter. "Ok, I guess, we move on to part two."

"Yes sir." I noticed that my wife seemed to have some white crusty stuff hanging from her hair and around her mouth. I thought to myself either she blew the cabbie, or she passed out and the cabbie raped her mouth. He drove us out to a chicken ranch, on the outskirts of Vegas where the hookers are legal. 

"Here you go sir, él Rancho Camino, hottest chicken coop outside Vegas serving all types. That will be $100 dollars." 

"I am not paying you a single dime, and in fact you will wait for us here to drive us back to Vegas when we are done, or should I call the cops and tell them that you raped my wife? I see that you left you cum in her hair and around her mouth, I'm sure the CSI guys will have an open and shut case with the SAE Kit."

"I did no such...."

I cut him off when I reached for my cell phone, and dialed 911. "Hello 911. I would like to report a ....."

"Very well sir...." I hung up the phone, not having actually dialed. 

"Don't try to drive away. I have your name, cab and cabbie ID number written down." With that I woke my wife up and walked her to the door. I did not tell my wife about what the cabbie did to her. In fact I thought it was kind of hot to see her walking around with cum in her hair.

"Where are we Max?"

"Where do you want to be?"

"In bed."

"Well that's where we are."

We walked into the building and were immediately amazed at how plush everything was. It was overdone to the T. A madam walked up to us, "Hi my name is Mistress Crystal, how may I help you tonight?"

"My wife would like a girlie-boy to have a little fun with this evening."

"You might prefer Josh then. He is slim and trim, and he has a tight cute ass. He will provide all the pleasure you require." She pushed a button on a side panel, and out walked this lanky kid who looked no older than 20. He had a leash in one hand and a collar around his neck. He handed the leash to my wife and he led the way to a room upstairs. 

Before I turned to follow with the goodie bag, I whispered to Mistress Crystal if she could send a hot sexy exotic lady up in about an hour. She just nodded.

When I entered the room they made their way to, I saw that my wife was on her knees sucking Josh's small cock. He seemed to be no bigger than 4 inches. She had all of him in her mouth and was shoving a few fingers up his ass. He moaned with pleasure, but my wife stopped when she saw me enter. I handed her the bag, and she walked into the bathroom to get ready. 

I had started to take off my clothes, when Josh stopped and started to take them off for me. Before I knew it he had pushed me back onto the bed and swallowed my cock. Although I consider myself straight, this young tart had me hard in no time. He did a good job of sucking and stroking me to maximize my pleasure. I started to moan out loud. 

With my moaning loudly, we didn't hear my wife come back into the room, nor did we see that she had changed into the red corset with peek-a-boo nipples, garters, and black fishnet stockings. What was the big surprise she was wearing was the strap-on with extra large attachment and it was lubed up. She positioned herself behind Josh, and swiftly jabbed the rubber cock up his tight ass. I thought I was going to die, when the kid nearly bit my dick off, but he went back to sucking me in no time and made it feel better. Seeing my wife bang this kid was too much for me to handle and I erupted down his willing throat. "My lord here it cums! Suck it boy! Fuck yeah honey this tart knows how to suck a dick." I came once, twice, three times and was spent.

I pulled away to watch as my wife drove this kid into the bed. Her humping action was causing him to rub his cock against the bed. All I heard was the two of them grunting and groaning. Then I saw Josh stiffen up and I knew he was cumming on the bed. When that happened my wife started to seizure with her own orgasm. When she recovered she made him lick his cum off the bedspread. Seeing that he was still hard, she mounted the bed on all fours and told sissy boy to fuck her ass. He easily fit into her brown eye, and she purred like a kitten.

Well I needed some of this action and got up behind Josh and rammed my iron rod into his abused rear. The DP sandwich we had going did not last very long. I splashed deeply into his bowels, and my wife pulled him out so that he could sperm her ass. My wife lay flat out on the bed. I was not completely done with Josh. "Oh God honey, I drank way too much tonight. I really have to take a major leak."

"Well the bathroom is over there, Max"

"I can't make it there in time, if you know what I mean."

"Oh yeah, now that you mention it I have to go as well." My wife rolled over and grabbed Josh's head, and brought it to her pussy. When she did that I emptied my full bladder, and gave Josh a golden enema. He squirmed around, but to no avail. My wife let her pee fly right into his mouth and made him drink it all. The two of us must have peed for about two minutes into this poor guy. When I was done, I pounded his ass a little more making my combined juices leak out. I pulled out and told the kid to lick me clean. After he finished eagerly licking the scum off my cock I told him to get cleaned up. 

He left to use the restroom, and in a few minutes he was back. I then told Josh to head out and sent the next person in. My wife asked, "What next person, Max?"

In walked a short but lovely oriental lady, with long black hair. "Hi, my name is Kiko." She just disrobed and got on the bed. She started to lick my wife's twat, and this brought some more moans from her. My wife did not want to miss out on this opportunity, and made Kiko straddle her face into a 69. I sat down and watched the women lick each other for a few minutes until I was hard once again.

I was finally ready and hopped onto the bed. From the wonderful job my wife did at licking Kiko, her cunt was super juicy, and with a slight hesitation from being drunk, I found her slit and entered her easily. Kiko stopped lick my wife for a moment to say, "You one big boy, you split me in two. You must make wife very happy."

"Yes Max makes me quite happy indeed."

"Now I'm gonna make you happy as well." With my cock thrusting in and out and my wife licking her cunt, Kiko was outnumbered and could not last very long. She came around my cock and dripped woman sauce into my wife's waiting mouth. Her muscles were working overtime on my cock and not long after her I pumped what little man chowder I had left in the cannon up her hole. My balls contracted back up into my body and it literally hurt when I came. My wife was soon sucking out my cum from Kiko, and she finally orgasmed herself. We all collapsed on top of each other thoroughly exhausted. 

Kiko finally got up, put her robe back on and left the room. Mistress Crystal walked into the room and she sat on the bed next to us. She dipped her finger into my wife's snatch to get a taste of her, and she ran her other hand over my cock to scoop up some remaining cum to taste it as well. "I taste that you have had had a great time, unfortunately now comes the bad part, your bill...."

We paid, and we headed back to the hotel. The cabbie did not leave like I thought he might. He drove us back to the hotel and we went to bed. Morning was close to breaking and we decided to sleep in late that day. Needless to say our Vegas trip was only getting started....



What Happens in Vegas....



Note: This is one of those stories where only the names of the innocent have been changed to protect the depravity of our actions. Oh what a night… Please feel free to comment or send e-malt, and I hope it pleases you as much as it did us.

“What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!”

Jim hollered this loud and proud as the two of us drove our way to Las Vegas, the City of Sin. Fresh from college, Jim and I were on our way to see the third in our little band of Musketeers, Jeff, get married. The three of us met during our freshman year at the University of Colorado, eventually sharing a three bedroom apartment and four years of our lives together, including graduation. And now one of us was finally getting married. Jenny was her name and with Jeff, Jim and I (my name is Joshua), she supplied one more “J’ in the lineage of our extended family. We three guys had more than our share of fun over the years, with Jim and I remaining roommates, and one was finally settling in. 

“I still can’t believe Jeff is getting married,” I stated.

“Yeah, but he’s been with Jen in Vegas for two years now, so it’s not that surprising. Besides, she’s got a hell of an ass,” Jim shot back. 

Jim was right about that. We both laughed as we shared the time we were still all roommates and we came home to the loud screaming of Jen in the throes of a great pounding by Jeff in his bedroom. Jim and I were drunk and horny from getting teased without any success towards getting laid at the local bar when we stumbled in and heard “fuck me with that massive cock!” and other guttural pleasures from Jeff’s sweet suburban girl. 

Jim and I closed the front door, giggling like thirteen-year-olds who just found a porno mag, and snuck down the hall towards Jeff’s bedroom. His door was slightly ajar and we peeked in. What a sight! Jenny was on top of Jeff with her back towards us. Her tanned skin was moist with excitement causing her long blonde hair to gather in sections of sweaty strands, all of them pointing towards the most amazing, tiny, round ass I had ever seen. The smooth white outline of a thong bathing suit from many days in the sun guided my eyes further down to where her ass cheeks were clenching and unclenching as she ground herself back and forth on what looked to be about six inches of really thick cock. 

After several minutes of this, I looked over to Jim who’s face looked like what mine must have. His mouth was open and his eyes were heavy with lust. He turned towards me and we both caught ourselves and laughed as we looked down and saw we were both unconsciously rubbing our own crotches. Just then, Jen screamed loudly. We both turned back and saw Jen shivering from her orgasm, her ass clenched tight. Jeff responded in the only way possible, he thrust himself up as high as he could and unloaded his cum deep inside her. With his toes curled tight, Jeff grunted twice more, spurting his seed deep, then let out a long breath as Jen finally unclenched her pussy and laid down onto his chest. As she did, his cum drained from her pussy and dripped down his quickly softening cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off that thick white stuff and the couple of soaked curly hairs surround her pussy lips. I had never been one for creampies, but I wanted nothing more than to plunge my cock deep in her pussy and feel that liquid warmth. 

Jim moaned and I looked back to see his crotch was soaked from cumming in his pants. 

“What the fuck?” Jen screamed.

Busted. I turned back to see Jen pulling covers over herself as Jeff stumbled out of bed, his soft cock glistened and flopped around, sending a string of cum towards the floor. She was pissed, but as Jeff came to the door he saw Jim’s wet crotch, then looked back to me and winked with a smile as he closed the door. Jim and I laughed hysterically and headed to our respective bedrooms. 

We continued to laugh as we drove into the parking lot for the Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. We checked into the self parking, then got our room keys at the front desk. As always, the Mandalay was packed with gamblers and visitors of all sorts, and my crotch was responding to the short skirts and cleavage on display around every corner. It had been six months since my girlfriend and I had broken up, and my left hand had been my only date since. The drive had taken longer than we expected, so we only had time to toss our things into our room and a quick shower before heading back down to the wedding rehearsal dinner. 

We got there just in time. Jen looked great as always, her hair still long and those big baby blues sparkling towards her soon-to-be-husband. Jeff, with his dark hair and equally dark complexion looked good as well. Hugs and introductions went all around. Jim and I were a bit disappointed by the lack of decent looking single women, but we still flirted to help pass the time. One lady in particular caught my eye. She was about forty, with short dark hair, very small breasts, and a round butt that was perfectly complimented by the short skirt she wore. Her name was Michelle and she looked a little aged by the desert weather, but also had the twinkle in her eye that made me think there was some interest. Unfortunately, her husband stood by her most of the time so I figured there was no chance of anything from her. His name was Tom, and he stood about six feet with a healthy two hundred pounds to his frame, to my one-seventy, long blonde-haired surfer build. 

Being merely ushers to the event, Jim and I finished the rehearsal and skipped out early on the dinner, preferring to take in a strip club and see some flesh before the next day’s festivities. We stopped in the first one and dropped a couple hundred bucks on some lap dances, then headed off to a bar to get some drinks and hopefully a date or two. A couple hours later, with no success at the bar, we decided to stop into another strip club for one last round before heading back to the hotel. 

The place was hopping with people and strippers of all shapes and sizes. Jim chose a stunning blonde with massive fake breasts for his lap dance, while I chose a slim brunette with natural handfuls for mine. Jim and I were led to the upstairs area, dropped our money on the table and let the ladies do their job for the next three songs. In the middle of the second song, the brunette was bent over in front of me, with her thong pulled tight and letting me gaze at her stunning ass when I looked over her and saw none other than Michelle enjoying a lap dance from a slender blonde with large breasts. Her husband Tom was sitting nearby watching the two girls enjoy each other. The stripper was facing Michelle and on her lap. Michelle’s hands were lightly rubbing up and down the strippers thighs as they ground their crotches together. Every couple of movements, the stripper would press her breasts towards Michelle’s face and I could see that Michelle was in pure lust. 

The stripper got up and turned around to give Michelle a close-up of her ass just as mine lowered her ass towards my crotch. Michelle happened to look up at that moment and we caught each others eyes. There was a moment of embarrassment , but then she licked the palm of her hand and gave the stripper a hard slap. This prompted the girl to angrily stand up and face her, but Tom just tossed another round of twenties on the table and everything was immediately fine. 

Unfortunately the song ended then and I was out of money. The girl who gave me the lap dance immediately lost interest and left. Jim’s lap dance had already grabbed his money and was walking away, leaving him to mumble incoherently in his drunken state. I grabbed Jim and we headed out. I told Jim about Michelle being in the bar, but he didn’t see her because he was paying too much attention to the butt in front of him, like I should have been doing. In the hotel room, I wanted to masturbate, but with Jim in the bed nearby, I had to toss and turn without tossing what was turning in me. 

The next day was the usual frenzy of activity that a wedding brings about. The morning full of pictures, the afternoon ceremony on the patio of the Mandalay with plenty of tears and happiness, then a brief break, until finally the party began just after sundown. 

The cocktails were flowing freely and pretty soon Jim and I were sloshed and dancing with every grandma and single woman that wanted to. Jim, with his Latin blood and matching looks, did perform a spicy little salsa number with a gorgeous Japanese woman, but other than that, we just enjoyed our drinks and the happiness the couple deserved. 

Exhausted after a few upbeat songs, the mood settled with a slow number and I headed to the bar. I ordered a rum and coke, and while waiting for it to be served, felt a hand running along my arm. I turned and saw Michelle standing next to me. Up close, she was definitely a little beaten by the weather, but the dress she wore showed her body to be even more amazing than I had previously thought. The dress was one piece, black, with little straps over her shoulders. The plunging neckline revealed she was wearing no bra, and the slit up the side showed perfectly smooth lean legs, ending with an ass that was tight and round.

“Nice arms. I figured you worked out the way you were holding onto that woman on the dance floor,” she said.

“Is this where I say, ‘I’m here to pump you up’,” I replied in my worst Arnold impression.

She laughed loudly, almost too loudly. Her swaying manner mixed with the smell of alcohol on her breath was a strong combination on my senses. I looked around for Tom when she stepped in closer. 

“Would you like to pump me?” she whispered. Then she touched her hand on my arm again, giving it a squeeze as she did so.

Shocked and not sure if I was hearing correctly, my drink arrived just in the nick of time. Unfortunately, so did Jim. 

“Hey buddy, did you see that sweet little number?” he muttered, half drunk himself. 

He was standing on the other side of Michelle, and leaning in, smiled. 

“Well, hello there. Weren’t you the mystery women in the club last night that Josh was talking about?”

“I was enjoying what a man can’t give,” she teased. 

She moved a little closer to me, with her hip snug against my crotch. Jim leaned in closer, his crotch against her other hip. 

“There are things a man can’t give, but maybe two can take care of you,” he teased back. 

“Or possibly three?” she huskily whispered. By now, her hip was definitely rubbing against my growing crotch, and Jim’s as well. I looked down her neckline and caught a glimpse of her rock hard nipples and wanted nothing more than to put my hands on her itty bitties, but was panicked that her husband Tom would come flying up in a rage at any moment. Jim was starting to rub her belly and things were heating up uncontrollably when she finally broke the moment and stepped out from between us and started walking away. Jim and I stood there for a moment, smiling to each other at yet another strike out for the weekend, when Michelle stopped and looked over her shoulder at us coyly. 

“Are you coming?” she asked.

“What about Tom?” I asked back.

“He’s already at the elevators waiting for us.”

Jim and I looked at each other once more, then with a shrug of our shoulders, followed Michelle out towards the elevators. Actually, all three of us were more stumbling than walking, but we made it just the same. At the elevator, Tom was standing there with a big smile on his face. Michelle walked up to him and gave him a deep kiss. 

Breaking free, she turned toward us and said to Tom, “I hope you don’t mind, but these two boys would like to join us upstairs for a drink.”

Tom smiled and told us he was more than happy for us to join them. On the way up the elevator, Tom did a great job of helping us with our discomfort by explaining that after twenty years of being together and two kids, they found that they enjoyed bringing others into their bedroom to spice up their sex lives. Michelle had stated that she always wanted to try three men, having been in several threesomes in the past, and she hoped that Jim and I wouldn’t mind joining them. 

Drunk as we were, we nodded as politely as we could and entered their room. They had a one bedroom suite on the upper floors with a great view of The Strip. Tom went to the minibar and came back with a round of drinks. The four of us stood in the living room and toasted the evening to come. We all chugged our drinks, then Michelle turned on the radio and turned down the lights so that we only had the lights of the city streaming in, which were more than enough to see everything perfectly. She told Jim and I to move the coffee table to the side and sit down on the couch, which we did while Tom served us all with another round of drinks. Then she did a slow dance in Tom’s arms in front of both of us, sucking on Tom’s fingers as she did so. She was licking and sucking as if his fingers were tiny cocks, making eye contact with Jim and I on each suck. I don’t know what Jim was going through, but my cock was rock hard and about to explode. 

Tom moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders, then Michelle got on her knees and crawled towards Jim. She turned and asked Jim to lower the zipper. He did as he was told, pausing to kiss her lightly on the shoulder. Michelle then crawled back towards Tom and undid his pants. He got naked and stood before Michelle’s kneeling body. His cock was semi-hard, but looked to be about eight inches and pretty thick, much bigger than me. 

He turned to us and said, “Tonight is going to be a lot of fun, but there are a couple rules we need you to follow.”

Michelle stood up, leaving the dress on the floor. She was completely naked, and shaved smooth. One of her hands reached up and played with her nipples while the other grabbed on to Tom’s cock, slowly stroking it, as he gave us our instructions. 

“First, there will be no kissing on the lips. My wife and I are in love already, what she needs is a thorough fucking. And second, you will wear condoms,” Tom pointed to the nightstand on each side of the couch where several condoms lay, “whenever you enter her pussy, understand?”

Jim and I nodded our understanding. With that, they both smiled, then Michelle said, “What are you boys waiting for? Get naked so I can see what I’m going to be fucking.”

Jim and I couldn’t get out of our clothes fast enough. I stood up and stumbled out of my pants and started falling when Tom caught me and stopped me from hitting the floor. We all got a chuckle out of that one as I sat back down. Jim and I were fit from several years of biking and rock climbing, and Michelle seemed to approve of my seven inches and Jim’s six, both rock hard.

Michelle leaned over and gave each of our cocks a tug in each hand which almost sent me over the edge, then turned back to Tom, lowered to her knees, and in one swallow, took him completely in her mouth and down her throat. I had never seen someone do that before and felt my cock tighten to the bursting limit. I kept my hands away from myself, not wanting to touch my cock for fear of cumming and noticed that Jim was slowly stroking to the scene before us. Michelle worked Tom in and out of her mouth a couple more times until he became hard enough that he was pointing towards the ceiling. 

He then pointed to us and said to Michelle, “Time to share.”

She crawled sexily towards us. Kneeling up, she put a hand on each of our cocks and started stroking us in unison. 

“Uh-oh, looks like Josh here is about to cum too quickly,” she purred. 

I was doing my best to hold it in, but the pre-cum was leaking everywhere and I was only moments away from spurting everywhere. 

“He’s young Michelle, I think you’ll be able to get him going again with no problem,” Tom replied.

“Is that so.” She took her hand from Jim’s cock and placed it on my balls, massaging them as she did. Then she stuck her tongue out and slowly licked up the shaft from the base to the tip, then backed away, allowing a string of pre-cum to dangle in the air. The string broke and attached to her chin as I grew faint.

“If I let you cum, will you be able to get hard for me when I need you?” she asked.

“Yes.”

Another lick, “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Then what do you want me to do?” she whispered huskily.

I looked towards Tom who encouraged me to be as nasty as I wanted.

“I want you to wrap your lips around my cock and let me cum,” I blurted out.

Without hesitation, she did just as she was told and I came in thick streams into that warm inviting mouth. She didn’t swallow any of the cum, letting it shoot into her mouth, then dribble down my cock as she worked it into the shaft with her hands. She kept her lips and tongue moving until I was completely drained, then with a loud smack of her lips, sat back up and moved over to Jim. Jim had much better control than I did as he leaned back into the sofa and watched her perform her oral talents on his member. Tom motioned for me to stand up so he could sit down and enjoy her oral talents as well.

I stood there for a moment, watching the back of her head moving down and around Jim’s cock, then over to Tom and back again. How Jim was holding back the stream of cum, I’ll never know. My eyes traveled from Michelle’s bouncing head to the slight arch in her back as she remained kneeled over in doggie position. I had a perfect view of that ass, only this time it was without the dress on it. She had tight cheeks and was slightly spread, showing a completely hairless pussy, with perfect unfolded lips, and what looked to be a very tight pucker above it. 

She stopped her sucking for a moment, and looking back towards me said, “I could use a little attention there,” before continuing with her back and forth sucking between the two cocks in front of her. Her ass waved once, and taking my cue, I got down on my knees, placing a hand on each cheek, spread her slightly, then leaned forward and slowly buried my tongue to the hilt in her pussy. Michelle moaned on Jim’s cock as she arched her back more to give me greater access. She smelled clean, and tasted as if she had freshly washed. 

I licked up and down, pausing every now and then to rub my fingers on her clit while tongue fucking her. Tom had begun to pinch and play with her nipples and before long, her body began to shudder with her first orgasm of the evening. She moved her mouth off Jim’s cock at the same time, just as he began to spray thick streams of cum into the air and into her hair while she squealed and convulsed. 

Tom then stood up and asked me to move aside. He grabbed at the base of his cock and without hesitation, drove himself deep inside her pussy with one stroke. He wasn’t wearing a rubber, but then again, he was her husband. Michelle gasped at the penetration, prompting Tom to lean forward with his hands and push her face into Jim’s balls. 

“You’re not done taking care of our guests, now be a good cumslut and lick these two clean,” he ordered. 

I watched him for a moment as he drove himself in and out of her moist pussy with long deep strokes, while pushing her head forward and continuing to encourage her licking of Jim’s balls and cock. I got up and sat down next to him and waited for my turn. 

Michelle opened wide and I felt the warmth of her mouth as she swallowed my entire cock. Jim sat there with a smile on his face, his semi-erect cock glistening from her saliva, drinking his rum and idly watching Michelle move back and forth on my shaft with Tom pushing himself deep into her pussy. Her mouth was amazing and it only took a few minutes before I was rock hard. She moved her tongue to my balls while stroking the shaft with her hand when Tom started picking up the pace, really slamming it home. 

Tom was getting nastier as he rammed her faster and faster, calling her a “cum slut” and his “gangbang queen” to which she responded by pushing back with each stroke and telling how much she loved the taste of our cum mixing in her mouth. She started to really squeeze my cock to the point of being painful as she rode another orgasm, which in turn sent Tom over the edge. He grabbed her hips with both of his hands and pushed himself deep into her pussy with one last stroke, holding her there and shaking with each spurt he buried deep inside her. Michelle’s body continued to shiver until her hand stopped squeezing my cock and she started to relax. 




What Happens in Vegas....



Jim and I looked at each other, smiled, and got ready for round two. Tom moved away as Michelle stood up, took a deep swallow of her drink, then prompted all of us to join her in the bedroom. Michelle guided Jim to sit at the head of the bed, then she lay down on her stomach, lifting herself up by the elbows to better suck on his cock and massage his balls. She wiggled her ass as invitation and I put on a condom and scooted myself up until I was behind her, enjoying the best view in the house. 

Some of Tom’s cum was leaking out of her pussy, and I could only remember that day I wanted to dive into Jen’s cum-filled pussy. I grabbed onto the shaft and guided myself into the warm stickiness waiting for me. I moved the head forward and against her folds, then placing my hands on each ass cheek, spread her open and glided in. Her pussy felt unbelievable. Tom’s sperm was a thick warm lubricant that began to foam slightly as I worked myself back and forth into her freshly fucked pussy. I alternated between watching her suck on Jim’s semi-erect cock and the lathering my cock was making when I slipped out of her moist passage and slid between those perfect cheeks. 

I grabbed myself, and guided the head back towards her pussy, smearing Tom’s sperm over her rosebud in the process. Michelle moaned when I did that, but I wasn’t sure if it was because of my cockhead against her ass, or Jim’s taste in her mouth. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I deep stroked her pussy a couple times, then purposely slid out again, smearing more of her’s and Tom’s juices around her anus with the shaft of my cock. I sat up, grabbing hold of my cock at the base, then guided my cockhead back towards her pussy, pressing firmly against that tight pucker. Each time this happened, Michelle moaned and slightly arched her back. I also noticed that her pucker was starting to relax a little and thought I had started to slide the head in on one passing. 

Feeling more daring, I slid out once again, only this time, when I guided my cock towards her pussy, I stopped at her asshole and slightly pushed forward. The head went about halfway in and Michelle moaned a little harder. I didn’t know what to do. On the one side, if there are multiple cocks and one girl, every male knows anal is at least going to be contemplated, but neither Tom nor Michelle had said anything about fucking her in the ass. 

As if reading my mind, Tom leaned in from watching Jim and I work our respective ends of his bride and whispered into Michelle’s ear, “Are you ready to be used?”

Michelle unwrapped her lips from Jim’s cock long enough to utter a “yes,” then guided Jim all the way down her throat. Tom looked at me and smiled. 

“She’s all yours boys, do what you want.” Then he grabbed his drink and went into the other room. 

I looked over at Jim and we couldn’t believe our luck. Here we were, two guys who couldn’t even get the interest of strippers in Vegas, were just handed a woman to do whatever we pleased. I didn’t hesitate any longer. With my cock sticking straight up, I took a big gob of the juices from her pussy and worked my thumb deep into her ass. Michelle responded by arching her back more, which opened her up for me to do the same motion several more times to loosen her up.

Finally I grabbed my cock by the base and pushed deeply into her pussy to get it soaking wet, then took it out and started pushing the head of my cock into her now lubed ass. Jim had taken his cue and had gotten into a better position so that he could hold the back of her head and face fuck her. I pushed harder, and the head made it through the first ring of muscle. Michelle squealed and I held my place as best I could with Jim still shoving his cock deep into her mouth. Tom came back into the bedroom, holding had a large bottle of liquid lube. I pulled out of her ass and Michelle sprung up and moved to the side of the bed.

“If you’re going to fuck me right, then I might as well get comfortable,” she joked. 

She positioned a couple pillows, then leaned over the side of the bed, ass high in the air, and pulled Jim down until his swaying cock was directly in front of her. She immediately gobbled him all the way in, forcing him to sigh loudly as Tom liberally lubed her ass and pussy, alternating where he was pushing his fingers into, and handed me the bottle to soak my cock. I squirted a bunch of the lube on my condom covered cock, not caring about how messy I was, then watched as Tom removed his two fingers he had buried into her ass. He placed one hand on each cheek and spread her wide for me as I moved forward and pressed my cockhead back in. This time it went in much easier, the rings stretching and allowing me to enter. She wiggled a little bit in possible discomfort, but Jim only responded by sitting up higher and forcing his cock deeper into her throat. Tom prompted me to continue and with a long deliberate push, I worked all seven inches in. Michelle groaned loudly around Jim’s cock when I was buried all the way in. I stopped there for a moment as Tom released her ass cheeks and gave each one a gentle slap. Jim kneeled up, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth as he did so, and all three of us admired how great her ass looked with my cock in it. 

“You’re really in her ass aren’t you?” Jim asked.

“All the way, and it is so tight,” I replied, sliding my cock back and forth an inch or so to show him. The ring of her anus was so snug, it slightly pulled back before letting go of my cock with each backward pull. Jim and Michelle both moaned as I did that. 

“Wow Josh, every time you move, her throat relaxes so I can get all the way in and those moans send shivers up my cock,” Jim stated.

Michelle pushed Jim back and removed his cock from her mouth to rest her head on the bed for a moment, breathing out loudly as she did.

“It’s so fucking big, and feels so fucking perfect,” she uttered.

“My cock is too big for her tiny ass, and it usually takes a lot of time for me to get it into her like you are. But it feels great doesn’t it?” Tom asked.

I had to admit that it was great. But greater still was how tiny her ass was, making my cock look even bigger when I slid it out and back in a couple inches. Michelle opened her mouth to gasp again, prompting Jim to put himself back into her mouth. 

Tom began to encourage us as he moved up and sat on the side of the bed, stroking Michelle’s hair, and reaching under her to caress her nipples. He was nonstop telling her how sexy and beautiful she was as Jim and I picked up the pace. Soon enough I was deep stroking that tight ass, moving all the way out until just the head remained inside those rings, then slamming all the way up to my balls. Jim was doing the same to her face until we got a rhythm going where my cock was going out as his was going in, and vice versa. Michelle started to tense up from our movements, which only caused the friction to become greater. Jim and I kept slamming in a slow measured pace until Michelle’s body violently shook, as another orgasm took over her body. 

The squeezing of her ass cheeks and sphincter muscles were becoming too much until finally I pushed as deep as I could, forcing my cock deep into her bowels before pulsing and releasing what felt like a gallon of cum into the condom. Jim pulled his cock out of her mouth and let us both shudder and shake in our orgasm until we were both spent. 

I withdrew my cock from her ass with a loud plop, and took the condom off, dripping cum everywhere on the floor as I tossed it into the trashcan. I came back and noticed that Jim had a look of awe at what he had just seen. My cock surprised me by staying rock hard and I came back to the bed, only to have Michelle make me sit where Jim just was. She motioned to Tom to sit by her as well and talked dirty to him as she licked and cleaned my cum off my cock. Tom was masturbating and I could see his cock was hard. Jim announced that he had never fucked a woman in the ass before and asked if he could have a turn. Michelle barely said, “yes,” before Jim ran out of the room and hurriedly put the condom on his cock. 

He started to guide himself towards her ass, but Michelle stopped him and told him to lube up or he might hurt her. I laughed out loud, then started to sit up so I could face fuck her the same as Jim had just done. Lubed and ready to go, I reached over, pushing myself deep into Michelle’s mouth, and grabbed onto her ass cheeks, spreading them for my roommate. Jim smiled and holding onto his cock by the base, pushed himself all the way inside with one stroke. Michelle moaned and the vibrations from her throat felt incredible against the sensitive skin of my cockhead. I let go of her ass and leaned up, giving her a breath of air. 

She pulled her mouth away, as a string of saliva and cum hung between her lips and my cock. She started to say something, but I couldn’t resist the picture and told her to hold her tongue steady as I smeared my cock head on it, wiping the juice off. Michelle slurped loudly and looked up at me as she licked her lips. Her weathered face was hungry with desire. She may not have been the best looking girl on the block, but that body combined with her lust more than made up for any deficiencies a person could find. 

“Tastes good,” she purred.

Jim was still holding himself deep in her ass when Tom started to spank each cheek in a slow rhythm. 

“Ooh, have I been a bad girl?” she laughed.

“Well these boys still have hard cocks, so I don’t think you’re doing a good enough job,” Tom replied. “What do you think?” he asked us.

Jim and I didn’t quite know how to respond, other than to say that she felt great.

“Yes, she feel great, but what she needs is a good healthy fucking. Now Jim, fuck that ass, I can tell it’s killing you to sit still. Go on, she can take it.” Tom slapped her a little harder to prove his point and I felt her warm mouth envelope me down and into her throat once again. 

Jim and I shrugged at each other and without remorse, went for it with everything we had. She wanted us to fuck her, he wanted us to fuck her, so who were we to refuse. Jim grabbed hold of her hips and fucked her hard in the ass. His balls made loud slapping sounds against her pussy lips in between Tom’s hard slaps on her rosy cheeks. Caught up in the moment, I grabbed on to a handful of her hair, feeling the moistness, and started to fuck her mouth. 

We had no rhythm for the next thirty minutes, preferring to just use and abuse the respective body parts we had at our disposal. Tom moved his hands around from slapping her ass, to reaching under and pinching her clit and nipples while I alternated between grabbing the back of Michelle’s head and holding myself deep down her throat, to just plain fucking her mouth like I did her ass. A couple times I pulled out of her mouth completely and had her hold her tongue out and lick my balls, which she did with gusto. Every now and then I looked up at Jim who was also enjoying himself to the fullest. After a while, Jim asked Tom to hold Michelle’s ass cheek apart as Jim put his hands on his own hips, so we could all admire his six inches thrusting in and out of her well-used ass. I pulled myself from her mouth so I could admire from a better angle. Michelle furiously rubbed her clit and we all watched as her body shivered with another orgasm. 

In a moment of utter depravity, I ran to the other room, and grabbed a condom. Once it was on, I lubed myself up, squirting more on her ass as I did so, and with Tom spreading her wide, Jim and I then began to take turns abusing her ass even further. Jim would shove all six inches in, stroke three times, then pull out and step aside as I stepped in and shoved all seven of my inches in with one stroke. I may have been longer, but Jim was definitely thicker with a head that was huge. This point was made clear when Jim decided to open her up by using just the head of his cock going in and out of her ass several times, proud of the fact that her pucker was beginning to take longer and longer between our strokes to close. Then she had another orgasm that sent her clawing at the bed covers before basically collapsing onto the bed and relaxing completely to our carnality. 

Tom moved his hands back to her nipples, prompting Jim and I to each take a cheek in one hand, and our cocks in the other, thereby allowing us to each take turns plunging in and out at will. We grunted with complete abandon, utterly abasing ourselves with this woman’s perfect ass, doing our hardest to make sure she would never walk again. We even got out of sync at one point with both of us pushing towards her ass. We contemplated trying to shove both our cocks in at the same time, but we weren’t long enough for that particular stunt. 

Tom moved off the bed, and with cock in hand, asked if he could have a turn. Jim stepped aside and took Tom’s position on the bed, spreading those cheeks as wide as he could. Tom grabbed the lube and squirted it generously over his rock solid eight inches and over her swollen and stretched rosebud. Then, almost gently, he pressed forward and slowly shoved that thick monster into her. Michelle gasped and rubbed her clit harder as Tom continued to push until he was buried all the way in. 

“Nice job boys, she’s all loosened up for me,” Tom grunted as he slowly slid out then pushed roughly back in. Before long, he stood up as Jim had earlier, hands on his hips and proudly watching his cock glide in and out of her ass. This was like having our own personal porno on hand, and the smallness of her ass made Tom’s cock look massive at it stretched, pushed, and pulled her with wild abandon. Jim let go of Michelle’s ass cheeks and Tom thrusted forward repeatedly until he was long stroking her like we had enjoyed just moments before. 

Then Tom grabbed her by the shoulders and stood her up, only to lower her backwards to the floor with him. Tom continued until he was on his back, pulling his wife down until she too lay on her back on him, with his cock firmly planted deep into her ass. Michelle’s eyes were shut tight as she moaned and squirmed on top of him, her pussy lewdly on display for Jim and I, both of us stroking our cocks as we watched. The cum from Tom’s earlier load was all around her pussy lips in a whitish lather. Michelle asked for a little more lube, which I squirted onto her pussy as she rubbed it in and around her clit and lips. She moved her legs around a bit until her feet were solidly on Tom’s legs, then Tom grabbed each of her ass cheeks in his hands, lifting her slightly, which allowed him to stroke fully in and out of her. 

Michelle tried to rub her pussy to ease the pounding in her ass, but Tom told Jim to move her hands and feed her his cock. Yanking the condom off, Jim did as he was told. He moved her hands up so that she had to support herself by reaching behind her, then he straddled her chest, grabbed hold of her head, and began to face fuck her as hard as he had fucked her ass. 

Seeing a spot open for me, I went into the other room and grabbed yet another condom, removing the one I used to abuse her ass. With a fresh one on, I came back into the room and saw that Tom had removed his hands, with one holding her hips firmly as he ground every inch into her, and the other roughly twisting one of her perfect nipples. Jim had removed one hand from the back of her head and was abusing the other nipple while still slowly fucking her open mouth. The nipple twisting looked like it had to hurt, but the more they twisted and pulled, the louder Michelle moaned convulsing with one orgasm after another. 

I watched for a bit more, as I stroked the lube onto my cock, then went around the front to see about getting into her pussy. I wasn’t real comfortable about having Jim’s ass in my face, so he broke away for a moment as Michelle lay back onto Tom’s chest and allowed me to lift her legs so I could straddle Tom’s legs and guide myself to her pussy. A few motions later, I was halfway in the tightest hole I had ever experienced. Michelle started to actually protest at this, which made me laugh to myself considering what we had just done to her ass, but Tom whispered into her ear how sexy she was and got her to relax as I leaned forward and got the rest in. My balls were snug against Tom’s as we both filled her completely. 

Unfortunately we couldn’t really get a rhythm going and Tom was forced to stay relatively motionless, though Jim did step forward and straddle her face while facing me and pinching her nipples. Jim was really getting into it as he had her stick her tongue out and glided his balls and cock around her face and over her tongue, then into her throat. 

I kept stroking in and out of her tight pussy, not really feeling Tom’s cock because it wasn’t moving, but apparently my motions were causing Michelle to get closer to another orgasm, which in turn was sending shockwaves up Tom’s cock as well. Soon enough, Michelle’s body began to shudder as I pushed as deep as I could to feel her clench and spasm around me. I could also feel Tom’s cock thicken and push against mine through the thin membrane of flesh and then felt the pulsing of his cock as it shot his cum deep into her bowels. The two of them shook underneath me as I tried to get deeper, while Jim leaned forward and jammed his cock as far down her throat as he could. 

Michelle convulsed again, her thighs lifting and squeezing me roughly on the ribs which cause me and Tom to both fall out, then she dropped her legs back on each side. Her pussy and ass were bright red from the abuse, both slightly open and extremely wet. Being as close as I was to coming, I moved back into position and lifted her thighs just a bit, ramming myself deep inside. 

Tom didn’t move, instead holding his sexy wife by the hips and holding her in place as Jim and I continued to fuck her any way we could to get off. Jim was now dragging his balls, soaked with her saliva, around her face and forcing his cock deep into her throat. She was almost passed out at this point, making her relax completely around my cock, prompting me to look down. I never realized that I had just shoved myself into her ass. Tom had so thoroughly stretched her, that my smaller cock was able to pound as hard and fast as it wanted to. 

Not getting a whole lot of friction compared to before, I sat up and roughly jammed two fingers into her gaping pussy. Pressed against the membrane, I could feel my cock sliding in and out of her ass, and twice pulled completely out just to watch her sphincter remain open with cum and lubricant leaking out, then ramming myself all the way back in, with barely a flinch from her.

Finally, Jim had abused her enough that he announced he was going to cum. Michelle reached up with her hands to grab his ass, and pulled him deep down her throat. I could see her tongue popping out and rubbing on the top of his shaft as his balls rested on her nose as he convulsed and shot his load in a direct path to her stomach. This was too much for me and I felt the churning in my balls begin to take shape. Jim removed his cock from Michelle’s mouth, to which she whispered that she wanted to taste my cum as well. I pulled completely out, then shoved myself deep into her ass one last time before standing up and yanking the condom off. I barely made it to her inviting mouth as the cum began to leak out. I rudely shoved myself down her throat just as Jim had done, and with coaxing from her tongue on my shaft, felt my body shake and shudder as I sent my own load to join Jim’s. 

My cock was quickly softening as I shook one last time and removed myself from her mouth. Everyone was quiet for a few moments, savoring the moment. Then, without saying anything, Michelle rolled off her husband, kissed Jim and I gently on the cheek and staggered to the bathroom. She was moving slowly as the cum and fluids started to drip down her thigh. Her little ass was bright red from the spanking that Tom had administered and her back was sweaty and marked up from laying on his chest. 




What Happens in Vegas....



Jim and I took our cues and gathered our clothes. We thanked Tom for sharing his beautiful wife as he walked us to the door. In the hallway and on our way to our room, Jim and I shared that smile friends with this kind of experience do, then laughed. 

“What do you mean you’ve never had anal sex with a girl before? What about Amy and Veronica?” I asked Jim.

“I know, but I just wanted to pound that little ass hard without having to work for it. I never expected what happened next, or that I wouldn’t get a chance to try her pussy,” he replied. 

“You are such a dog.”

“We both are, and we both got our bones buried deep.”

“Yes, we did.”

With that, we got on the elevator and headed to our room.