3 comments/ 53208 views/ 1 favorites Fifty-Somethings in Vegas Ch. 01 By: 50something2 Jean looked around the gaudy lobby of the Luxor. Bill stood in front of her and waited for the elderly couple to finish their check-in. Jean stared towards the flashing neon lights beckoning guests into the casino. She started to turn back towards her husband, when she saw her. Oh My God. It can't be! Jean stared for a minute, then tugged on the sleeve of Bill's shirt. "Honey, look over there." She tilted her head to the right. "Isn't that...?" Bill recognized her immediately. "That's Linda," he gasped. "We need to leave and find another hotel!" Jean said in a slightly panicked voice. It was too late. From across the lobby, Linda noticed the couple, raised her right arm and waived towards them. The man standing next to her looked towards Bill and Jean with a puzzled expression on his face. Linda half-ran towards the check-in line. "Jean! Bill! What are you doing here?" "We needed to get out of the cold mid-west," Bill answered. "What about you?" "Our annual trip," replied Linda. Her companion walked up to the threesome. "Let me introduce my husband. Jean, Bill, this is Jim" The tall thin man held out his hand to Bill. Bill grasped his hand and gave him an apprehensive shake. Does he know? Linda held out her arms. Jean looked momentarily at her husband before hugging Linda. Linda turned towards her husband, her arm wrapped around Jean's waist. "These are the people from Cincinnati that I told you about. Jean was so nice. She opened the UPS office to let me mail my package then gave me a ride back to my hotel. It was so nice to meet some friendly people on that damned trip." Jean realized immediately from the expression on Jim's face. Linda had told her husband what really happened. How they ended up in Linda's hotel room. The fact that his wife had performed oral sex on both Bill and Jean, and that Bill had fucked his wife while Jean used her index finger to bring herself to a powerful orgasm. And the photos. Thank God she deleted the pictures from Linda's digital memory card! "I never thought we would meet again," Linda said. "It looks like we are staying in the same hotel! You have to join Jim and me for dinner. Jean hesitated, but before she could speak, Bill excitedly accepted the offer. "We need to check-in and freshen up. How about 7:00?" Jim nodded his approval. Any friends of Linda's are friends of mine. He smiled towards Jean. We'll meet you at the Isis restaurant at 7:00. Dinner is on me." Linda winked at Bill. "See you then." Linda's heart raced as she dressed for dinner. She normally did not dress up to go to dinner in Las Vegas, but the Isis was one of the top restaurants in the city. Besides she wanted to make an impression on her old friends. Linda had blown her entire month's 'fun money' on the red sequined dress at Saks shortly after leaving Jean and Bill. The dress was snug, but she felt she still had the body to wear it. The dress' hem was near her ankles, and a long slit ran up the left side to Linda's mid-thigh. She had brought her diamond necklace from home that dangled down to the top of her cleavage. Her black brassiere pushed her breasts up and out, to the point Jim had jokingly called her 'Boobs Galore' when he first saw his wife's ample cleavage about to spill out of the dress. Linda pulled on her black panties, then slipped on red heels. She grabbed a small red purse and the couple headed out of their room. A quick 30-second ride down the 'inclinator' at the Luxor brought them to the ground floor. Bill and Jean were already at the restaurant. Bill whistled softly when he saw Linda walk towards them. Bill noticed a smug look on Jim's face as Bill pulled the chair out for Linda. Jean was wearing a conservative black dress with matching black hosiery and shoes. A string of white pearls hung from her neck. She smiled uneasily at the newcomers. During dinner, the foursome chatted about hotel, the casino, and Sin City. As they were finishing their second bottle of Chardonnay, Jim looked at Jean and said "so, tell me about Cincinnati. Jim could see the apprehension written on Jean's face. "It's quite alright. Linda has told me what happened. I must admit, when I first heard about it, I was upset and a bit hurt. But now that we've had the chance to get to know one another, well, I find it exciting." He gave Jean a reassuring smile. Bill's pulse quickened as he flashed back to the hotel in Cincinnati. He looked into Linda's gleaming eyes and knew that she was having similar thoughts. The dinner bill was brought to the table and Jim paid with his Gold American Express. "What do you say we go up to our room. We know a few people in Vegas, and were able to get a room with a great view. Fortunately, there are no big conventions or high rollers in town this week, so we got lucky." We certainly did, Linda thought to herself. The room was actually a two-room suite with a few towards the north, overlooking the famous 'strip'. Jim poured Bill a drink as Linda and Jean stood at the angled window and peered out at Sin City. Jean's heart jumped as she felt Linda's arm wrap around her waist. "You seem nervous," Linda purred into Jean's ear. "There is no need to be. Nothing will happen unless you want it to." Jean looked back over her shoulder towards her husband. Memories of their last meeting flooded Jean's mind. She felt her nipples start to respond from Linda's touch. Bill and Jim and taken a seat in an oversized white couch and were watching the two women. Bill raised his glass in the air towards Jean in a silent gesture of approval. Linda saw the gesture also, and moved behind Jean. The women's backs were to their husbands. The older woman stared out towards the thousands of lights as Linda's right hand found the zipper on the back of Jean's dress. The brunette slowly pulled the metal rectangle down her friend's back. When the black bra-strap appeared Linda bent down and kissed the woman just below her shoulders. Jean shuddered momentarily. The zipper then continued its downward journey until in came to the end of its track just below Jean's waist. Complete silence filled the room as Linda slipped the black dress off of Jean's shoulders and down to her waist. The older woman's eyes closed as she felt Linda's fingers pull apart the hooks on the bra strap running across her back. Jean's breathing was becoming faster as she felt the thin black straps over her shoulders being pulled off, and then a sudden gush of cool air as the brasserie fell to the floor in front of her. Linda dropped to her knees behind Jean. Linda's hands began to shake as she tugged downwards on the dress. Once the material had cleared Jean's hips, the dress dropped to her ankles, leaving Jean facing Las Vegas wearing only black pantyhose and heels. Jean lifted each foot in turn as Linda slipped the dress completely off. . Jean turned around to face the others. Bill had a huge grin on his face. He loved to see his wife topless with her full hips accented by the nylon from the pantyhose. Jim's eyes were moving up and down Bill's wife's nearly nude figure. Linda walked over to her purse and took out a pair of manicure scissors, then walked back to Jean. "Don't worry. I will buy you a new pair," Linda said as she slipped the blades of the scissors over the hem of Jean's pantyhose. Jean felt the nylon material beginning to separate. Linda moved the blades down through the hose a couple of inches, stopped, and placed the scissors and the heavily carpeted floor. "I have always wanted to do this," she said looking up Jean, as she took her hands and grasped the neatly cut sides of the pantyhose. RIPPPPP! Linda's hands pulled outwards, tearing the nylon apart and exposing Jean's stomach. RIPPPP! The material continued to give way as a sparse, slightly trimmed triangle of black pubic hair appeared. Linda grinned as she tore the hosiery off Jean's hips and pulled the ruined nylon down past the 'u' where Jean's legs came together. Jean's pulse raced as Linda rolled the material over Jean's knees, down her calves, and to her ankles. A gasp came simultaneously from their husbands as they witnessed the woman being stripped of her clothing. Jean kicked off her shoes and lifted each leg slightly, allowing Linda to pull the useless hose off her legs. Jean stood completely naked, wearing only her pearl necklace and wedding ring, and to Bill's surprise and delight, made no effort to cover herself. Bill looked over at Jim. "What do you think?" "I think it is going to be a very interesting evening," came the excited reply. Linda remained on the floor in front of the nude woman. Her eyes followed Jean's 'full figure' from her head down to her feet. Jean felt somewhat self- conscious as she watched three sets of eyes examine her body. Linda had been the only other person to see her nude in years, now she was exposed to Jim. He was first man to see her other than her husband, since she had married Bill. Linda looked up. "Turn around," she half-demanded. Jean took a deep breath, knowing that once she did, she was on full display to anyone in Las Vegas who had either binoculars or strong enough eyes to look up into their room. Although they were on the 17th floor, the lights in the room backlit her and put her on exhibit to the outside world. This is so unlike Jean! Bill thought as he stared at his wife in near disbelief. Jean felt a tap on her left leg. "Get on the floor with me," Linda said softly. "And don't turn around." The nude woman dropped to her knees. She was still facing the window and away from the three others in the room. In a way, she felt relieved that she could not see them. Just knowing that two men and another woman were watching her was almost more than she could take. Linda moved forward on her knees until she was directly behind Jean. A soft moan came from the naked woman as Linda kissed the back of her left shoulder. Jean then felt her body being pushed forward. Her hands extended and touched the carpet. "Get on your hands and knees," directed Linda. Jean took another deep breath and lifted herself up until she was on all fours. Her size 40 breasts hung straight down, nearly touching the deep carpet. The woman was trembling. Linda was on her knees behind Jean. Jean bit her lower lip as she felt Linda's hands on her hips. She stared out towards Las Vegas as Linda dropped onto all fours and placed her mouth against Jean's pussy. Bill and Jim watched intently as the scene unfolded in front of them. "Ooohhhh! Jean cried out as she felt Linda's tongue pushing against her opening. Jean closed her eyes as Linda's tongue pushed into the vertical slot and entered Jean's vagina. Jean could feel her areolas constricting and nipples hardening until the small batons at the tips of her breasts ached. The moaning turned from soft to near screams as Linda continued to work her tongue in and out of Jean's quickly moistening pussy. "I can't take this anymore!" Jim exclaimed as he stood up and began unbuckling his belt. Bill sat in silence as he watched Linda's husband walk over behind the two women and lower his slacks and briefs. Linda continued working her tongue inside Jean's pussy as Jim dropped his briefs to his ankles and kneeled down behind his wife. "Lift your knees up for a minute," commanded Jim to his wife. Linda lifted her knees off the carpeting long enough for Jim to slide the red-sequined dress over her calves and knees and up to Linda's waist. Jean's moaning continued as Linda felt her black satin panties being lowered off her hips and down to her knees. Jim moved forward until his seven-inch erection stood poised at the entrance to his wife's slot. A muffled cry came from Linda's mouth as she felt her husband penetrate her. Jean's breasts began to sway back and forth as the motion of Jim thrusting back and forth into his wife caused Linda's mouth to be pushed against Jean's pussy. I cannot believe what I am seeing! Bill thought as he watched the threesome begin to move together. He felt his own penis throbbing beneath his boxers. Despite his excitement, Bill remained on the sofa, content, as least for the moment, at being a voyeur to the show, only feet away. Linda lifted her head away from the moist opening in front of her. As she did, Jean fell forward onto her forearms. "Oh God!" Linda screamed as Jim worked his shaft back and forth into her like a piston. Jean rolled over onto back and looked up at her friend being fucked by Jim. This is not really happening. It must be dream! Linda dropped down onto her forearms and planted her mouth against Jean's waiting pussy. Linda's tongue was met with a loud "YES" as it pushed between the folds of Jean's slit. Jean closed her eyes, then reached up towards the brunette and grabbed the sides of Linda's head. Jim stopped his thrusting. "Fuck. If I keep going, I won't be able to hold back!" he exclaimed, looking back over his shoulder towards Bill. "Take over for me!" Bill needed no further encouragement. He jumped to his feet and rushed forward, nearly tripping and falling as he pulled his slacks and boxers off. "You sure this is okay? Bill asked Jim as he stood behind Linda with his penis horizontal to the floor. "Go for it!" was Jim's quick response. Bill's heart raced as he dropped to his knees behind Linda. Linda had her face buried in Jean's pussy as she felt Bill's penis push forward, splitting apart her opening and entering her. Jean opened her eyes just as her husband's penis was moving forward into Linda. She felt her skin break out into thousands of tiny bumps at the sight of Bill fucking another woman. Jean slid backwards, causing Linda to let out a large gasp as Linda's mouth separated from the now swamp-like opening between Jean's legs. Linda raised herself up on her hands. Bill began to thrust back and forth against the buttocks and thighs of the woman still dressed in her expensive red gown. Jim grabbed Jean's right wrist and pulled her up to her knees. His cock was wet and throbbing as he offered it to the naked woman. Jean took the queue and immediately moved her lips over the swollen head of Jim's shaft. Linda's husband let out a loud groan as Jean moved forward and the shaft disappeared inside her mouth. Holy fuck! Bill thought to himself, as he watched his wife devour Jim's erection. She will hardly ever suck me. Look at her swallow that cock! Jim's hands grabbed the sides of Jean's head. Jean stopped, knowing what was about to. Jim's penis was buried inside her mouth as Jim screamed out "FUCK" and began spilling his semen into Jean's mouth. Jean gagged slightly as a torrent of hot pasty goo shot from Jim's erection down her throat. She felt Jim's hands squeeze the sides of her head as he emptied into her mouth. She had never swallowed Bill's seed, but this just seemed so natural. The sight of what his wife was doing was too much for Bill. With a loud groan, his cock exploded into Linda's sopping pussy. Bill grunted like a madman as his semen shot in spurts into Linda's throbbing opening. "Oh God! Oh God!" Linda screamed as she shook her head wildly back and forth. The woman in the red dress fell forward, causing Bill's cock to pop out. Bill looked over towards his wife. Jim had just released his grip on her head and was staggering over to the bed. A streak of white dribbled from the right side of Jean's mouth. Bill smiled at his wife .I need to get some rest. This is only the first day of our vacation! "Get dressed honey," he advised his wife. Jean smiled back at him as she reached for her black dress. She pulled it over her head and let if fall down her sweaty body. "It will dry clean," she said with a grin. She picked up her purse and stuffed her bra inside. She grabbed her shoes with her other hand. "What about those?" inquired Bill, pointing towards her sliced pantyhose. Jean laughed. "I will get another pair!" Jim grinned and nodded as his two new friends. Linda turned over and sat up. "See you in the morning," Jim said as Linda smiled at the couple getting ready to leave. "The safest bet in Vegas!" replied Bill as he opened the door and the two Midwesterners walked out. Fifty-Somethings in Vegas Ch. 02 The ringing phone jarred Jim from his sleep. His eyes tried to focus on the time staring back at him from the small clock on the nightstand as he reached for the phone. Fuck. It is almost 1 in the afternoon. Jim held the receiver up to his right ear. "Hey Jim, come on over to our room. The Bengals and Chargers are going to be on TV in a few minutes". "You want to watch football?" Jim responded to his new friend. "After last night?" "Yeah. It should be a good game." Jim looked at his wife. Linda was still sound asleep. "What about Jean? Is she awake yet?" "She is still in the shower. She won't mind if you come over. Leave Linda a note and tell her where you are". "Okay. Give me 10 minutes". Jim crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom where he groggily took care of his morning chores. He came back out and slipped on a pair of tan shorts and a knit shirt. As he pulled on his socks and tennis shoes, Jim leaned over and whispered in his wife's ear. "I am going over to Bill and Jean's room. Come on over when you wake up." Jim quietly left his wife sleeping and headed out the door. "Good to see you Jim", Bill exclaimed as he opened his room door to let his friend in. "The game is about to start." Bill motioned for his friend to sit on the couch by the TV. "Can I get you anything?" Jim shook his head ‘no'. Bill walked over and sat on the couch next to Jim. "Oops!" Jean was obviously startled as she walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around her body. Her hair was still wet from the shower. "I didn't know we had company," she said, smiling at Jim. I just came to get my hair dryer. You guys go ahead and watch your stupid football game". Jim smiled at his friend's wife. Jean could feel his eyes scanning her body. He noticed the towel did not quite cover her full bottom and got a great look as she grabbed her hairdryer and hurried back into the bathroom. . Jean closed the bathroom door, but for some reason the closing mechanism did not take. She did not notice the door creak open about three inches. The 54 year-old woman looked into the mirror and pushed the switch on the hair dryer to ‘high'. A loud frantic whir came from the bathroom as Jean began to blow-dry her hair. Bill pointed to a mirror and one of the room's walls. "Check it out bud". Jim looked towards the bathroom noticed Jean's reflection in the bathroom mirror. The UPS clerk had dropped the towel to the floor and was blow-drying hair. Her naked form was reflected back into the other room for the guys to see. Both men ignored the start of the football game to watch Jean through the mirror. Jim and Bill both grinned as the watched Jean aim the hot air blower at her hair. "This is where it gets interesting Jim," Bill said as he nudged his new friend. "Damn!" muttered Jim as he saw Jean turn the blower towards her naked skin. "She is using the blow dryer to dry off! I guess she doesn't know that we can get extra towels!" Both men laughed. Their laughter was completed drowned out by the whir of the dryer. Jean had no idea the door was partially opened as she continued to blow air against her body. After about a minute, Jean put the dryer down on the counter. It vibrated against the marble countertop as the nozzle continued to expel hot air. Jean took the small bottle of body lotion the hotel and provided and squeezed it into her hands. As her audience continued to gawk, she spread the white lotion over her chest and began massaging it into her breasts. Her hands moved to her stomach and hips before she bent over and spread the remaining lotion on her calves. Jean's mind wondered back to the previous night. Seeing Jim brought her the realization of what she had done. Her mind was flooded with images of Linda licking her pussy while Jim worked his 7" cock into her willing mouth. Remembering the feeling of Linda's tongue and the taste of Jim's seed started to cause a stir between her legs and her nipples to harden. Jim gasped as he saw the reflection of Jean's huge breasts hanging down towards the floor. "Geez, Bill. Your wife has some huge tits. I didn't really notice last night." "Hey, Linda did pretty well in the boob department too Jim," responded Bill. What happened next, made both men's hearts race as if they had entered a NASCAR event. Jean straightened back up and took a deep breath. Oblivious to the crack in the door and the show she was putting on, the woman from Cincinnati closed her eyes and placed her hands on her breasts. Her body fell forwards slightly as she began to move her hands in circles over the two large mounds. The sound of the blower dryer masked her soft moans as Jean lowered her right hand. As she had done many times before at home, the index finger on her hand extended and began to move up and down the vertical slot between her legs. Holy Shit! She is going to get herself off! Bill watched in near disbelief as his wife pushed her finger between the folds of her pussy. Although they could not see exactly what was going on, the reflection in the mirror, along with Jean's facial expressions, made it clear to the men that the woman was engaged in an act of self pleasure. Jean pulled her hand up from between her legs and placed in on the counter. Her other hand dropped from her left breast. The woman stood with her weight on her palms as she took several deep breaths. The blow dryer shook violently on the counter next to her right hand. Tiny goose bumps began to form on Jean's body as she picked up the dryer with her right hand and stepped back from the counter. She again closed her eyes as she clicked the dryer to ‘low' and pointed it towards her pubic hair. Jean's left hand dropped between her legs and carefully pushed the folds of her vagina open. The low hum of the dryer failed to muffle the woman's moan as hot air was blown up into her. "Damn!" muttered Jim as he sat in astonishment over what he was seeing. "I don't know how much more of this I can take!" Bill grinned at the man next him. "So, what are you waiting for?" "If you are okay with it, not a damn thing!" Jim jumped to his feet and kicked off his tennis shoes. He stared at Bill's wife through the crack in the door as he lowered his jeans and shorts. "Looks like you don't need any more coaxing," Bill said, noticing Jim's penis extending nearly seven inches outward from his body. Jim walked quickly to the bathroom door and pushed it open. "Oh My God!" exclaimed Jean as the door flew open. The hair dryer dropped from her hand and dangled towards the floor. Jim moved behind Jean and put his hands on the woman's shoulders. "J…Jim?" questioned Jean nervously. "What are you doing?" Jim did not respond as he pushed Jean forward onto her elbows. The woman stared into the mirror at herself and the body of Linda's husband behind her. "I…don't think this is a good…." Her sentence was finished with a loud ‘gasp' as she felt Jim's erection penetrate her. Jim let out a sigh as he moved his hips forward, burying his cock into Jean's pussy. The blow dryer had made her vagina dry and hot. Jean cried out as the hardened staff behind her pushed further inside her. Jim's hands reached up under Jean and cupped her 40D breasts. Jean felt the pain easing inside her as her pussy reacted to Jim's cock and began to lubricate itself. "Look out into the other room," Jim whispered in Jean's ear. The woman looked into the mirror and saw the reflection of her husband. He had lowered his pants and was rhythmically stroking his penis. A rush of guilt spread through Jean. "Don't worry. It was his idea!" Jim said as he noticed the look of apprehension on Jean's face. Jean lowered her head and rested it on her wrists as Jim began the piston-like motion back and forth into Jean's quickly moistening pussy. Her large breasts swayed in rhythm and the slapping of her large ass could be heard in the next room. From his seat on the couch, Bill noticed his friend wave for him to come into the bathroom. Bill lowered his shorts over his ankles and walked quickly towards the couple fucking in the bathroom. "Bill…I…I…" gasped Jean as her husband walked in. Bill climbed up onto the counter and sat with his legs dangling down. "I hope to hell this thing holds," he exclaimed. Jim pulled Jean's bent over body up a bit. "Go on. You know it has been a fantasy of yours," Bill said excitedly as Jim adjusted his body to allow Jean's head to hover between her husband's legs. Jim pulled his cock nearly completed out of the now sopping slot and watched as Jean's mouth formed an ‘o' and slid over Bill's hardened shaft. As soon as he saw his new friend's cock begin to disappear between Jean's lips, he thrust forward again. I don't fucking believe this! Bill thought as his wife began to take on both men's shafts. Bill took his spouse's head and moved in rhythm to Jim's thrusts. Jim could feel Jean's knees begin to shake as he moved in and out of her vagina. "I can't hold it!" exclaimed Jim as his cock began to throb. He shot a quick glance at Bill. Bill nodded his approval. Jim reached out and grabbed the back of Jean's hair, pulling her away from Bill's cock. Jean began gasping as Jim slammed into her from behind. Oh My God…. Oh My God!" Jean yelled as her vagina wrapped around the Jim's shaft and held it in a vice-like grip. "Aaaarrggghhhh!' shouted Jim as he felt an explosion of semen shoot from his cock deep into the warmth of Jean's pussy. Jim's knees buckled somewhat as he released the woman's head. His hands were quickly replaced by Bills, who pulled her back down into his lap. Bill slid his angry penis past his wife's lips and into her mouth just as his shaft erupted. Jean's eyes rolled back as she felt the sensation of hot cum entering her from two directions. Jim's cock shot one final surge of semen into the woman, sending his sperm deep into Jean's tunnel. Bill held her mouth over has cock as he pasted the inside of her mouth. The two men held her tightly as their cocks throbbed inside the woman. After a minute, Jim backed up and his cock slid out from the gooey opening between Jean's legs. Jean began to gag as she moved her mouth off Bill's quickly receding penis. A dribble of white trickled from the corner of Jean's mouth. She coughed as the taste of the ejaculate made her wretch slightly. The Ohio native drew the back of her hand across her mouth and wiped away the excess cum from her lips. Her eyes deliberately avoided either of the two men. The threesome stood quietly trying to catch their breath. Their silence was broken by a knock on the door to the room. Bill grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, then walked to the front door. He turned the handle and opened the door. "Hi! Did I miss anything?" Linda chirped. Bill burst into laughter. "No. Nothing. Nothing at all," he responded. "Come on in." Linda stepped in the door and saw her husband and Jean standing naked in the bathroom. "Nothing, huh? Is that true Jean?" Jean gave her a sheepish smile as she wrapped a towel around her body. "Only a fantasy Linda. Only a fantasy." Fifty-Somethings in Vegas Ch. 03 "It looks like I got here too late," Linda said with a note of sarcasm in her voice as she scanned the three people wearing towels. "I thought you were sleeping honey," Jim offered as he moved quickly towards the couch and began pulling on his shorts. "Obviously," came the terse reply. Bill was also pulling on his clothes, but he said nothing. "I…I, don't know what to say," Jean said apologetically. Linda let out a giggle. "Oh come on, you know I was kidding. Just tell me…did you have a good time?" The older woman could tell by the look on Jean's face the answer was ‘yes'. "Hey, you guys were going to show us some red rocks or something," Bill said as he finished zipping up his tan shorts. "We were thinking of taking you to Red Rock Canyon," Jim said. Jean grabbed some clothes and walked into the bathroom. This time she made sure the door was closed. "I had the concierge get us a picnic lunch," Linda said, obviously proud of herself. "All we have to do is pick it up." Jean walked out of the bathroom dressed in a blue "I love Las Vegas" T-shirt and tan shorts. "Nobody will be able to tell that you are a tourist," Bill laughed. Red Rock Canyon was about 30 minutes from their hotel, but it seemed like another planet. Red sandstone rock formations rose from the desert floor way from the glitter of "The Strip". Jim turned off the concrete loop drive onto a dirt road. "Hertz won't like this Jim," said Bill. Everyone laughed as Jim drove about ½ mile along the bumpy road. "Here we are," Jim said as he turned off the ignition. "Linda, grab the basket. Jean, you get the blanket." The hot desert air blasted the foursome as they climbed out of the air conditioned Ford Taurus. "It must be 120 degrees," complained Jean. "Nah, only 110," laughed Linda as they began to walk towards an outcropping of rocks. Jim spread the blanket down on the desert floor next to a large rock. In the distance, they could see the skyline of Las Vegas. The view was blurred by waves of heat rising up from the ground. Bill reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of 2002 Chateau St. Michelle wine. "Anyone want a glass?" The women both nodded their heads. Jean raised her right wrist and wiped the perspiration from her forehead. Linda looked at her husband. "It is awfully hot today. Do you mind if I get a little more comfortable?" Jim shook his head as he held the wineglasses out and Bill began filling them. Linda reached up and in one swift motion, pulled her white T-shirt over her head. To Bill's disappointment, she was wearing a white bra. "You might be cooler if you kept going," Bill said mischievously. Linda looked at Jean. "I will if you will." Jean felt her heart jump. But, we are outside! "Oh go on honey," Jean's husband responded. "We have seen it before." The magnitude of Bill's statement caused Jean to gasp. My God. They have! Linda did not wait for her friend. She reached around her back and undid the clasp holding her bra together. "That feels so good," exclaimed the brunette as she felt the hot Nevada sun beat down on her bare breasts. She looked towards her friend and smiled. Jean took a deep breath then grabbed the bottom of her blue shirt. Her breasts bounced noticeably as she pulled the shirt over her head. One of her breasts managed to pop free from the cloth cup holding it. "There's one!" grinned Jim as he watched the large orb on Jean's chest settle. Jean hesitated before unhooking her bra and freeing her other breast. I can't believe I am doing this! Bill handed the two topless women a glass of wine. "Drink up ladies." The sun continued its relentless attack on the foursome as they sat on the blanket and ate their lunch. "Isn't this great?" asked Jim as he poured the last of the wine into the women's glasses. Both Linda and Jean could sense they were getting a bit drunk. . The heat and wine were causing their heads to spin. "I don't know about you, but this sun really feels good," Linda said as she slipped her hands under her jean shorts. "Time for a sun bath." The schoolteacher pulled her shorts and panties off, then laid back on the blanket. Her white body was in stark contrast to the brownish-red of the ground and the red blanket. Only her pink nipples and the black triangle between her legs interrupted the un-tanned woman's color. Bill looked at his wife. "Oh, go on," he chided her. Jean looked around nervously as she lifted her hips and removed the tan shorts. Her husband beamed as Jean slipped the black panties down over her legs and off her ankles. The UPS clerk blushed before lying down next to Linda and closing her eyes. Bill and Jim stared at the two naked forms sprawled out on the blanket in front of them. "Can you believe this?" Bill whispered to his friend. "I would have never thought Jean would do something like this," came the excited response. Linda opened her eyes and looked at the two men. They both have mischievous grins on their faces. The brunette glanced over at the slightly graying woman next to her, then up at the two guys. Time for a show she thought to herself. Linda reached over and touched Jean's right arm. A smile broke out across the woman's face. Encouraged by the reaction, Linda moved her hand to Jean's right breast. She felt the nipple react as if an ice cube had been place on it. The brunette leaned over and gently placed her mouth over the outstretched nipple. Jean moaned softly. "Look at that!" exclaimed Jim as his wife began to gently suck on her friend's breast. "Oh, I am!" was Bill's thrilled reply. Jean felt a warm feeling move through her body as Linda suckled her. Instinctively, she moved her hands to Linda's head and held her mouth against her breast. Without realizing it, Jean parted her legs. The guys stood in silent awe as Linda's right hand slid up Jean's thigh. Jean moaned softly as Linda's hand moved to the slot between her legs. Linda's palm rested against curly black pubic hair as her index finger slid down the length of Jean's opening. Jean opened her eyes momentarily and thought of objecting to what was occurring. Her objection was replaced by a soft cry of pleasure as she felt Linda's index finger push into her pussy. Linda circled her tongue around Jean's constricted right areola as her finger probed the soft insides of her friend. Jean's moans became louder as her friend rubbed against the small shaft inside her vagina. Small goosebumps were protruding up from Jean's skin as Linda looked back towards the two guys. "Give me that," she said, pointing towards the empty wine bottle. "What…what are you going to do?" Jean's husband asked breathlessly. "You will see. Hand it to me." Bill's hand shook noticeably as he handed the bottle to Linda. Linda wrapped her left hand around the middle of the bottle as she continued to circle Jean's stiffened clitoris with her right index finger. Jean's eyes opened as Linda pulled her finger from the quickly moistening opening between Jean's legs. "Linda?" asked the Ohioan. "Shhh," Linda whispered back as she placed the round opening of the bottle's neck against Jean's slot. "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Bill as he watched Linda push the glass neck forward and penetrate his wife. Jean let out a loud groan as she felt the sleek cylinder-like bottle push into her. "I…I…" Linda began slowly working the substitute penis in and over of Jean's quivering pussy. The guys stared in awe as Jean began to tremble as a result of the bottle sliding in and out of her opening. Linda could feel her own pussy moistening as she watched the brown bottleneck disappear then reappear. Linda closed her eyes as Jean's body began to move in rhythm with the motion of the bottle's thrusts. Even with her eyes shut, Linda seemed to know how far to push forward before pulling her hand back and causing the bottle to retreat from inside Jean. The glass cylinder was becoming slicker and wetter with each gentle push forward into Jean's vagina. "I don't know about you Jim," Bill said excitedly, "but I can't take this anymore!" Jean's husband unbuttoned his shorts and slid them off. The top of his hardened cock was pushing over the top of his boxers. Jim was quick to follow. He pulled his shorts and briefs down. Linda's husband's cock sprung free. Linda pulled the bottleneck from Jean's saturated pussy and tossed it aside. Sensing what her husband wanted, she rolled over and rose to her hands and knees. Within seconds, Jim's erection was poised at the entrance to her pussy. Bill's eyes were as wide as quarters as he watched Jim push his hardened rod into Linda's opening. Jim's hands found his wife's hips and he began rocking back and forth. Bill grabbed Jean and pulled her up. He positioned the trembling woman on all fours next to her friend. "Oh My God!" cried Jean as Bill slid his penis into her awaiting pussy. Linda's right hand found Jean's left as the two women's bodies began to move back in forth to the piston-like movements of their husbands. "Damn Jim! Jean is like a swamp!" yelled Bill as he took his wife doggie-style. "So is Linda!" replied Jim. "Who do you suppose is wetter?" "One way to find out!" Jean gasped loudly as Bill pulled his shaft from her saturated opening. Jim nodded and pulled his erection from his wife's pussy. The two men grinned broadly as they maneuvered their bodies until each was behind the other's wife. They could hear the women breathing heavily as they each pushed forward. Linda let out a piercing scream as Bill pushed his cock into her. Her shriek was matched almost immediately by Jean as the younger women felt Jim enter her soaked opening. The women's fingers intertwined as the felt the cock of each other's husband slide effortless back and forth inside them. "On the count of 3!" yelled Bill to his friend. Linda and Jean felt fingers dig into their hips as Jim yelled "One". Bill sensed pressure building inside his testicles. This was a race he did not want to win. Jean's husband pulled his cock back until only the acorn-shaped head was hidden inside Linda. "Two" responded Jim. "Hurry. I can't hold it much longer!" "Three!" shouted Bill. Both mean groaned as they felt their testicles tighten momentarily before sending a stream of semen through their shafts and into the waiting pussies. Linda's fingers dug into Jean's palm as her pussy tightened around Bill's cock and she felt a rush of hot cum propel into her. Jean's head dropped slightly as Jim thrust forward and sent his offering of white sticky goo deep into her pink tunnel. The women began to scream in unison as each other's husband unleashed their semen into them. "Oh God!" cried Linda as she felt her clitoris throb and a rush of warmth fill her insides. "Take this Jean!" yelled Jim as he thrust his rock-hard staff completely into Bill's wife. His command was met with an ear-shattering shriek as Jean's ‘little man' pulsated against Jim's shaft. His erection was covered in a clear sheen as Jean's pussy began to expel her own juices. "Fuck! I don't know which one is wetter!" yelled Bill. "It's a tie" responded Jim as he thrust forward one last time into Jean. The two men pulled back and let their cocks pop free. Each of the shafts was covered in a combination of male and female ejaculate. Jean and Linda both fell to their sides, facing each other. Their bodies were both trembling. Linda smiled at her friend and managed a weak "are you okay?" Jean attempted to answer, but couldn't. She simply nodded. "A heck of a place, this canyon'" commented Bill as he pulled on his shorts. "That it is my friend. That it is."