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Vegas with Andrea, part 1

I could tell that Andrea was in a slutty mood. We had both been focused on work for the past few weeks & now it was time to play. I could tell that the trip to Vegas had her imagination piqued. She had been trying on skimpy outfits for the last few hours & her hands had been wandering across her chest and her hips, each time she looked in the mirror. She was a trim woman, but her features were slightly voluptuous & they responded well to a man’s touch.

I came up behind her, kissed her on the back of the neck and added my hands to the attention her chest was receiving. I whispered in her ear that she should be sure to pack a very short skirt or two. The grin on her face grew. She knew what that meant. I slowly gyrated my hips against her butt cheeks, but stopped short of letting my trouser snake out of his den. We needed to leave for the airport in a few minutes & if things go too steamy, that was not going to happen.

We were fortunate to live very close to the airport, so the ride there was not much of a wildcard. Only the security line was. We got lucky on that one too. The line was short when we arrived. A lucky break on your way to Vegas is always a good thing. The flight even got into McCarran a little early. We were off to a good start.

We grabbed a cab to the strip & checked in at the Bellagio. We got a Lakeview Suite with a nice big picture window. Andrea liked the view & she liked to be watched. I wasted no time pushing her up against the window & once again grinding my hips against her butt cheeks from behind. This time, I was not constrained by time & I let my hands roam as they wanted, while I whispered in her ear, telling her the things I wanted to do to her that evening. This time, I did drop my pants & release our little friend. She was not wearing anything under her skirt, so it was easy for him to brush against his favorite playground as I nuzzled the back of her neck & pulled her tube top down, exposing her 38 D’s to the bare glass of the window. By now, I was already hard as a rock & starting to become well lubed by her natural juices, so I gently slid inside & let our little friend say hello to his favorite playmate for the first time of the trip. This was our standard practice when we arrived at a place where we planned to be playing around. I would take her from behind, while pressing her into the window & leave an interesting smudge on the glass for the housekeeping staff to wonder about. We would also provide a show for anyone who happened to be watching from the outside. This short of unashamed public fucking would set the tone for the trip. It was the green light to let her freak flag fly, as we were no longer constrained by what coworkers, family or neighbors might give us a hard time for. We were on a little vacation & it was full on playtime.

It wasn’t long before I was ready to let my load go & she was eager to taste it. I pulled out, she swung around, dropped to her knees, pressed her wetness up against the lower portion of the same window, took me in her mouth & sucked me dry for the first time that trip. She swirled the goo around with her tongue, tilted her head back, opened her mouth & let me see her playing with it before she swallowed. She was in full exhibitionist mode & hormones were lit up like a Christmas tree. I picked her up, laid her on the bed & got between her legs to return the favor. As soon as I put her down, her legs were spread wide & her head was tilted back. She knew what was coming. Since she was already worked up, I didn’t bother with the soft gentle strokes. I dove right into aggressive tongue action with long strokes that finished near her clit. A short time later, I worked two fingers inside her as the tip of my tongue encircled & teased her clit. The two fingers went to work on her g-spot as her clit saw an alternation between fast tongue flickers & prolonged sucking kisses. The G-spot massage generates particularly deep & strong orgasms from within her, while the clit stimulation adds a staccato icing on the cake. A few minutes later, she bucked wildly, then arched her back as her legs went fully wide & she pushed herself into me. She then quivered for about 20 seconds, then dropped back down flat on the bed. The look of wanton lust on her face was rewarded with a long deep French kiss from me. We both smiled & laid there naked for a few minutes, before getting up to shower before going out for the evening.

She chose a low cut white top to go with one of the very short skirts that I had asked her to bring. Her goods were on display. Her deep tan was accented by the white. The skirt was tight, as well as short, which showed her rounded rear in a flattering way. A pair of white heels, and a pearl necklace completed the look. We were ready to go out & grab a bite to start the evening.

As we took the elevator down, we chatted with one of the other guests that was a Vegas regular. He filled us in on where the good spots to eat were that particular evening. That’s one of the funny things about Vegas, the good dinner deals move around all the time. You have to hunt them down, or else you end up paying a lot for what may or may not be a good meal. One of the top recommendations from this guy was a surf & turf buffet that was over at Arizona Charlie’s that night only. We decided to try it. We were sort of expecting NY strip steaks & shrimp, but it turned out to be prime rib & Maine lobster for $25 per head. That local had steered us right. We would be well fueled for the evening. That was a good thing, because we had plenty of spots that we wanted to hit.

I already described how my wife looked. She was a magnet for all the eyes in the room, especially as she bent over to pick something off the buffet table. When she went up to the carving station, I thought that the chef was going to cut a finger off as his eyes wandered to her cleavage while he was slicing. Fortunately, his muscle memory seemed well enough established to keep him out of trouble. He looked a little bit sheepish as he saw me smiling when I caught him staring. It was all good. Andrea enjoyed the attention. It got her in the mood. As for me, I was doing the greasy Vegas lizard look. I had a pair of Italian shoes, beneath a pair of jeans with a white collared shirt, heavy gold chain & tweed jacket on tip. I’m fairly tall & fit, so I can carry that look off better than some. I was playing the part of eye candy for some people in the room as well.

Andrea & I played around with our food, feeding each other & sipping on cocktails, as we also played around a little under the table. I’m pretty sure that she was moist already, but I intentionally didn’t let me hands wander there just yet. As we played around, we chatted about the evening’s potential coming attractions & also chatted about the different people that joined us in the room for dinner. There were a couple of well dressed older men with apparent rent-a-dates. There were a few older couples. There were several obvious locals. There were several younger couples. One couple had a lot of tattoos and piercing. Another was dressed in a formal evening gown & tux. One pair was obviously part of the biker culture. It was a pretty eclectic crowd. A twenty something looking couple caught my eye as they walked in. The girl had a fairly wholesome look about her in the way that she dressed & the way that her hair was cut, but she also had that eager to explore look that women of that age sometimes get. The man she was with, had more of a farm raised look that lacked sophistication but was heavy on fitness from hard work. They looked a little lost until one of the employees greeted them & explained how the system there worked. I commented to Andrea that the woman looked hungry & I wasn’t talking about dinner. She agreed & commented further that her man might make a tasty little appetizer for her, if the opportunity arose. We decided to beat the bushes & see what we could stir up.

When the couple went up to the buffet, we went up for seconds. Andrea got right up next to the guy & said excuse me, as she reached across in front of him, twisting in such a way to be sure that he had a full view, deep down into her braless cleavage. Sure enough, he took the bait. His eyes went there as if they were being pulled by some strange gravity. A few seconds later, his woman caught him looking & , with the sweetest little southern drawl, said Caaaaalllll, honey, what are you doing? He turned his head to her & had a bit of a pregnant pause before responding. I jumped in before he could formulate an answer. I said, little darling, he’s just doing what comes natural. He’s just taking a peek at something that is worth looking at. I did exactly the same thing when you walked in. Andrea then chimed in – actually, so did I. Andrea & I chuckled a bit & gave each other a little smooch. That seemed to break the tension. The other woman didn’t seem as threatened anymore. We introduced ourselves to them & they responded in kind. They were Cal & Amy. It was their first time & Vegas & they didn’t know what to expect or what was normal there yet. We explained that in Vegas, things are pretty much out in the open. If you want to do something, you pretty much just do it & if nobody complains, then it’s all good. Cal got a little smile on his face. I could tell that he had some options running through his mind. He took another look towards my wife’s cleavage. She gave a little giggle. Amy gave Cal a little bump with her elbow. He looked back at her, stuck his finger in the center of her shirt, gave a little tug & looked down there too, then commented that he was spoiled for choice at the moment, gave her a hug & planted a big wet kiss on her neck. She flushed read but couldn’t suppress the smile. I suggested that they join us at our table & get a couple of drinks.

They had been in town for the first half of the week for a trade show & had decided to stay an extra day to see what Vegas had to offer. Their coworkers had already gone home. The conversation flowed along with the drinks. They seemed to loosen up a little. Amy made a comment that they were fortunate to have bumped into us because they needed a tour guide for this town. This seemed like an invitation, so I started playing footsie with Amy while Andrea began to fondle Cal under the table. Cal had a pretty good smile on his face, but Amy looked more unsure if it was OK to proceed. I let up on the footsie & instead turned my attention to my wife. I kissed her as I opened an extra button on her shirt to allow both Cal & Amy a less obstructed view of the goodies she had inside. Amy’s jaw hung slightly open, but at the same time, perhaps unconsciously, her hand moved under one of her own breasts & just sort of hung there. It was like she was taking in the situation, trying to understand what my wife was feeling. I don’t think that she had yet figured out that my wife was feeling up her husband at the time. By now, Amy was transfixed on Andrea’s open blouse. Andrea reached across the table & said something about Amy looking a bit flushed & perhaps she needed a bit more air, as she opened up a button on Amy’s shirt as well. Amy’s breathing got slow an deep as her jaw continued to hang open a little. She was transfixed on my braless wife’s cleavage and her bra was now quite visible. Cal ran a finger along the edge of that bra & said how he wished she was without hers too. By now, the drinks had kicked in & Amy was in need of a trip to the rest room. She excused herself & my wife followed. Cal & I had a little chat. My wife had been pretty stealthy about it, but she had been stroking him under the table for a while & he was nearly ready to pop. He seemed a little surprised that I was OK with it. I commented that on occasion, we like to share a little & tonight was one of those nights. He asked how far that sort of thing went with us. I said as far as the two of you are willing to go. He asked if we were both straight. I said that I was but Andrea definitely liked to play both sides of the field when she was in accommodating company. Cal said that Amy hadn’t done that sort of thing before & he didn’t know how receptive she might be. I asked him if he was in for some fun & games like that, assuming that Amy was on board. He said hell yea. When the girls got back, Andrea handed Cal something & said that Amy would like to know if it was alright with him if I held this for the evening. It was her bra. He handed it over to me and smiled. Amy looked directly at me as she sat up straight & pulled her shoulders back to crack her blouse open a little. Her lovely mounds were hanging free & her nipples were erect. Apparently she & Andrea had a similar conversation in the ladies room. Amy seemed to be in game-on mode. I went back to playing footsie with her & this time I found her legs wide open. I focused on her eyes as I ran my foot up & own the inside of her thigh. He breathing became heavy again & her lower jaw hung a bit open again. She became visibly flushed. Amy & I were so transfixed on each other, that I didn’t even notice that my wife had Cal’s zipper open & was bare handing him under the table. She had his hand in her lovely wet pie as well. Since Amy & I were directly across the table from each other, we had greater logistical challenges to overcome. It was time to hit the road.

We decided to go back to our place. We had taken a cab, so we all piled into Cal’s Bronco for the short ride. Cal & my wife were up front. Amy & I were in the back. As soon as the door was closed, Amy had her arms around me & was slipping me some tongue. I unbuttoned the rest of her shirt & put my arms around her. I then worked my way down, pulled up her skirt & grabbed her ass. Apparently, she had lost her panties in the ladies room as well as her bra. She was fully accessible. I was down between her legs before long, making her squirm like a kitten. The ride was incredibly short. When I looked up, we were already at the hotel. Amy & I were half naked. Andrea was wiping some of Cal’s jizz off of her nose & we were just not ready to see a valet just yet. I told Cal to just drive around a block or two off the strip & look for a dark parking lot. When we found one, the motor shut off & the rest of the clothes were thrown to the wind. Apparently Cal regained steam pretty quickly, because when I looked up, he was already taking my wife doggy style. Amy was below me with her legs spread & a come hither look on her face, so I dove in there as well. The 4 of us screwed like animals for what seemed like hours, but was probably more like 30 minutes. I ended up blowing my load on Amy’s chest, which apparently was a new thing for her, but between the what-happens-in-Vegas-stays-in-Vegas liberated mindset & the drinking, she was fully in touch with her inner whore that night & the taboo of having my spunk on her was being worn like a badge of pride. My wife looked over & saw her newfound appreciation for wanton desire. My wife worked her way over & said here darling, let me clean you up a bit. With that, my wife proceeded to lick my spunk from her firm breasts. When the goo was gone, she focused on those pretty little nipples & got them rock hard again. Cal took no time in taking advantage of Amy’s heightened state of desire from her first erotic contact with a woman. He plowed inside his wife & fucked her like there was no tomorrow as my wife continued to work on her breasts. I sat that one out & just watched as Amy & Cal exploded in orgasm after orgasm. When they finally tapped out, the four of us went back to our hotel room, a complete sticky mess. We all showered & all fell asleep in the same bed.

…to be continued.

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