A Weekend of Ecstasy

*This story is fiction from my dirty little mind and all names and characters are fictional. Any resemblance or reference to real names and/or descriptions is purely coincidence. Please let me know if you like my stories*

Synopsis

A husband shares his experience in trying to reignite the flame in his marriage by surprising his wife with a weekend getaway to Las Vegas. A call back to their parting past, his wife's friend suggests they enhance their weekend with a drug called Ecstasy and connects them to a local friend. Things take an unexpected turn when the local "friend" ends up in the middle of their drug-addled minds.

Tags: Wife, Cuckold, Interracial, Asian, Black, Drugs, Cheating

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My wife Jenna and I were in a bit of a rut, so we planned a getaway to rekindle the fire we used to have. When she told her close friend Wendy about our getaway, her friend suggested a way to make it extra "special."

Wendy used to be a party girl, and she suggested we could do some ecstasy to make it special and kinky. She used to run with the club kid crowd, so it was no surprise when she told my wife that she had a "hook up" in the city we planned our getaway. It had been many years since we had used ecstasy, so Jenna and I were really excited about the "hook up" as we remember how crazy horny it had made her when we were in college.

After a long flight, we arrived at our destination. We were beyond ecstatic when we saw how luxurious the hotel suite was. The kitchen was just to the left of the entryway, with beautiful marble floors and counters and an open dining room to the right. Both rooms opened up to the main suite with floor-to-ceiling windows that gave an amazing view of the city below. In the center of the main room were a large couch, a super comfy love seat, and an oversized armchair with an 80" flat-screen TV, perfect for entertaining if the breathtaking view was not enough for you. The floor-to-ceiling windows continued to the bedroom just off to the left of the main suite. The bedroom could easily be a full hotel room by itself with its own flat-screen, desk, seating area with a vanity well suited for my wife's needs, and its own bathroom with a huge walk-in shower and a tub that could easily fit two people.

After dropping off our bags in the luxurious hotel suite, Jenna and I headed down to the hotel lobby to grab a coffee and plan our day. As we sat at a small table in the busy cafe, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I had always wanted to take Jenna on a trip to Vegas, and I was thrilled to be here with her.

"So, what do you want to do first?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

Jenna grinned and leaned across the table. "Let's go shopping," she said. "I've always wanted to check out that luxury mall down the strip."

I chuckled and shook my head. "You know we can't afford anything there," I said.

Jenna waved her hand dismissively. "Who cares? It's just for fun," she said. "Besides, I have a little surprise in mind."

I raised an eyebrow, but I didn't ask any questions. I knew Jenna well enough to know that she had something up her sleeve.

As we walked through the mall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the expensive stores and designer clothes. Jenna giggled and pulled me into one of the stores, where we joked about the ridiculous prices and tried on designer clothes we couldn't afford. I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness at the sight of Jenna's smile and the playful way she tried on clothes.

After a while, Jenna excused herself and told me she needed to go to the bathroom. I waited for her at the front of the store, but she didn't return. After a few minutes, I started to worry. I went to the bathroom to check on her, but she wasn't there. When I returned to the front of the store, I saw Jenna walking towards me with a sly grin on her face. She was carrying a small shopping bag from a high-end lingerie store.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What's that?" I asked.

Jenna just chuckled and pressed the bag into my hands. "It's a surprise," she said. "For later."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what Jenna might have in store for me. As we left the mall and headed to a fancy restaurant for dinner, I couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the rest of the evening. As we enjoyed a delicious meal, Jenna excused herself to send a text message. When she returned, she told me that our "hook up" would be coming over later to deliver the drugs we planned to use. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the evening would bring.

After dropping off our bags in the luxurious hotel suite, Jenna and I headed down to the hotel lobby to grab a coffee and plan our day. As we sat at a small table in the busy cafe, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement. I had always wanted to take Jenna on a trip to Vegas, and I was thrilled to be here with her.

"So, what do you want to do first?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.

Jenna grinned and leaned across the table. "Let's go shopping," she said. "I've always wanted to check out that luxury mall down the strip."

I chuckled and shook my head. "You know we can't afford anything there," I said.

Jenna waved her hand dismissively. "Who cares? It's just for fun," she said. "Besides, I have a little surprise in mind."

I raised an eyebrow, but I didn't ask any questions. I knew Jenna well enough to know that she had something up her sleeve.

As we walked through the mall, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the expensive stores and designer clothes. Jenna giggled and pulled me into one of the stores, where we joked about the ridiculous prices and tried on designer clothes we couldn't afford. I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness at the sight of Jenna's smile and the playful way she tried on clothes.

After a while, Jenna excused herself and told me she needed to go to the bathroom. I waited for her at the front of the store, but she didn't return. After a few minutes, I started to worry. I went to the bathroom to check on her, but she wasn't there. When I returned to the front of the store, I saw Jenna walking towards me with a sly grin on her face. She was carrying a small shopping bag from a high-end lingerie store.

I raised an eyebrow in surprise. "What's that?" I asked.

Jenna just chuckled and pressed the bag into my hands. "It's a surprise," she said. "For later."

I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of what Jenna might have in store for me as we left the mall and headed to a fancy restaurant for dinner. As we enjoyed a delicious meal, Jenna excused herself to send a text message. When she returned, she told me that our "hook up" would be coming over later to deliver the drugs we planned to use. I couldn't wait to see what the rest of the evening would bring.

When we got back, we went to our separate corners of the luxe suite to prepare for the "nightcap." I took the guest bathroom in the main suite while my wife took the bathroom inside the bedroom. She locked the bedroom door, preventing me from getting a sneak peek at her while she dressed for the occasion. My hands shook with anticipation, and it took all I had to keep them steady enough to shave, especially down in my sensitive area. Just as I was getting out of the shower, I heard a knock at the suite door as I toweled myself dry. My heart started beating rapidly with anticipation.

"Honey! Our guest is here!" I called out as I made my way to the door, tying my fluffy white bathrobe closed.

"I'll be out in a sec!" Jenna's muffled shout came from behind the closed bedroom door.

I was greeted with a warm smile and a strong, beefy handshake from our guest as I ushered him into the suite. I noticed he was a big man as he almost had to duck his head and tuck his broad shoulders as he walked in through the door. I also realized he had some really expensive clothes on; charcoal gray slacks, a light blue dress shirt, and black Italian leather shoes. He was clean-shaven, including his head, with teeth so bright that they contrasted with his dark brown skin, and probably in his late 30s or early 40s. Not what I expected from a guy about to sell us some club drugs.

He must have noticed because he asked, "Sorry, were you expecting someone else? I'm Ron by the way."

Chagrined, I said, "Sorry Ron, I-I thought you would look more like a club kid than a hedge fund trader."

We both laughed as I offered him a seat.

"Whiskey?" I asked him.

"Absolutely!" he shot back with a grin.

I poured him a small glass of whisky and we made small talk while waiting for my wife to come out. He explained that he actually didn't sell drugs but still had his own connections and was doing this as a favor for their mutual friend. By the time we were halfway through our first glass, I had a sense Ron was a genuinely cool guy who was also very charming. He was a handsome fellow, and I could easily see him as a ladies' man, but he did not come off as a womanizer. We both looked up from our drinks as Jenna stepped out of the bedroom with a bathrobe tied around her like mine was. My eyes drank her in. She looked stunning and left me light-headed like a glass of fine wine.

I could tell she had taken extra time and care with her hair and make-up, which accentuated her delicate Asian features, and I felt she could easily have appeared on the cover of a fashion magazine. I also got a hint of the present she had wrapped herself up in under her robe as she approached us, her black stilettos clicking on the kitchen tiles with each step, causing the robe to slightly split, giving me a peek of the silky stockings she had on. I could see she was a bit flustered with Ron by the way she blushed and stumbled with her greeting when he shook her hand.

After introductions, Ron pulled out a small envelope while I poured my wife a glass of wine and topped up our whisky. Jenna opened the envelope and fished out two clear pills with a fine crystal white powder inside. I had a brief flashback of how crazy naughty this made Jenna back in college when she tried to give me a blowjob in the middle of a club while we were high on it. The thought caused a stir down below now. My wife and I held our pills and glasses up and said "cheers" as we swallowed them down with a sip from our beverages.

We knew from past experience that it would take a solid hour before the drug's effect would kick in, so we didn't see the harm in finishing a quick drink with our guest. We were having such a good time with Ron as he was quite the charmer and had us laughing so hard I was in tears. My wife was completely enamored with his old clubbing stories, especially when it was about Wendy when they were younger.

After I drained my glass, I picked up my wallet from the counter to pay Ron for the pills.

Jenna asked, "What's wrong?" when she noticed the surprised expression on my face when I looked inside my wallet.

"Damn, I don't have any cash." I cursed.

"Oh no! I didn't take any out either." Jenna moaned.

Ron told us it was not a problem, but I insisted he wait there while I ran down to the hotel lobby for the ATM to get more cash since it would look weird for me to hand him cash like that in public for our illicit transaction.

It must have been quite the sight to see... a guy with nothing but a robe on, going down to the busy hotel lobby and waiting in line for the ATM. Murmurs of "Pervert" and "Creep" plus some dirty looks from the older along with some chuckles from the younger folks were just some of the things I experienced in the ATM line. What felt like forever waiting in line, I picked up the cash and made my way back up to the suite and saw my wife was in the kitchen refreshing her and Ron's glasses. I plopped down into the large armchair that was next to Ron who was already sitting in the love seat. When Jenna returned to where we were sitting, she gently settled down next to Ron on the love seat, careful not to spill as she handed him his drink. Ron was just getting started on a new tale from their clubbing days, as he took a sip from his drink, enthralling my wife and bringing me to tears again from laughing so hard.

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"Time flies when you're having fun," as the saying goes, which we discovered to be accurate in this case. We were having such a great time chatting with our guest that we lost track of it. It had been so long since we had done ecstasy that I forgot the first sign the drug was kicking in for me. I would sometimes suddenly have to use the bathroom. I set my glass down, excusing myself, and rushed to the guest bathroom facing the couch where Ron and my wife sat. They looked up at me, laughing, as it must have been a sight to see me almost spill my drink while clutching my robe and waddling to the bathroom door. Throwing the door closed behind me, I pulled off my robe and slapped a wall switch. I was fully nude, sitting on the toilet before realizing I was in the dark with the door slightly ajar in my haste. Apparently, I hit the switch for the bathroom fan and my robe caught in the doorway, preventing it from fully closing, but it was too late by this time. I was already sitting on the toilet, and the drug was already kicking in.

I forgot how intense the drug was for me. It was like my whole body became sensitive, and any stimulation would cause pleasure to ripple through the area that was touched. It also caused my mind to wander and get lost in the sensation. I found myself running my hands over my face, arms, and chest as I sat there for what seemed like an eternity before turning my attention to the light streaming in through the door. While on ecstasy, any lights I saw would entrance me because they were much more vibrant and would leave trails, like a visual echo of art. When you combined that with the full-body orgasms I was feeling, I was lost in another world in that bathroom. With all of this going on, something felt off, like a warning shouting in the back of my head, pulling me back to reality.

It was the sounds or lack thereof. Other than the loud fan in the bathroom, I would hear Ron and my wife laughing or catch an occasional word above the whirring, but now I didn't hear anything. I could see movement and occasionally hear a light moan from Jenna, which caused my heart to race in panic.

No way! I said to myself as I reached down and gently pulled on my robe, causing the door to open just a bit more. I was not careful in my drug-addled state, but luckily the lights were out, the door didn't squeak, and it only opened enough to give me a clear view out but not for anyone looking in. What the fuck? I silently mouthed as I took in what I was seeing.

Since the love seat was facing the guest bathroom, I had a clear view of Jenna straddling our Ron. They were entangled in an intense make out session. I forgot how uncontrollably aroused my wife could be on Ecstasy. So I could not be that upset with her for this, could I? I saw the drug's effects on her as she displayed this growing sense of urgency and need with each passing moment as they kissed.

Questions like "How long was I in here for?"

"Why didn't she ask him to leave before she felt the effects?"

"Why is she kissing him?" shot through my mind in rapid succession as I tried to make sense of it all and deal with the flood of emotions welling up inside of me.

As I tried to process what I was witnessing, Jenna had already unbuttoned Ron's shirt and was running her soft hands lightly all over his powerful, dark chest. Her moans of pleasure told me his hands must have been doing the same to her as I could see her robe hanging open.

She's gotta come to her senses. She's going to stop this and tell him to leave any minute now, I thought while seeing her hands fidgeting with his belt buckle. For a brief moment, I thought she would end it then and there when they broke their intense kissing. Then I saw her look down as he helped her finish unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks. My wife giggled as she slid her hand down the front of his pants. Then a look of shock crossed her face, and a clear "Oh my god!" could be heard as she must have discovered our guest had an impressive member.

Ron slowly pulled his pants down to reveal the largest cock I had ever seen in my life. The way I measured it in my mind, Jenna could grab it from base to tip with three of her petite hands stacked with part of the bulbous head still poking out. It also was so thick that my wife's fingers could not meet when she gripped it. I sucked in my breath as Jenna moved her head down and started licking the swollen head of this cock with her tiny pink tongue. Our guest threw back his head in pleasure as my wife pulled the head of his manhood into her mouth.

Jenna started picking up the pace and started to pleasure him with enthusiasm mixed with urgency as she pulled at him with both hands and continued to roll her tongue and lips around his head. The emotional turmoil was screaming in my head, Do something! Stop this now! But the sense of curious excitement held the thoughts at bay as I watched helplessly. Ron's cock looked like it was about to explode when he suddenly pulled my wife from his member with an audible pop. He helped my horny-but-confused wife stand with him as he stood up.

Her confusion was quickly replaced with eagerness as she helped him take off his button up shirt. Ron quickly returned the favor by pulling down Jenna's open robe and letting it puddle by her high heels on the floor. My heart was pounding through my chest as I saw him pull up the black satin slip she had on and let it drop to the floor, leaving my wife nude except for her black garter belt, stockings, and heels. Ron contrasted Jenna in almost every way, from his large build to her more petite frame, his dark brown skin to her creamy white, and his massive, hard member to her soft, supple curves. She gently pushed his naked body back down on the love seat while she climbed into his lap.

Seeing my wife audibly moan in pleasure between kisses as she slid her wetness up and down the base of his shaft, leaving a shiny trail as if she were polishing an ebony rod, did something to me. This erotic coupling and the pleasure being uttered from Jenna caused the emotional curiosity and excitement to blaze, burning out all the other emotions. It was so intense that my cock quickly became erect, and my body shook with nervous anticipation as if I were a virgin again.

I gasped as I saw Ron slide one hand behind Jenna, lifting her. He then guided his member to her soaked entrance with his other hand, teasing her with his bulbous head by rubbing it up and down her slick entrance. This went on only briefly as it was like lighting a short fuse with my wife. I could see the teasing drove her mad, and she reminded me of a wild cat the way she thrashed. Whenever she tried to press her body down on his manhood, Ron would lift her back up, only allowing the head of his cock to occasionally push into her. After an intense moment, he finally relented and released both my wife and his cock, spreading his arms on the back of the couch to rest. Jenna quickly gripped and guided him into her as she slowly made her descent on his erection.

Each time Jenna would pull her body up, just to moan louder as she descended further down on him. Once she hit the bottom, she let out an audible gasp of pleasure and stayed there for a brief moment as her body adjusted to accommodate him. Then she started moving up and down, slowly at first but gradually picking up speed like a steam engine. I almost came without even touching myself as my leaking cock continuously jumped at the sight of this thick black cock stretching out my wife and giving her pleasure like I had never witnessed before.

It was only a few moments before Jenna slowed her hips then threw her head back, screaming out her first powerful orgasm. Breathing heavily, Ron wrapped his arms around my wife as they kissed intensely through the rest of her orgasm. Then he started fucking her, again, first slowly, then picking up the speed until I could hear his hips slapping against Jenna's. He moved his head down to her breasts and started to suck on them hard. It had an immediate effect as Jenna threw her head back again for another intense orgasm. I could see my wife was not done with him yet, and this time it was her turn to fuck him. She pushed his back on the couch, working her hips on him. I could tell something had changed in her. I could see her lips squeezing at him, that urgency was back, and it started to affect him. I noticed his seed sack tightening up, and the base of his cock swelled, further stretching my wife as her sex responded by gripping Ron tighter. Panic erupted in me as he loudly announced he was about to cum and tried to lift Jenna off of him while she continued to grip and squeeze at him with her hips. I didn't even realize they were going at it bareback with no protection while in my lust-driven state until he shouted out his final warning.