Las Vegas for Two Ch. 1

I don't know if it was guilt or what. As far as knew she had nothing to feel guilty about, but my wife insisted that we spend a weekend together (without the kid) and it was entirely up to me as to what we would do or where we would go.

"Let's talk about it and then decide," I suggested.

"No, it's completely up to you," was her reply.

"And if you don't like where I choose?"

"I'll like it."

"And if you don't like what we do when we get there?"

"I'm sure I will like it."

"So you'll be totally submissive to me all weekend?"

"Uh, what do you mean by submissive?"

"Does that word make you nervous?"

"Well, it covers a lot of territory. It means you could do anything."

"So you don't trust me?"

"Of course I trust you. After all, we've been married for 16 years."

"Okay, then I'll plan the weekend, but you have to do everything I say."

"Uhhh,"

"Okay, that's fine. Let's plan this weekend together, like I suggested in the first place."

"No wait," she said. "I really do want you to plan the weekend. I promise, I'll do everything you say."

"Everything?"

"Well, within reason."

"Who decides what is reasonable?"

She thought for a moment. "Well I don't want to get arrested or anything."

"You think I want to get us arrested? You really don't trust me. Let's just drop this whole thing and plan our weekend together. After all, we'll be there together, let's decide together too."

"No, I want this to be your weekend."

"With my rules?"

"Okay, I promise to do everything you say."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

So I had to decide where to go. And what to do. Actually it didn't take that long to put the trip together. I went on line and found a good package deal to Las Vegas - air fare and two nights at the Luxor. Then I explored the night life in town via the internet. I reserved two tickets to one of the more popular (and raciest) floor shows in town. I figured we could play the second night by ear and decide where to go at the last minute. Finally, I ordered two push up bras from an on line lingerie shop. The bras were the type that would support her breasts, but left the majority of the boobs (including nipples) exposed.

Then I told my wife of our plans (I did not mention the bras, of course). She was happy with my ideas and said so.

"Oh, one other thing," I said.

"What's that?" she asked.

"I choose your wardrobe and you choose mine."

"Okay."

"And, we don't get to see what we chose until we get there."

This time she hesitated slightly. "Okay."

"Remember, two nights dressed up and out on the town and two days exploring plus swimwear for the pool."

"What do we sleep in?" she asked.

"Nothing, of course."

"Oh, I should have known."

"I'll tell you what," I said. "You have one more chance to get out of it. This weekend is going to be about romance, sex, good food, sex, pleasure and sex. Just say the word and you're off the hook."

She thought for awhile and finally said, "You're the boss."

"Good, I'm looking forward to it. And you better look forward to doing things you've never done before."

"Like what?"

"You'll find out when we get there. This weekend will be your chance to think and act like a guy."

"Say what?"

"I once read that men think about sex almost constantly. That's what I want you to do - to become a raving nymphomaniac. Are you still with me?"

"Actually, I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

"That's the right attitude. You will be a sex goddess and I plan to worship you!"

Then I gave her a big hug and a long, wet kiss. She responded by pressing her body against mine and grabbing my ass in both her hands. I did the same as we gently ground our crotches together.

In the days preceding our trip, I took every opportunity to make her aware of her body. I would stare at her when she changed her clothes, gently stoke her breasts whenever I could, squeeze her ass when she walked by, rub her neck, lick her ears, kiss her when our son wasn't looking. I wanted her to be well aware of the effect her body had on me.

The night before we left, each of us spent time alone, packing each other's clothes.

"We can wear whatever we want on the flight to Vegas, but once we get to our hotel room we change into our "special" clothes. Deal?" I asked.

"Sounds good," she responded.

The trip to the airport and the flight were uneventful. We read our magazines and were dressed conservatively. I wore khakis and a blue polo, she wore black slacks and a silk shirt. I did notice that she had buttoned one less button than usual. On the cab ride to the Luxor, I sat close to her with my hand on the inside of her thigh. Somehow another button had come undone. I admired the view of her exposed cleavage. She reached both arms into the air and arched her back in a long exaggerated stretch. Her ample breasts were straining the silk of her blouse. I make no pretense of hiding my lascivious stare. She looked me in the eye and grinned while she reached down and stroked my awakening cock.

"This is going to be a fantastic weekend," I said.

"Mmmmm," she purred. "I'm ready for anything."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Check in went quickly and smoothly and we found ourselves in our luxury room.

"First rule of the weekend," I announced. "When in our room, we shall be naked at all times."

"Naked?" she asked. "Why not something slinky and sexy?"

"Nope, slinky and sexy is for when we are outside the room. In the room, all clothes are forbidden," I said as I stepped out of my clothes. "Also, fondling is not only encouraged, it is required." I stated forcefully.

She removed her blouse and unhooked her bra, exposing her luscious full breasts. "You mean like this?" she asked as she lifted her tits and displayed her nipples to me.

"Exactly!" I replied as I lightly licked the tip of each nipple.

"Now let's get the rest off," I said and unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. "That's better, let's check out the view."

We walked hand in hand to the full length windows. Our room was facing the strip and even in broad daylight the sights and colors were impressive. We were four floors up so we could see the hundreds of people outside. The mirrored windows prevented anyone from viewing us.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Startled, Betty quickly headed for the bathroom. I held her hand tightly, so she couldn't get there.

"Just a moment please!" I called out. "It's just the champagne I ordered. Have a seat on the couch."

"But, I'm naked!"

"Yes you are," I affirmed. "Come in!" I hollered to the door.

Betty quickly sat down, crossed her legs and covered her tits with her arms. The door opened and a young handsome man in uniform came in with a bottle of champagne on ice. He did a quick double take as he saw us, but quickly recovered.

"Put it on the coffee table please," I said.

"Yes sir," was his reply as he walked across the room and set the champagne on the table, directly in front of Betty. "He looked right at her and asked, "Will that be all?"

"Yes," she stammered.

He nodded to her and turned to leave. I handed him a five dollar bill as he passed by.

"Thank you very much," he said. "And if you need anything else, just ask for Lance." He turned to Betty. "I'll make sure you get everything you want." On his way out, he placed the do not disturb sign on the outside of the door.

"Care for some champagne?" I asked Betty. "Geez, you look flushed!" I observed. Her face was bright red and her body wasn't much paler. "Lance sure seemed to be helpful, but I couldn't help but notice he paid all his attention to you. Why is that?" I asked.

"You set me up!" she accused. "That was so embarrassing!"

"If you were so embarrassed, then why is the couch so wet?"

She looked down and saw the large dark spot where her bush met the cushions.

"I hate to admit it, but I nearly came when he was in here." she said.

"Well if you are so close….."

I dropped to my knees in front of her and began to lick her pussy lips from bottom to top. Immediately she began to squirm and reached up with her own hands to pinch her nipples. I roughly jammed three fingers up her vagina and sucked on her swollen clit. She was so wet that my fingers met no resistance. Within seconds, she began to moan with abandon, then she let out a yell and squeezed her legs around my hand. She began to buck and grind so violently that I could barely keep my dancing tongue on her clit. I continued to lick her and finger her as she kneaded and squeezed her tits. Her entire body shook with the force of her orgasm. She squeezed so hard that my fingers popped out of her pussy. My tongue had lost contact with her clit, so my fingers replaced it. I rubbed as she arched her back and ground her pussy into my hand. My fingers swirled around and around her clit as she groaned with abandon.

"Ahhh, Ohhhhh, AAAAHHH!" she screamed. She arched her back one more time. Her entire ass was lifted of the couch. She held herself erect for a few more seconds, then collapsed, totally spent.

I gently pulled my hand away from her and poured the champagne. Betty lay there with her eyes closed for at least five minutes. Her hands were still holding her breasts and her legs were open wide. I sipped my champagne and closely examined her exposed body. My eyes worked their way up from her long, shapely, smooth-shaven legs to her creamy firm thighs. I noticed she had taken extra care in shaving. Her inner thighs were shaved bare. No tufts would poke out of her swimsuit. I examined her loose pussy lips. They were still glistening with dampness and her light brown pubic patch was matted with her juices. I looked at the small brown mole just above her pubic hair. Usually, the mole was just below the top of her patch. I savored that extra inch of exposed flesh. It was pale and smooth. The thought of this new exposure further hardened my dick. I leaned back in my chair and began to lightly stroke it.

Finally she opened her eyes - and focused on my lazy masturbation.

"Need any help?" she asked.

"Yes, but why don't you have some champagne first?"

"Okay." She reached for her glass and took a slow sip. I continued to slowly stroke my cock.

"I'd say you enjoyed your brief exposure to our friend Lance," I commented.

She looked worried. "You know I wouldn't cheat on you."

"That's not the point. The point is he enjoyed the view and you enjoyed being the viewee." She looked down sheepishly.

"Doesn't this convince you that your body is worth looking at?" I asked.

"Sure, if I lost a few pounds and had a titty tuck."

"I guess I'm going to have to prove it to you." I got up and pulled our Polaroid camera out of the bag. "Lean back on the couch," I said. She started to say something. "No arguments. Just lean back. That's it, now take a tit in each hand and present them to me. Higher." Click/flash. "Now put your hands on your pussy. Press your elbows together to squeeze your tits. Good. Stick your groin out a bit." Click/flash "Great, now pull your hands apart., Good. Pull your pussy open and show me your clit. Come on, do it!" Click/flash "Fantastic! Hold it right there while I get a close up." Click/flash. "Great, that should do it. Let's have some champagne while the pictures develop."

I laid the pictures on the coffee table in order. We sipped champagne as we waited. Absently my hand went back to stroking my cock.

Betty had a glazed look in her eyes. She had just done something she swore she would never do.

"Relax honey, let's take a look."

We examined the first photo.

"Look at your beautiful tits. They are full and soft. Your nipples are starting to harden. See the bumps on your pale aureole? The only thing I like more that looking at them is to suck and lick them. Now look at the second photo. See how your pussy is pressing against your hands? My dick is dripping because you look so hot. Now look at your gorgeous pussy. See how the lips form a fleshy petals for your flower bud? So smooth, so soft and look how wet it is. And now look at your clit up close. Isn't it beautiful? I want to lick it right now!"

I looked over at her and she was rubbing herself with abandon.

"You are so Goddam hot! I want to watch you come. Rub yourself until you come!"

She leaned back and began to furiously rub her pussy while alternately squeezing each tit and nipple with her other hand. Quickly, I grabbed the camera and took another shot. She flinched, but did not stop. I moved around at different angles and continued to take shots. She was too busy with her pussy to notice or care. Eventually I put the camera down and began to stoke myself again. She was writhing on the couch, approaching orgasm.

"Keep stroking and spread your legs," I commanded.

She did so while I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her dripping snatch.

"Here comes!" I warned, and rammed my cock into her pussy as far as it would go. We both grunted and I began to pound at her pussy while she kept rubbing her clit. In no time we both hollered out and came together. The pounding was so wild that I slipped out of her pussy and shot my load all over her mound, hand and stomach. The last few strokes were loud, squishy and sloppy.

I lay on top of her while we both breathed heavily. Her heaving tits pushed against my chest with each inhalation.

Finally, I got up slowly. Our mingled come made us stick together slightly.

"I'd say it's time to use that oversize tub," I suggested.

"It's incredible," she said. "This is the wildest weekend we've ever had and we're only an hour into it!"

"I think it's going to get even better!"

She smiled sexily "Do you have more wicked plans?" she asked.

"We'll see," I said as I leered at her. "We'll see."

End of Chapter One