Las Vegas for Two Ch. 3

I noticed the message light on the room phone so I got up to see who had called. It was a message from Lance, confirming our dinner reservations.

"That was Lance," I told Betty. "He got us a table at eight. He sure takes care of us."

Betty was lounging on the couch, recovering from her latest orgasm. I handed her the pictures Lance had taken of us in the tub. She blushed when she saw just how much she had exposed to him.

"You sure have been busy," I commented. "First you let me take pictures of your crotch and clit for the first time and then you flash your pussy at the next guy who walks into the room! And then you get screwed by a champagne bottle. What's next?"

"If you had asked me before hand whether I would do any of those things, I would have said absolutely not!"

"But you did enjoy it didn't you? I think you're getting off on being a sex object."

She looked up at me and spread her legs and rubbed her crotch seductively.

"I can't imagine what you are talking about."

"I'm talking about your hot pussy and your big tits! And my raging hard on!"

"Oh, poor baby. My pussy has been getting all the attention and your poor penis is feeling left out!"

"I think it's ready to explode"

"Then come over here." She said.

I came over and stood in front of her.

"I think this champagne needs more flavor," she announced.

She then filled her mouth with champagne and gestured for me to come closer. She pulled my prick down and slid it between her tight lips. She just held it there and I began to feel the prickly sensation of the bubbly. Then she began to bob her head up and down my shaft. This made even more bubbles and felt unbelievably good. Some of the champagne had leaked out and run down my balls, but she kept at it. The combination of her recent behavior and the brand new feeling of her bubbling mouth sent me over the edge in no time.

"I'm coming!" I warned.

She kept bobbing and I grunted loudly as I erupted into her mouth. Gamely, she started swallowing and sucking as my dick pumped out its pent up load. She started to gag and cough and spill come and champagne out of her mouth. Still, she kept contact with my prick and worked it until I was spent.

She reached for the a cloth napkin on the coffee table and wiped off her chin and neck and then wiped of my dripping dick and balls.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. "That was incredible! You let me come in your mouth! You've never done that before!"

She smiled serenely. "Just one more thing to add to the list of firsts."

We went into the bathroom to further wipe down our assorted sticky parts. I cleaned my dick and balls with a damp cloth while Betty wiped off her face and neck and finished by applying the cloth to her crotch. Then we returned with the rinsed towels to clean up as much of our spills on the couch and carpet as we could.

"We'd better leave a good tip for housekeeping." I commented.

"You're right, we have been very messy," said Betty.

"Are you ready to venture out into Vegas?" I asked.

"I don't know, we're having so much fun in the room…"

"That's true, I wouldn't mind spending the entire weekend in here naked with you."

"It's tempting, but I think we need the rest. I can't keep up this sexual pace for a whole weekend."

"We've got about three hours before dinner, why don't we go explore."

"Okay," she responded. "I've got a surprise for you."

"Oh really, what's that?"

"A new sun dress that should be perfect for walking around town."

"Great! And what should I wear?"

"Hmmm," she said. "Anything you want, as long as you have no underwear underneath."

"Fair enough."

I put on my khaki shorts and blue short sleeve shirt. The shorts were baggy, but long enough to prevent accidental exposure. Intentional exposure was an entirely different matter.

Betty put on one of her new "shelf" bras and pulled her new dress out the closet. I enjoyed the view as she slipped it over her head. It was hard for me not to reach over and stroke her trimmed pussy. The dress was a light blue button up affair that came to about three inches above her knees. That may not seem too racy, but it was the shortest dress she had worn since we've been married. The buttons went all the way down to the waist line. When she put it on, none of them were buttoned so she was exposed right down to her navel. When she turned to face me, the front opened up and exposed both boobs completely.

"Sorry dear," she said. "I'm not going to imitate Jennifer Lopez." And she buttoned her dress up far enough to cover all view of her shelf bra. Still, she left a lot of cleavage exposed; more than she had ever shown before.

"I think that's perfect," I said. "You look exotic and erotic, but you don't look like a hooker."

"Do you want me to look like a hooker?"

"No way, I want you to look sexy, but not for sale."

"But what if I bend over?" she asked and bent at the waist. Her dressed hiked up and revealed a lot of leg, but did not expose her ass.

"Not to worry, you would have to lift your dress or have the perfect wind gust to show off your fine butt."

Then she turned toward me and leaned over at an angle. One boob fell out from its hiding place.

"I guess it's the front I should worry about. Should I go with one more button?"

"You could do that, or just live dangerously. It's up to you."

"I'm into danger this weekend," she responded. "One last question, can you see my nipples through the fabric?"

Betty has very pale areoles and, when not aroused, flat nipples.

"I can see the lumps through the fabric, but can't see that there's nothing between you and the fabric. Come into the bathroom and check it out."

We went in and looked in the mirror. In the bright light, you could barely see the outline of her areoles.

"I'm almost disappointed," she said. "You're right, you'd have to look pretty hard to see my nips."

"I sure like the way the bra lifts them. It makes you look ten years younger!"

She turned sideways to the mirror and admired the view.

"You're right. I like the way they look in this bra too. But ten years, you're just blowing sunshine up my skirt!"

"And just what do you have under your skirt?" I asked and pulled up the hem to expose her juicy pussy. "It's not sunshine, but I like it!"

"You lick it?" she asked and pulled my face to her crotch. "Yes! Please lick it."

So I did. I licked her juicy cunt lips like a lollipop from bottom to top.

"Oooh," she moaned. "Your tongue feels so good. Mmm,,,"

I pulled back.

"We need to get out and see the town. Maybe on our travels, if it's all right with you, um, uh, can I get a peek now and then?"

"If you want me to flash you, just ask. You don't need to hem and haw."

"Okay. I want you to flash your tits and pussy at me."

"That's better. I don't know if I'll have the nerve, buy I'll try."

"I hope the spirit moves you."

"We'll see."

We headed out of our hotel room and down the hall. The hallway was empty so as we made our way to the elevator I reached behind her and slid my hand up her dress and squeezed her bottom. She flinched slightly, but said nothing. I punched the button with my free hand and we stood waiting for the elevator with my hand still on her ass.

She stepped away from me just as the doors opened, revealing another couple in the elevator. We stepped in and punched the Lobby button. The four of us looked at each other and nodded politely. They were in their early thirties and were dressed in shirts and shorts. I couldn't help but notice his eyes pause at Betty's breasts. They got off one level above and left us alone for the one floor ride. Betty turned to me and lifted her dress up to her waist. I got a good look at her glistening pussy before the short ride was over.

"Thanks beautiful, that's just what I had in mind." I said as we entered the lobby. "Did you notice how that guy looked at your tits?"

"Should I have raised my dress sooner?" she asked.

"Were you tempted?"

"No, but it's fun to pretend, now that the moment has passed."

"My guess is he wouldn't have minded a bit, but his wife may have been upset."

"Then you would have had to pull out your prick too."

"Geez," I said. "You want us to get into trouble don't you?"

"Just kidding. Where to?" she asked.

"Why don't we step outside and get some fresh air? After that, we can walk to the MGM and see what's going on there."

"Sounds great."

We headed out the door and into the sunshine. It was hot, probably in the mid 90's. I couldn't help but notice that, as Betty walked, her boobs bounced seductively and an occasional gap in her neckline would expose her nipples (although the exposure was so brief, that you really had to be looking closely).

We slowly walked down the sidewalk to the busy corner. As we waited for the light to change I saw one young blonde with a see through top that plainly showed her tits and another woman had on tight white pants, thin enough to show that she was wearing no underwear. Betty noticed too.

"I guess I'm dressed too conservatively," she said.

"I think you look perfect," I commented.

"Well, I am feeling sun on places that don't usually see the sun." She took her left hand and pulled her top open a bit wider to reveal almost all of her left breast. I admired the view and looked up to see a distinguished looking silver haired gentleman doing the same.

Betty noticed my glance and looked at the man as well. She turned bright red, but hesitated to hide her skin. Finally she pulled the fabric open to completely show her nipple then quickly covered it back up. She looked at me and the gentleman to her right. We all smiled.

He said, "Thank you." and winked.

Just then the light changed and we went on our way. The man Betty had flashed was already in front of us and continued without a glance back.

"That's three," I said.

"Three what?"

"Three people who have seen your nipples this weekend."

"You're right. I can't believe I just did that!"

"Who are you? And what have you done with my wife?" I asked.

"Oh I'm still your wife. This is just a side you haven't seen before."

"Did you know you had that side?"

"No, but I do know one thing."

"What's that?" I asked.

"That my pussy is dripping wet."

"I want you to know that what you did and what you just said has given me a raging hard on."

"If we weren't in such a public place," she said, "I'd like to have you in me. It would slide in very easily."

"Mmm, should we find a private corner?"

"No, let's play some slots before we play with my slot."

"Can't we do both?" I asked.

"Later. First you go change some bills for the machines and I'll go to the ladies room to, uh, dry off. Something is starting to run down my leg."

"I'd lick it off if I could."

"Well you can't right now, so go get some coins."

I watched her walk away. Her bottom jiggled and swayed seductively. No panty lines. Now that I looked at her, it was pretty obvious. I wondered how many other people had noticed.

I went to the machine and got forty dollars worth of quarters. We were small time gamblers. As a matter of fact, she does most of it. I just watch and drop a coin in now and then. I walked down a row of machines and randomly sat in front of a fifty cent machine. I fed the quarters and pulled the lever. Loser.

Just then a cocktail waitress approached. She had long red hair and was wearing fishnet stockings, a very short skirt and a halter top. Her nipples poked through the fabric and I notice that her tits looked real, not the stand alone silicone type.

"Would you care for a drink?"

"Yes," I responded. "Two double scotches on the rocks."

She did a mild double take.

"One is for my wife, she'll be here shortly."

"You got it," she smiled.

I fed some more coins in the machine and pulled a second time. Ding, ding, ding. About twenty quarters plopped into the tray.

"Woohoo!" said Betty as she came and sat beside me. "A big winner! Are you going to quit while you're ahead?"

"I'm so far ahead this weekend, I could never lose."

She spun in her stool and faced me.

"See? All dry, for now," she said as she spread her legs to give me a glimpse of her bare pussy.

I started to reach for her, but she spun around, grabbed the coin cup from me and started to play the slots. We continued to play for awhile. We each won a few small jackpots, but our quarter supply slowly dwindled.

The waitress came with our drinks. She carefully set the drinks down between our machines. It seemed she took extra time in doing so. I paid her with cash.

Betty won another jackpot. This time she got at least a hundred quarters. I stood up behind her to see that she had three bars on the machine. Then I reached for a drink and discovered why the waitress had taken so long setting down the drinks. The slot machines were sitting on a mirrored cabinet and when you stood behind Betty, you had a perfect view up her dress to her naked womanhood. She bent down to empty the coin tray and one of her tits fell out of her top. Only when she had gotten all the quarters did she take the time to slip it back into its hiding place. When she sat up straight, her dress hiked up even higher. Now her pussy was fully exposed. She looked up at me and when she saw my expression, she looked down.

"Oh my," she said. "That's a bit too obvious isn't it? I'm not used to wearing such a short skirt." She stood up, let her dress drop back down to normal length and then sat back down. Without looking up, she reached her hand up my shorts. It encountered the dripping tip of my prick. She wiped it off with her fingertips and then put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.

"Aren't you going to play any more?" she asked.

"Not right now," I responded. "I don't think I can sit down."

"Ah, poor baby." She turned to look up at me and, by doing so, gave me another peek at her nipples.

"How are your drinks?" asked the waitress.

I jumped. I hadn't seen her approach. I looked at her, but her eyes were on the mirror. This time Betty's bush was hidden. Then she turned to look at me. Her eyes ran up from the mirror toward my face. They hesitated as the saw the bulge in my pants with the small wet spot that had soaked through. Finally we made eye contact.

"Uh, by the time you get back with the next round, I'm sure we'll be ready."

"It looks like you're ready right now." she said with a smirk on her face.

"Oh don't mind him," said Betty. "His mind is always in the gutter." Again when she turned to speak, she exposed a nipple to both me and the waitress.

"Men," she said. "They're all alike."

"Yes," said Betty. "But I like this one especially." And she ran her hand up my shorts again.

"I suppose I could say something about good and hard men, or however that saying goes, but I'd best get your drinks."

"Thank you," I said weakly.

I noticed her nipples were sticking out even more and then I watched her walk away.

"She's pretty and has a nice ass," said Betty.

I turned to her. "A nice ass?"

"That's what I said. Don't you agree?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I was afraid I might get myself in trouble.

"Oh loosen up. It's okay to appreciate her ass, just don't touch it."

"Oh, okay. She does look good, but I promise not to touch her."

"But once we get back to the room," said Betty, "you can touch me all you want."

"Don't worry about that. I will be all over you!"

We continued to play the slots. Betty's last jackpot was slowly disappearing. I was finally able to sit comfortably and Betty was better at keeping her skirt down and her legs together. A few minutes later our waitress came back with the drinks. I reached into my pocket to pull out some cash.

"This round is on the house," announced our waitress.

"Thank you very much!" I said. "We're not high rollers, how do we rate free drinks?"

"My discretion," she said. "You two are rated very highly in my book."

"Why thank you," said Betty. "My husband rated you a perfect ten when he stared at your butt as you walked away earlier."

"It's my turn to thank you! And by the way, my name is Betty."

"Betty, this is Betty," I said.

My Betty stood up and the two shook hands.

"My friends call me Red," said Betty the waitress.

"I can't imagine why." I commented.

We all chuckled.

"And I am Rob."

"Nice to meet you Rob."

"Our pleasure and thanks for the drinks."

"My pleasure. I hope to see more of you two. Are you staying here at the hotel?"

"No, we're at the Luxor, but we promise to come back and see you later, right Betty?"

"Oh absolutely, us redheads have to stick together."

"Well," said Red. "I have to get back to work. I'll be back to check on you two later."

"No need Red, we'll finish these drinks and head back to our room."

Once again, Red gave that smirk. She looked us both over from head to toe.

"I can see why you want to go back to your room!"

We all laughed and Red went on her way.

In the course of fifteen minutes we ran out of quarters and finished our drinks. We got up to leave, but Betty sat down again quickly.

"Whoa! I'm a bit tipsy."

Neither of us were used to hard liquor, especially back to back double shots. I was feeling no pain and Betty was even more buzzed. I helped her up and she held onto my arm as we headed through the casino.

"Do we have time to fuck in the room before dinner?" asked Betty.

"Wow, you really are looped. I've never heard you use that term like that."

"Well," she slurred. "I'm drunk, damn near braless and I can feel the wind on my pussy. How do you expect me to feel?"

Our new friend Red saw us and approached.

"Ron and Betty, I hope to see more of you later. And thanks for the floor show!" she grinned.

"You've already seen a lot of us!" I said with a leer.

She smiled. "I work noon to 8 tomorrow. Maybe I'll see you then."

"It's a date!" said Betty.

We headed for the door. Betty was leaning against me as we passed through the doors and back out into the Vegas heat. We crossed the street and made our way past the Excalibur and on towards the Luxor. I steered us off the sidewalk and into the gardens and grounds in front of the hotel. There were lots of walkways and fountains and plants and flowers. We sat on a stone bench facing one of the smaller fountains. The location was a bit out of the way, but my no means private.

I put my arm around her and gently stroked her back. She leaned on me and placed her hand on my thigh. Slowly her hand crept up my pant leg until she found my dick. She pulled on it and lifted my shorts at the same time, exposing it to the sun. I quickly crossed my legs to cover myself from the eyes of an older couple who happened to walk by. They must have been in their seventies. He didn't seem to notice anything, but the lady looked over her shoulder and smiled as she walked away.

"Watch it," I said. "Or I'll return the favor."

"Not if I do first!"

She glanced both ways and, seeing no one nearby, lifted her dress and showed me her pussy. I reached down and gently stroked it. Sure enough, she was quite damp, so I slid my finger into her vagina to moisten it. Then I took that damp finger and found her clit. I proceeded to swirl my fingertip around her clit until she abruptly crossed her legs.

Another pair passed by. This time it was two young women who didn't seem to notice us at all.

I leaned over and kissed Betty full on the mouth. Our tongues intertwined and we pulled our bodies together in a drawn out hug and kiss. When I pulled back for breath, I looked at my wife. She had a dreamy look on her face and her left tit had fallen out again.

"I sure would like to get a picture of you with that expression on your face and that tit hanging out."

She smiled and lazily put her wayward hooter back in.