The Key to Las Vegas Ch. 06

"If I'd known the thought of someone else doing you made you so wanton, I think I'd have arranged this a long time ago."

"Shut up and use your tongue."

I got Angie off with my tongue twice before I rose and pushed her back on the bed. Slipping between her legs her hand came down to guide me home. As wet as her pussy was, and as hard as I was, it wasn't long before I deposited a load in my wanton wife. Panting, I just lay there with my cock slowly shrinking inside her.

"Have you ever fucked two guys in the same day before?" I asked; a question I'd never posed to her before.

"No." A moment later she said, "Have you?"

I understood she was asking if I'd ever done two women in a day, and answered the same as her. "Today's a first for both of us."

"Come on," I said, reaching for her hand and pulling her upright. We adjourned to the shower where we cleaned up, the smell of sex dissipating as it washed down the drain.

"How are you going to greet him?" I asked as she began putting her clothes away into drawers and the closet as I just got redressed in what I'd been wearing when we'd flown in. It hadn't been lost on me that I'd seen she had more than enough nighties and lingerie for every situation that might arise.

"I'm not sure," she asked, for the first time indicating that this wasn't exactly a run-of-the-mill night in a hotel. "Do you think I should wear what we go to dinner in and wait for him to arrive?"

I looked at her for a moment, down at her clothes, and then reached for a baby doll. Totally sheer, it had a matching panty with a split crotch -- and was something that said, I'm here for sex. "He's going to be just as bashful as you are, so get rid of the bashful. Clothes say to him 'I'm not sure,' and maybe you need to seduce me. This says, 'Take me and fuck me, I'm yours." Gradually she put the rest of her clothes away -- leaving the baby doll out on the dresser.

Sitting around at dinner, I couldn't help but wonder who the other 9 couples were that weren't going to be sharing their spouses' bed that night. I was pretty sure that Vanessa, the group doctor, must be a player as well as her husband, Mike. And Natalie was revealed as the instigator of this 'more-than-just-a-dinky-date' by her greeting us at the front desk and marking door cards, and then of course -- her husband Brian. I tried not to stare as I surveyed the table, but pensively looking at everyone without necessarily joining in conversation probably gave me away. When I came around and met the eyes of Donna, sitting next to her husband David, her very slight nod told me that she too was looking around and wondering, the unsaid communication between us recognized by both of us for exactly what it was.

I'd never had a date with Donna, they had only ever been to about half of our previous date nights, and I'd never even shared a car ride or group date with her. Occasionally I've had premonitions in life that come true. As I met Donna's eyes and she gave me a very slight knowing nod I had the feeling that we just might be matched for bedrooms tonight.

"You're looking good!" Natalie said to me, stepping up and straightening my collar after dinner was done and people were beginning to break up. "Is this the same shirt you wore this afternoon?" Her hand patted my chest; I almost didn't feel the key card -- only becoming aware that she had surreptitiously dropped it into my chest pocket as I felt the slight weight as it hit the bottom.

"It is," I answered. "I probably should have changed clothes, but this wasn't dirty."

"You look fine," she said, her hand patting my chest pocket to make sure I understood.

"Yep. Got it," I answered with a smile. "It's going to be a good weekend."

"I'm sure we'll all have fun."