Vegas Gamble

"Then I felt his hand on my leg, high up on my thigh, and I was bad. I should have stopped him, but I gave him some room and let him slide his hand right up against my panties." Her eyes opened and she looked at me, almost in fear, expecting some kind of admonishment.

"I bet you felt like a teenager at the drive-in." I told her with a smile, as I gave her a couple of forceful thrusts of my cock.

"God, I was so fucking hot. I couldn't even think straight. I was afraid he'd slip his hand inside my panties, but he just softly rubbed up and down against my panties, until I was so dripping wet I could smell myself."

She closed her eyes again, pushing up against me, her hand drifting down to her crotch, rubbing the top and sides of her pussy, around where I was filling her.

"So I started to rub up and down on his cock again, just using my fingernails, and after just a minute or so of it, he suddenly grunted, and I could tell he was coming. He hunched up a bit, and pushed against my hand, and I could feel his wetness seeping through his jeans. When he came he grabbed my pussy hard, and as he was coming, I couldn't help it and I came on his hand. God I'm so embarrassed now, but I was fucking burning up." She gasped again looking to me for any sign of reproach.

"I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did. He's not used to any woman giving him the time of day, including Beth. Certainly nobody as hot as you." I told her.

"I need to come, please," she gasped.

"What happened next?" I asked her, bending her legs back further and pounding away at her a little more aggressively.

"Oh God," she moaned. A few seconds later she answered. "I pressed my tit against his arm, and whispered into his ear, 'Thanks, lover'. I rubbed the head of his cock where it was wet, and then lifted my finger and put it in my mouth. 'I'm just sorry it was wasted,' I told him. He just moaned and grabbed his napkins from his drink and tried to stuff them down his pants."

"You were naughty tonight, weren't you?" I told her, fucking her with all my might.

"Yes, I was bad. If I was alone with him I don't know what I would have done," she gasped.

"It would be his dick in you now instead of mine," I told her fiercely.

"Oh, god, no, I...I was just teasing," she anguished.

I couldn't hold back any longer, I came in her hard, and she cried out. Cheryl makes very little noise in the bed, and never like that. She went stiff as a board and came repeatedly on my cock, moaning and gasping.

When she finally settled down, I asked her. "Man, he had you hot. Sure you didn't want to be with him tonight?"

"No! I never wanted to be with him. It was just the moment. I was so hot and horny, and I could tell he wanted me so bad. He was dying to have me. Imagine someone coming just because you touched them through their pants."

"Can you imagine what you could do to him in bed?" I asked her, brushing her nipples.

"It would probably kill him." She laughed.

We rested for a while quietly, while I slowly caressed her skin. "You know," she said, "neither one of them has ever been with anyone else."

"So you told me." I pinched her nipple and found it getting hard. "You could be a hell of a teacher; God knows he probably needs one."

"And I suppose poor Beth deserves to find out what she's been missing." Cheryl teased, reaching down and giving a tug at my slowly recovering cock.

"I wasn't even thinking about it."

"Sure you weren't."

"No. Not at all. I couldn't help but imagine you riding ol' Karl until you'd broken him."

She laughed.

"If it happened, I wouldn't mind." I whispered.

"What? You'd let him have me?" She answered, her body tightening up.

"No. I'd let you tease the hell out of him, just as a lesson. I know you don't want him, you just like that he wants you so bad. So if you decide to play with him, I'm cool with it."

"God, Steve, that's bad..."

"If you want. Think about it. You'd own him. He'd be putty in your hands. You could leash him, saddle him and ride him up and down the streets of Vegas, and he'd lay at your feet, lapping at your hand, for just a chance to be with you," I teased.

For a while I thought we might have an encore performance, but we were both bushed. I relaxed, lying back in bed, wondering what might happen. I was half asleep when I heard her murmur.

"I don't know, maybe. But what about Beth?"

"We'll think of something," I whispered.

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The next day we all got up late, and hung out at the pool for a few hours. The girls looked fabulous, and were getting a lot of attention. They mostly stuck together, spending a lot of time on rafts in the pool, clinging to each other, an oasis of MILFishness. As for the guys, we mostly sunned and ogled hotties from behind our sunglasses. There was some light drinking, and some teasing about the night before. I could tell that Karl was nervous and I finally put him at ease.

"Damn, Karl, you had Cheryl hotter than a two-dollar whore. She was out-of-control. I made her tell me all about your little fun. Did you have to do any explaining to Beth?"

"Shit. I thought she'd be pissed, but she just laughed and said she heard I'd lost a load in my jeans. Then she wanted to make sure I had another one for her. God, I can't remember her asking for it since before we had Aaron."

"I hope you didn't disappoint."

"Hell no! We did it last night and again this morning. We're going to have to do this more often."

Jay had been listening in, and finally joined the conversation. "No shit. Melissa was wound up so tight I thought she'd pop. I don't think I got four hours sleep last night." He was still laying back, his sunglasses on, chuckling. "I don't think I could survive this shit more than once in a blue moon. And she was up for anything, and I mean ANYTHING." He looked over at me. "I may have to let you warm her up for me more often."

"Gentlemen, life is good." I answered with a laugh of my own, remembering how my morning went as well.

After the pool trip, the girls went shopping, and the guys hit the casino and sports book for a while. We also got tickets to the Blue Man Group, which was in our hotel. When the girls got back from the rounds, we all got ready to go back to our rooms and agreed to meet in the lobby before hitting the Isis Room for dinner.

"Before we go up, just so you know, tonight Karl is with me, Steve, you're Beth's escort, and Jay, you're with Cheryl," Melissa told us.

I think we'd all been thinking about something like that, and I guess the girls had talked it over and decided for us. Not that I was going to complain. Beth was a hottie and I'd be lying if I didn't admit fantasizing about her more than once. I was just hoping that the Karl/Melissa thing would work out.

The evening worked out very similar to the night before. We ate dinner as couples, and Beth and I had a great time, with a lot of flirting and a little hinting at what had happened the previous evening. The show was entertaining, if weird. There weren't any seat upgrades, and there didn't appear to be as much action between the couples, but at the end we were all feeling no pain, and having a great time. Everybody. Karl and Melissa looked almost like a couple of teenagers.

We decided to hit Ra even though it was a little early and dance the night away but it wasn't that great. Beth and I wanted to move on, and try the Hard Rock. Melissa and Karl were game, but Cheryl and Jay were not up to it. They both were dragging, and begged off. They said they were going to gamble, maybe try the roulette tables.

As we were splitting up Cheryl pulled me to one side. "I don't have a room key."

"Then I guess you better be nice to your date," I teased.

"No, really," she said.

"I only brought one. You want to take it?" I offered it to her.

"I guess we can go back to Jay's room. Give me a call when you get back," she finally said.

"Ok, but don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Like what wouldn't you do?"

"Jay, for one."

"Get out of here." She gave me a teasing push, and we took off.

The Hard Rock was great, but we were too late to get a table. We danced and drank and had a good time, but at some point we got separated from Melissa and Karl. During the night I'd been dancing with both ladies, and the dancing had been hot and heavy. The girls were getting more than their fair share of attention, even among the sizzling eye candy that frequented Baby's.

Once separated, the dancing with Beth got even hotter, and I couldn't help but revisit some of the fantasies I'd had. But there was very little conversation - too loud. Just lots of holding, rubbing, drinking, and touching.

Eventually we were both exhausted, and with no sign of Karl or Melissa in sight, we headed back. We decided to walk, just to cool off.

"That was great Beth, I had an incredible time." I told her, as we walked side-by-side. I suddenly felt a little awkward. For the last hour I had been all over her, and vice-versa, and now we were walking back about a foot apart.

"Me too, and it looked like Karl was being lead around like a puppy for the second night in a row."

"Yeah, Melissa should have had a leash on him."

"Course you weren't much better last night."

"Hell, I wasn't much better tonight!" I laughed.

"No, you weren't." She giggled in return.

"So I take it you heard all about Karl and Cheryl last night?" I asked eventually.

"I saw the evidence. Can't complain, though, at least I got a good 5 minutes out of him last night."

"Well you made his night. He was bragging at the pool."

"What an ass! Couldn't he just be happy and shut up?"

"I can't blame him. If I woke up with you I'd have a hard time not shouting it from the roof tops."

She sidled over and gave me a poke. "You behave yourself."

I slid my arm around her. "You know it's the truth; I've thought about it often enough."

"You are bad!" she chastised me, but she also slid her arm around me.

It was cool outside, and we were chilling quickly. I could feel her shivering, so we ducked into the Nine Fine Irishmen pub at New York-New York. I talked her into one more drink, and we found ourselves in a corner of the bar. We could barely hear each other, and I went to say something in her ear, and found myself nibbling on it instead. She slowly turned her face toward me and my lips painted a path along her cheek to her lips, and we kissed deeply for a long time.

"What are we doing?" she whispered.

"What do you want to do?" I answered.

She didn't say anything, so I leaned into her and kissed her on the neck, while my hand reached for her thigh. Her hand was in the way, so I pulled it into my lap, and slid my hand up her thigh, just short of heaven.

She turned her face to me. I think she was going to say something, but I kissed her instead, passionately, and was rewarded with a deep tongue-kiss and her hand squeezing my erection.

We broke apart, but our faces stayed together.

"Let's go back," I told her softly.

"Ok."

We walked back through the Excalibur, our arms around each other. We didn't say a dozen words on the way. I took her right to the 'inclinator' to my room.

"Where's Cheryl?" she asked inside the vertically challenged elevator.

"My guess is in Jay's room. She doesn't have a key. I'm supposed to call her when I get back." I told her.

"I don't have a key either; I'll have to give Karl a call. I wonder if they've even left yet."

We went down to my room, and I let her in.

As soon as we were in the door, I turned her around and kissed her deeply. She responded slowly, then eagerly, pressing her body against mine.

Breaking off the kiss after about a minute, I reached behind her and unzipped her dress. She backed away from me far enough to let it fall to her feet.

She stood in front of me, wearing only a pair of red thong underwear. She was stunning, with clear, fair skin, a tiny waist, generous hips, and perfect breasts. She seemed embarrassed, but not for long, as I scooped her into my arms and laid her on the bed.

"I had a great time with you tonight, Beth," I told her, my hand caressing her torso, slowly making its way to those beautiful breasts.

"Me too," she said, with a tremble in her voice.

"Last night, tell me, when you went to your room, were you thinking about Jay?"

"A little. I was also jealous as hell of Melissa."

My hand cupped her tit, tweaking her nipple, enjoying the feeling of have it stand up under my caress. "That's just silly. You must know I've had a thing for you for years. Melissa was just a way of passing the time last night."

"Bullshit. She had you worked up."

"Yeah, but I would rather have been with you," I told her, silencing her for the moment with a kiss.

When she came up for air, she was flushed and breathing hard. "Oh God, Steve, what are we doing?"

"Just a nice end to a wonderful evening. Waiting for your husband or my wife to call."

"Shit. I should call the room; he should be back by now."

"If he's back, why hasn't he called?" I reminded her.

"Why hasn't Cheryl called?"

"I told her I'd call her. In the meantime I reminded her she should be nice to Jay, or she might find herself room-less. Hell, they're probably still on the casino floor anyway." I teased, once more playing with Beth's breast.

Beth sat up, and braced herself. "I think I should at least call. Let him know I'm in."

"Knock yourself out."

She leaned over to pick up the phone and as she started to dial the room number, I slid up behind her and enveloped her in my arms. My hands unerringly went for her breast and crotch, eliciting a small cry.

"If he doesn't answer, you know you're stuck here until he calls." I told her, while my hand rubbed her through her satiny panties.

"Hey Karl. We're back. I don't have a key, so give me a call when you get in. I'm in Steve and Cheryl's room. Room 824." She hung up almost abruptly.

I nibbled on her neck. "Now what do you think we can do to pass the time?" I let my hand slide into the top of her panties, across an expanse of ultra smooth skin, until my fingers were parting her cleft.

She was breathing heavy, almost limp, lying against me, letting me do as I please. And for the moment, I pleased to slide my finger up inside her burning hot slit, making her quiver.

I reached across her and took the phone. She watched in amazement as I dialed Jay's room. My opposite hand never left the inside of her panties.

"Hello?" I heard my wife answer.

"Hi baby, we're back, but we're waiting for Karl to get in so Beth can go back to her room. Everything cool there?"

"Better than cool," she said, and I could hear the smile in her voice.

"You're not being bad, are you?" I had to ask, still holding Beth tightly as my finger plumbed her depths. Her face was so close she must have heard the entire conversation.

"Just a little. I bet you're being worse."

"Probably not yet, we're just sitting here, relaxing." I said, cupping Beth's mound and squeezing.

"Well, I'll let you know if anybody calls. No hurry to get back right now, if that's Ok with you," she said.

"Ok by me. I'll call if I hear anything."

"Give us at least 20 minutes either way," she said, and her voice caught, almost gasping.

"Twenty minutes. Got it. Love ya."

"Love you too. Gotta go." Click.

"Jesus! What do you think they were doing?" Beth asked, turning toward me.

I eased her onto her back, and kissed her deeply again. "Just playing around a bit." I nibbled her lip. "Would you mind, badly if Melissa and Karl played around a bit?"

She seemed to think about it. "What do you mean by 'play around'?"

I slid my fingers deeply inside her. "This is playing."

"Where does it stop?" she gasped.

"Where do you think it should stop?"

"Just teasing and playing, no coming? No fucking?" she queried me.

I rubbed her hard, "You don't want to come?"

"I don't want Karl coming for anybody but me," Beth confessed.

"So is that the ground rules? No boys getting off, no fucking? Anything else?" I asked, letting my hands just flow across her wonderful curves.

"I guess not," she finally admitted.

I picked up the phone and dialed Jay's room again. Jay picked up this time. "That you, Melissa?"

"Sorry bub, just me."

"Hey, everything cool?" Jay asked, a note of worry in his voice.

"Cool as ice. Just wanted to let you know, Beth set the ground rules. You don't get off. No fucking. Pretty much everything else goes. That work for you?"

There was a silence on the other line. "Shit. Yeah, I can live with that if you're good."

"Good as gold over here. You just let Melissa know the lay of the land if she calls."

"I'll do what I can, but you know her. Hard to tell her what to do about anything," he confessed.

"If it's a problem, have Cheryl talk to her. We don't want to mess up a good thing here, do we?"

"Hell no. I got it. Have fun."

"You too. Give my wife a kiss for me. I'll let you choose where."

"Thanks bud, I think I might just do that. Later." Click. Hung up on twice in a row. Oh well, I guess I can live with that.

"Damn Steve!" Beth exploded as soon as I hung up the phone. "Why'd you go and say they were my rules?"

"It had to be obvious. If I had you in my room, all but naked, what kind of rules do you think I'd make up?" I reminded her.

She giggled. "Nobody leaves till they're walking bowlegged?"

"Exactly." Then I reached down and grabbed her panties, sliding them off quickly, leaving her completely naked before me. "If they can walk at all."

"Now this isn't fair. You're almost completely dressed, and you have me naked on your bed." Beth pouted, crossing her arms and legs defensively.

"Give me a moment, and I'll let you even up the score." I grabbed her, lifted her quickly and deposited her in the middle of the bed while she squealed. Before she even knew what I was doing, I was face down between her legs, tongue deep inside her.

She reached for my head, fingers tugging at my hair, while her long, lithesome legs clamped together around my head. "Oh!" she cried out, while I tasted and teased her just a bit.

I pried her legs apart and kneeled between her legs, grinning hugely. "God I've wanted to do that for so long, I just couldn't wait a second more. I'm sorry about the rush."

"You are a beast! I feel so shameless, laying here naked, at your mercy, while you're sitting there fully dressed."

I got up and stood by the side of the bed. "Do something about it, then."

"What? I'm supposed to undress you?" she asked, incredulous.

"You don't have to. I'll just take advantage of your beautiful body, as is." I smiled again. "Although you might feel a little guilty after you come about a dozen times, and you know I'm being left out."

She laughed and sat on the edge of the bed, tugging me forward. She reached up and started unbuttoning my shirt, and when she had a hard time with the third button, she mumbled, "Fuck it," and grabbed the top of my shirt and pulled it apart as hard as she could. She was rewarded with popping buttons and a nearly open shirt. It took another try to get the last two buttons off, then she was standing in front of me, yanking my shirt off my arms, almost growling.

I laughed, and decided to leave the buttons on the floor, to tease Cheryl when she got back.

I didn't laugh so much, when she started undoing my pants. She seemed to be in a hurry, and she had both pants and boxers around my ankles within seconds. I did my share by stepping out of the clothing which she apparently didn't like on me.

She didn't seem to have the same distaste for what was under the clothing. I watched a huge grin appear on her pretty face as she took my hard cock in her hand and started examining it in detail.

"See anything you like?"

She leaned forward and gave a small lick to the bottom of the crest. "You know? This is the first hard-on I've seen since I was 17."