Vegas Week

The bar back had a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and a little stand. Camilla took Elle's now empty martini glass. The pretty-boys reluctantly let go of Elle who took a big swig of her fresh martini. While the champagne was being opened, Elle excused herself and walked across the room toward the ladies room; of course that took her on a direct route, toward me, as I was standing about five feet from the hallway leading to the elevator and bathrooms.

A couple of guys near her pathway said hello to her as she passed, she ignored them all as she walked toward me, as she passed me she purred: "As long as it makes you happy" and kept walking, without turning her head to me..

I turned my head watching her go by and then that sexy accent was in my ear again. "The pretty-boys" are planning to take her with them." I smiled that Camilla had thought of them the same way I had.

"I don't think so, "I replied, smiling at her.

"Shots?" she purred.

"Why not..." I said, Camilla kissed me on the cheek and walked over to serve some folks who were trying to get her attention, and there went those mile long legs away from me again. Then I heard steps behind me and Elle was walking back...I said without looking, "Your 45 minutes are up" and she stopped next to me, never turning to me and continuing to look ahead toward her Spiky boys across the room and said,

"Too bad, I was having fun, and it seems like you were, too." She smiled, turned and looked in the direction of Camilla and then walked on.

My new drinking partner, after dealing with a few customers returned to me with a fresh beer and two shots of tequila. We each downed our shots and Camilla said: "You are enjoying this," she said with a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Yeah, I like watching my wife, especially when she feels confident and sexy about herself." Camilla smiled, leaned against me took a sip of my beer and said she would be back. I checked my watch and realized that rather than 45 minutes, Elle had been on her own or at least apart from me for almost an hour and a half.

Camilla came back in about another 15 minutes with two more shots (I could adopt this girl) and a fresh beer for me. While she was serving others she had checked on Elle and her party. Camilla told me that the "pretty-boys" were trying to get Elle to leave with them, but she took their numbers into her phone and promised to call them this week. She told them she was going to check for her friend downstairs one more time.

As Camilla told me this, I looked over and saw Blonde spiky breaking away from a kiss with Elle and the other moved in for his kiss. They were good kisses, not as long as their previous show, but Elle decided to put on a little show. As she kissed Dark Spiky her right hand reached back and squeezed Blonde Spiky's cock through his pants, and I knew it was a strong squeeze because he rose up on his toes for a moment. I assumed she had done the same to Dark's cock when she kissed the blonde's while I was doing shots with Camilla.

As she stepped forward, they both took held one of her arms and leaned in to whisper to her. She paused, she looked like she was considering what they said and my heart beat faster.

After what seemed like minutes but was probably a couple of seconds, she softly pushed them back and shaking her head to herself, she walked back across the room, halfway between them and where I was standing, she stopped and turned back to look at the pretty boys, and then she continued toward the stairs, which were just past where Camilla was standing against the wall, slightly behind my right shoulder. She never looked at us but whispered, as she passed; "I'll be downstairs, when you two are finished playing, but you better hurry, I had a pretty good offer..."

Camilla whispered... "Please come back, I had much fun tonight!" I promised I would... I followed Elle down the stairs. On the first level she was leaning against a column and said she needed to fuck someone now and she would prefer it be me.

I thought fine and took her by the hand. Instead of heading to the door, I led her to the stairs and we walked down to the Catacombs. I stopped for a minute trying to let my eyes adjust. Elle whispered in my ear that she thought we were going to fuck. "We are." I replied.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, another voice whispered in my other ear: "I had a feeling," Camilla, again like magic appeared at my side.

"I need a private spot." I said loud enough to be heard over the noise. Camilla took Elle's hand and walked into the Catacombs. I followed down a passageway and around a corner. A set of empty rooms were in front of us. Camilla walked into the very last one and when I entered, she extended one of those velvet ropes like they have outside at bars across the doorway. The opposite wall from the doorway had a large window looking out onto the dance floor. People on the dance floor were about five feet below the floor of the room we were in.

I walked over to Elle and pulled her into my arms. I pressed my mouth against hers and pushed her against a side wall. My hands slid down her arms to her hips and I pulled her dress up to her waist. Elle for her part attacked the zipper of my pants; she reached in and pulled my cock out of my briefs. I stepped back and pulled her with me to the window; I pushed her against the window and slid behind her. As she faced out into the main room I slid my very hard cock up into her. She was incredibly wet and moaned as I filled her.

She reached up and back with her left arm and pulled my head against her. I whispered that I loved her, but she couldn't hear me. It took a few minutes but once we figured out our rhythm we started we started fucking each other very hard and very fast. It was not one of our slow, Sunday morning fucks. This was hot, quick and intense. Elle began to come with a groan, a long, slow groan. I stopped thrusting and held her as she came down from her orgasm.

I slid out of her slowly and she turned around to face me. She looked into my eyes, and then over my shoulder. I turned and Camilla stood in the doorway with a tray holding a martini, a beer and what I guessed was two shots of tequila.... Elle and I played our game at Egypt all winter long, and Camilla was an excellent wingman for both of us.

The fasten seatbelt light came on and the No.1 flight attendant (with the amazing ass) stood next to me as she asked for the passengers to return to their seats and prepare for landing, she handed me another scotch and an extra paper napkin with writing on it. It was a phone number, probably a cell phone with an Atlanta area code, and said "Staying at Mandalay Bay for 36 hours, Denise."

I looked up and saw that she was still going through her passenger spiel, but was smiling and staring down at me. I smiled back and she winked at me and then looked back up at the rest of the plane. She backed up toward the cockpit and let my missing long wife come in and sit down in the window seat, next to me.

She had what appeared to be a martini in a clear plastic coach cup. She was dressed in that casual way that I love: a man's white dress shirt (actually a boy's size) with wonderfully tight jeans on and some black 4 inch pumps. A couple of things were different than when she left, over an hour ago. When she had left, she only had one button undone. Now four were unbuttoned, and that allowed me to see that her bra had gone missing as well.

"Wow, nice view" I said smiling.

"Oh, Millie was telling Chase that I had a nipple ring, and well he was dying to see it."

"I see..." I replied, with that tone of voice that was teasing and waiting for the rest of the story.

"What's that?" She asked, looking at the napkin in my lap.

"Finish what you were telling me, first, Mrs. Loring!"

"The flight attendant?" she asked smiling, "Well now at least you'll have something to do while I'm at conference meetings," Leaning over to whisper in my ear, "Are you going to finally fuck this one, or will you chicken out again?", her tongue softly swiped my earlobe. "If I'm supposed to play with a boy on this trip, I want you to play with a girl..."

"I thought you were going to pick a stranger, not Chase" I replied.

Chase was Elle's boss. A really nice guy, successful, my age 45, about 5'5", in fairly good shape, divorced. He occasionally asked some woman out, they were all nice and bland, and they rarely made a second date. I actually liked the guy and had played golf with him a couple of times and taken him out for beers a couple of times. He was always amazed at the fact that when he joined my buddies and me, we had no fear in speaking to a beautiful woman when we were out playing pool or golf or just having a cocktail. We were all married and all of us, except for Paul, went happily home to our wives at the end of several drinks.

One night, not long after Elle got her breast implants, he and I were playing pool at a local dive bar, when after a few shots and beers, Chase turned to me and said, "Henry, you're the luckiest man in the world, you get to go home to Elle, every night. I'd do anything for one night, in bed, with her" He immediately turned red and started to apologize, I laughed and said don't worry about it. He needed a mercy fuck, badly.

"Oh, it's nothing really, Millie kept describing it and I said I'd take my bra off so he could see it under my shirt. I just walked back to the bathroom and took my bra off and walked back and I did let him see it through my shirt." Elle laughed softly. "Are you mad at me? I know we don't tease people we know, but I took those beers back to them like you suggested, and Millie then bought me a couple of those vodka bottles and...well you know me and vodka. By the way, Millie was the one who unbuttoned a couple of buttons and peeled back my shirt, so Chase could see the ring...sorry"

"It's okay..." I whispered knowing that Millie was always the trouble maker. She was wicked cute, short, barely 5 feet, wonderfully curly black hair that fell below her shoulders, a flat stomach (from working out with Elle) and a plump little butt and 34EE breasts, what my buddy, Paul, called a pocket-sized sex toy. Unfortunately, despite his best efforts at occasions when Elle's friends and my friends were at the same places he had bombed out with Millie every single time.

This was the same woman who would tell the dirtiest jokes and use the nastiest language and then tell him and everyone else all of the really bad things she liked to do in bed, but he got nothing. We all assumed it was because he was married. But Millie was the trouble starter and was always trying to get Elle to show her nipple ring. "You know, maybe Millie needs to get her own piercing this trip, you should take her somewhere and get her nipple pierced" I suggested to my sexy bride.

"Hmm, I could do that the day after tomorrow, when we have the afternoon off. Oh, did I tell you that tomorrow night I'm going to stay in Millie's room because the morning "session the next day starts really early?" Elle asked.

"Yes, you did, wonderful;" I smiled and kissed her on the lips. Her conference was being held at the MGM Grand, but Caesar's Palace was my place to stay in Vegas. "By the way, where is your bra?"

"Millie put it in her purse for me... so tomorrow you're on your own, you can go see strippers or your new friend Denise," she cooed... "I so want to fuck you right now!" she quietly growled into my ear and squeezed my crotch while winking at Denise, the flight attendant who was sitting in her jump seat staring at us both. Denise winked back.

We finally landed; Elle and I were in the bulkhead so we were the first two off the plane, but not before I leaned over and told Denise that I looked forward to seeing her again, soon. At baggage claim, Millie, Chase and Susan caught up to us. Susan was a just a plain old fashioned sweetheart; Elle said I had a schoolboy crush on her. She was right. Susan was 41, 5'8" with a deep Greek, tanned, lean runner's body. She had gotten implants from the same doctor Elle had, only C's in her case, and actually it was Susan who had recommended her doctor to Elle.

In fact Susan got the implants to keep her jerk of an ex-husband interested in her. It didn't work. She was divorced; her husband left her for a 22 year old airhead, and also left Susan with two kids, a 16 year old daughter, Jackie who was growing into just as beautiful and sweet a person as her mother and a 19 year old son, Jesse, who was in his first year of college. Jesse was physically as close to a Greek god as anyone who lived on this planet. In fact all three of them were. They were perfect physical specimens; but all three, also wonderfully shy and sweet people.

Jesse played golf with our group whenever he was in town. He was linebacker on the freshman football team, and his mother doted on him. Elle constantly teased me that I did more around Susan's house than I did around ours. Not true but, yeah, I had a schoolboy crush on Susan.

"Hi H," Susan drawled, in that sweet Southern accent, originally from the South, this Greek goddess had moved here with her then husband and stayed, after he left her the house and the station wagon.

"Hi Susan, is Jackie going to be alright for the week?"

"Yes, Jesse's coming home early to keep her company, thank you for asking." Susan responded sweetly.

"Henry! Where are we all going out tonight?" Millie yelled, bringing up the rear. Chase waved at me and walked up to stand by and talk to Elle, as well as look down her shirt. I was beginning to think of asking Elle to give him that mercy fuck...of all the things we had thought about her doing that involved the act of sex that was one thing I didn't really want to watch. The bags came, Chase, Millie and Susan piled into one cab headed for the MGM Grand and Elle and I piled into another one headed for Caesars.

I had decided to surprise Elle with a suite. We were going to be there the better part of a week, so why not spoil ourselves? It turned out that I was the one that was surprised that we were given an upgrade on top of my upgrade request. We were given a two bedroom suite/apartment that included a kitchen and three full baths. One bath had a Jacuzzi the size of a small swimming pool.

I was waiting for Elle to say something, but as soon as I got the bellman out of the room and shut the door she walked up and kissed me. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt and she pulled it off. I started to unbutton a fifth button on her shirt when she slapped my hands away. She unhooked my belt, unbuttoned my jeans. She stepped back and told me to take my boots off. I did. She then returned to undressing me, the jeans, then the briefs, then my socks. I was naked. She stopped, stood up and told me to make her a drink. I made her a drink.

As I walked back from the kitchen I saw that she was still dressed, she took the vodka over ice and took a nice big sip.

"I am going to do what we planned...I am going to fuck another guy, here in Vegas...but first...first, I want this."

She knelt down in front of me and took my cock in her hand. She looked at it as though she was studying it and then slowly looked up at me while licking the head at the same time. She slowly licked around the crown...I began to grow; she began a low guttural moan that made me even harder. Then she did that thing I love, she licked the slit at the end of my cock. Now she sucked me in, slowly, so slowly, almost all the way down to the base of my cock. She moved so slowly, so softly, and then she stopped and released my cock. I was now fully erect.

She looked up at me, "I am going to fuck a man, and you are going to fuck a woman" she stuck two fingers in her mouth and got them wet, "I want to watch you fuck her...whoever she is...I want to watch her suck my dick...I want to watch her take my dick in her pussy...take my dick in her ass...are you going to do that for me?" as she purred those last words she stuck first one finger and then another in to my ass.

She knew me of course, after ten years of marriage; she knew I loved ass play. I loved playing with and fucking her in her ass, I loved her playing with and fucking my ass. She took my now steel hard cock in her mouth without needing to hold it. She was working different parts of my body. Now three fingers were driving into my ass, she was really deep throating my cock.

The pressure in my ass was sweetened by the wonderful wetness and tightness of her mouth and then she stopped, she didn't move for a moment, she looked up at me with a look I had never seen, she seemed to be thinking about something, she seemed to be making a decision about something...I saw, in her eyes, her make the decision...that beautiful face changed, and I don't think anyone else would have seen it.

She stared at my cock while casually stroking it and smiled that little smirk smile at it and then looked up at me again and whispered, "Be careful what you ask for, little boy," she whispered as she slowly moved her eyes back down to my cock that was so hard it was almost painful.

She spit on my cock again...Elle closed her eyes, took a deep breath and then, literally, swallowed my cock. I could feel myself enter her throat...she stopped; those eyes looked up at me... and then after, I don't know, it seemed like minutes although looking back I realize it couldn't have been, she pulled back from me even more slowly until my cock was all the way out of her mouth. That was amazing; she stared at me the entire time, she coughed and was breathing very hard for a moment, as her breathing relaxed she spit on my cock, never looking away from me and slowly repeated the entire process.

She repeated this cycle until she was able to get a rhythm. Once she became comfortable with what she was doing, she began to fuck my ass with the three fingers again, while bracing herself by holding onto by my leg. I whispered, "I want to fuck you"; she just continued to looked up at me and kept swallowing, stopping, pulling away, spitting, repeat; oh and the finger fucking...I came so hard, into her throat; I would have fallen had she not been holding me so tightly as she sucked the remaining cum out of me....

Slowly she pulled back from my cock and then she stood up. She put her arm around my neck and pulled herself against me, pressing her mouth against mine, and while most of my come had gone directly down her throat, a small amount was still in her mouth, which she pushed into mine with her tongue. That was new. We like kissing each other, we kiss each other well, and this was one of those kisses. She relaxed her arm and stepped back silently announcing that she was done, she licked her lips... her eyes studied me, then a small smile, another decision had been made.

She stepped around me, her hand sliding down to brush my cock, to the little table behind us, and pulled a small brush out of her handbag that was on the table. She casually brushed her hair. I had turned around and looked over her shoulder while she replaced her lipstick. Casually picking up the rest of the drink, I had made her, she swallowed, turned around and side-stepped me. In passing, she brushed my cock again and said, "I'm going down to the Forum Shops, to buy some slut clothes, you should pick a place for dinner."

"Wait," I said, still breathing hard, "I want to fuck you!"

She stopped, leaned in close, her eyes dropped to my limp cock and whispered looking back up into my eyes..."Can you?" she then turned and casually walked toward the door.

"You're topping me? You've finally decided to take control," I said.

"It's your turn...it's my week..." she said, she opened the door wide as she walked out into the hallway. Our suite was at the end of a long hallway. I didn't have to have her turn around to know she had probably had that "I won!" look on her face. She left the door wide open. Two doors down, a maid looked up from her cart as Elle walked towards her.