My husband and I were given the opportunity to take a mini-vacation for one weekend trip away that would allow us to escape from our hectic lives of childcare, long work hours and lack of true, intimate time together. We are both in our thirties, but already we've developed a grind of daily living. I'm not sure how it happened, but somehow my husband convinced me that going to Las Vegas would be better than Jamaica and in truth this turned out to be the best decision of my life.
As I was packing a few days before leaving I realized I didn't have any sexy lingerie to entice my husband with on the trip. I knew deep down he wouldn't need much enticing simply because he was a man. I also figured since he had me alone all he would want to do is have sex. Although, thinking in this way did make me just a litle nervous. Over the past few years I had become increasingly aware that my once young, pert, athletic body had given way to those years, no exercise, extra weight and three babies. As a consequence, I had become a little embarrassed of my body and we started having sex in poorly lit rooms. I wasn't able to let go like I wanted to for my husband and myself. My dear husband would rarely complain. Instead he would compliment me on my body parts, especially my ass. We barely had time to hug and kiss in our daily lives and I knew he needed a good fuck as bad as I did. I knew he would be happy with me, but I still thought he needed to see some extra effort from my playful and sexy side.
So, I made a quick trip to Victoria's Secret. While I was there I became surprised at how horny I got from looking not only looking at the lingerie but also at a couple of the women who worked there. These women were quite sexy and sultry with their perfect hair and make-up. They were very erotic. Thinking about wearing this lingerie and what it would do to my husband's cock made my pussy tingle and get wet. I was determined to look good for my wonderful and faithful husband. I took my goodies home and tried them on. I'll admit I looked pretty damn sexy and I couldn't think of anything else but my husband's stiff member slowly sliding between the lips of my wet cunt! I love to bounce on him so that my tits hang and sway freely for him as he kneads and squeezes them towards his mouth. Then he'll suck them into his mouth and tongue the nipples.
We arrived in Las Vegas in the evening. What happened next took me completely off-balance. My husband and I were standing in the hotel lobby when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of someone I thought was Mel Gibson. I watched intently to determine if it was him or not and after a few moments and several faces passing me by I realized that it was him!
"My God," I thought, "he's gorgeous!" I watched and noticed that he had begun to walk straight toward me. If there was one man in the world who I would have a hard time not having an affair with it would definitely be Mel Gibson. I know too that my husband knows this, but I assume he figures it's a safe bet it will never happen. Mel Gibson remains just my fantasy in movies and on TV. As I stood there everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. My body got stiff and I couldn't move. I could feel my nipples harden and strain against my cotton blouse and in that moment I excitedly hoped he would see them. I was pretty sure my panties were wet as he continued to move closer. I was lost in a daze of him tickling my pussy with my whole, naked body exposed to him when I felt his gentle touch on my shoulder.
"Excuse me, miss," he said as he passed within a foot of my face to speak with a few people behind me.
I remember staring directly into his green eyes. My God, I would've fucked him right there in the middle of the lobby! I sighed as he exited the lobby and continued on with his life; but of course, I couldn't stop thinking about him.
My husband and I got our bags and went to our room. I was going inside, but my husband was going to take a tour of the hotel instead. I told him I needed to freshen up a bit first from the long trip and would take my tour later. We exchanged kisses and he left. I immediately went into the bathroom, got naked, and rummaged through our bags hoping to find the vibrator, but we hadn't brought it. In a complete state of arousal I looked in the mirror and stared at my breasts and examined my body. My nipples were definitely full and my pussy lips were swollen. I marveled at how sexy I looked. I had never really masturbated before, but I felt that this was as good a time as ever. I just wasn't sure if I could do it.
I was able to muster up the strength to squeeze my tits as I brought them up to my mouth and gently tongued the tips. All the while I was imagining that it was Mel Gibson's hands all over me. I was on the verge of an orgasm when I heard my husband come back into the room. He was changing his clothes and told me he would meet me in the lounge for dinner. It was getting late so I figured I would satisfy my desires later. I quickly got dressed as sexily as I could and made my way to the lounge. Standing in the elevator I wondered if anyone else could smell my aroma, especially since I was wearing my crotch-less panties.
I was nervous as I got off the elevator and walked toward the lounge. I found my husband and took a seat across from him. He sure was cute! Then it happened again. I saw Mel Gibson. This time he was definitely walking straight toward me making great eye contact with me. He came right up, smiled, and sat down next to my husband. I just stared at him looking, I'm sure, pretty dumbfounded. I vaguely remember him saying hello a couple of times. Given some time, I was able to finally compose myself and said hello back. My husband introduced me to Mel telling him that I was a big fan.
We sat there for awhile as the two of them made small talk. I kept staring at them in turn imagining being totally naked with them satisfying their sexual urges and pleasuring myself with their two, hard, throbbing cocks. My pussy stayed wet as I peered at my husband who seemed very charismatic and charming. I hadn't seen him like this for a long time and it was quite a turn-on. I started to think that maybe he was my true fantasy after all.
I must've seemed impatient because my husband and Mel suggested that we go back to our room. After the few glasses of wine this sure sounded like a good idea to me. Once inside, I didn't hesitate to take control of my destiny. I desperately needed to get at someone's cock as my panties were soaking wet and my nipples and tits begged for more than my own attention. I moved up to Mel, put my hands on his chest, moved my head towards his and kissed his mouth and tongue. His hands concurrently glided across my neck and shoulders, brushed the sides of my breasts and rested on my hips as he pulled me close. I felt his tongue slide into my mouth.
"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as I kissed him hard. I breathed in his scent for a few moments then pulled away.
My husband was sitting on the couch with a smile on his face and a bulge in his pants as I sat Mel down next to him. I got between Mel's legs and began to rub his cock through his trousers. I unzipped his pants and pulled them down allowing his hardness to jump to life just inches from my face. His cock was gorgeous. It was nearly the exact size as my husband's cock which is perfect for me. I ran a finger from the fat head down the underside of his shaft. He twitched, moaned and tightened his legs alerting me that he enjoyed my touch. I watched as his cock twitched again and seemed to grow fuller. My mouth was watering as I wrapped my hand around it feeling it's warmth and pumped it a couple of times.