Eric unpacked quickly. He was anxious to get out of his traveling clothes and down to the hotel’s casino. His wife, Nancy, worked at a more leisurely pace. It was her company that had sent her to the Las Vegas conference. Eric eagerly accepted her invitation to tag along.
At 26, Nancy was one of the youngest, and best, network administrators the company had. Her Barbie doll figure and endearing looks alone hadn’t got her the job, but they hadn’t hurt, either. Those same attributes HAD got her the quarterback of her college’s football team.
Eric didn’t make as much as Nancy, but she found him worth keeping around for his sexual prowess. Three days with him in a Vegas hotel had sounded very appealing.
Down the hall, Cheryl and Mike also unpacked. He was Nancy’s boss. She was a 35-year-old fitness fanatic with a model’s body. Mike made lots of money. Cheryl made lots of love.
An hour later, Eric sat in front of a slot machine, dropping in quarters and tossing down a free drink. His attention was drawn from the machine only once—for a statuesque woman in skintight jeans and a tank top who took a seat a half dozen machines away. Her short, golden blonde hair curled around her ears and cheeks, partially concealing the delicate eyes and upturned nose.
But nothing could conceal the curves of her breasts, waist, hips and ass. She smiled at him one of the times he got caught glancing her way. He smiled back and nodded almost imperceptibly before dropping in three more quarters.
Cheryl watched the striking young man—she took him to be in his mid-twenties—out of the corner of her eye. The shoulders, biceps and forearms bulged out of his t-shirt. His muscular, dark legs reminded her of the weightlifters at the gym. Cheryl’s body told her this kid was turning her on.
After a late lunch, Eric and Nancy spent time at the pool. The late-day sun scorched Eric’s back as he lay flat on the lounge chair. With no cocktail waitress in sight, Eric turned his head toward the bar. He hurriedly sat up, looked at his napping wife and walked to the bar.
“Any luck on that machine?” Eric asked the blonde in front of him.
Cheryl turned. A faint smile crossed her face. Underneath her sunglasses, blue eyes rapidly took in the full length of the young man’s body.
“A little. How about you?”
“Not much. I’ll try again later.”
“Me too,” she said. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”
“If you do and I win big, you’ll have to follow me around, I’m afraid.”
“Only if I get my share.” She raised her sunglasses to the top of her head. Cheryl’s sapphire eyes glistened.
“We’ll negotiate,” Eric said.
“It’s a bargain.” Cheryl turned and ordered her drink. Eric followed the line of her narrow shoulders down her back to the flair of her hips and the bikini-covered ass. She left with her drink…and a wink for the young man with the bulge in his swimming trunks.
That night, Eric was sliding his cock inside his young wife. In his mind, however, the legs wrapped around his waist belonged to an older, tall blonde with amazing blue eyes and a body to kill for.
Nancy spent the following morning at the conference’s opening sessions. Eric gambled, lost, ate and worked on his tan. They met back at the room in the early afternoon. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” Nancy asked on more time.
“Yes. I’m sure,” Eric said, kissing her on the forehead. “A two hour boat tour of Lake Meade and Hoover Dam just isn’t my thing. Go and have fun. I’m going to feed quarters to slot machines and work on my tan.”
“OK.” Nancy squeezed his ass through the swimming trunks. “I want to check out your tan lines when I get back.”
“I’ll probably need a shower,” Eric said, sliding his hand inside the back of her shorts.
“Oooh, yes. I’ll lick you clean.”
They kissed until Nancy felt his hardness pressing against her stomach.
Eric watched TV for about half an hour before deciding to head back to the pool. He put on a t-shirt, grabbed a towel and pulled the room door shut behind him. Just before he got to the elevators, an elevator door opened and Cheryl walked out. She was dressed in a shimmering blue bikini with a triangular, mesh wrap-around tied at the hip.
“Hi,” the woman said. “Are you heading to the pool in THIS heat?”
“Oh, I don’t mind it. And there’s not much else to do except lose more money.”
“I know,” she said. “Your wife went with my husband on the boat tour.”
Eric raised his eyebrows in surprise. “How did you…”
“I saw you at dinner last night,” Cheryl interrupted.
Eric was silent.
“How about a drink?” she asked finally.
“Ah, sure. I’ll buy.”
Cheryl smiled. “I’ll serve. In my room?”
Eric blushed, half from embarrassment, half from exhilaration.
“I’d love to.”
They walked down the hall introducing themselves as they went. Cheryl reached inside the bag slung over her shoulder and took out the keycard. A few seconds later, they were inside her room.
“Have a seat.” She waved toward the living area couch. “What would you like? Beer, wine, mixed drink, pop…”
“Beer’s fine for me. You have whatever you want.”
Cheryl was laying her bag on the bed. She smiled. “I want your gorgeous body,” she said to herself. “And I get what I want.”
She walked out to the wet bar and opened a mini fridge. She pulled out a beer, then opened the drink cabinet and got a small bottle of wine for herself. Eric watched her pour the drinks. Or, at least, he watched the woman’s large breasts and round ass as she poured the drinks.
Cheryl carried the drinks to the couch and sat beside Eric.
“Your wife’s really cute, and Mike says she does a good job,” Cheryl said.
“Thanks. She’s very happy there,” said Eric. He was willing, but not anxious, to resign himself to the fact this could go no further than conversation. He was also concentrating very hard on making eye contact instead of speaking to the ample breasts bulging from her bikini top.
“I heard you played football,” Cheryl said to Eric’s delight. He could handle this topic.
They talked for several minutes about his highlights, their colleges and most hated courses.
“Another beer?” Cheryl asked.
“No. I don’t want you to have to pay for…”
