The Wife Sends Me to Las Vegas

(I've been reading Literotica stories for years, and recently felt motivated to put one of my own experiences online for others to enjoy. Thank you to all the authors over the years who have spilt ink so that I may spill seed, and I hope this story encourages some of you out there as well. This happened a few years ago, pre-Covid. Please do not travel during a global pandemic, not even to fuck a really hot blonde.)

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My wife and I got married in our mid-twenties, and have been together for quite a while, now both in our early forties. Outside of our kids there's not a single person in the world I've ever felt more love for. Since day 1 we've had an amazing level of open communication I'd never before experienced. I have always felt like I could tell her just about anything, and she did the same to me.

But like happens for lots of couples, the sex life took a back seat to family & career opportunities. Those parts of our relationship thrived (I legitimately had a "my child is an honor student" bumper sticker) but most of the time we were too tired, if we could even get ourselves some time alone.

Our anniversary is a few weeks before Christmas, and we were able to send the kids to a friend's and have some time to ourselves. The sex was quick, but good, and afterwords we ended up cuddling and talking about our recent dry spells and what that might mean. Ultimately it sort of came about that while she was enjoying our sex life, she just wasn't quite having the demand for it that she had in the past. She was incredibly content, and comfortable, and loved our life together, but wasn't feeling the sort of sexual need that I described. Eventually she asked me what I had been fantasizing about lately.

I paused, uncertain for the first time in my marriage if I should tell my wife something. She broke the silence with a loud laugh "Oh Jesus this must be bad."

"No, no... It's just a big ask. I've been having fantasies about hiring an escort. You know, someone I have no emotional attachment to."

"Oh wow, okay. Where does this come from?" The question was earnest, she sat up in bed with surprise, but was smiling down at me.

"Ted at work said he'd gotten a girl in Vegas they last time they sent him out there. Showed me a picture. Couldn't get the girl out of my head. Just something about her, or the idea of her, has just stuck with me."

She's nodding now, still smiling at me. "So you've still got the picture, don't you."

"Haha, of course I do. It's been like 3 months" I start to grin back at her, my brief bout of nervousness gone. I grab my phone off the bedside table and flip through it quickly before handing it to her. The girl in the photo was probably her late 20's, long straight brown hair, tanned skin, big fake tits and injected lips.

"Okay, okay, I like it, but let's make her blonde."

"What?"

"I had no clue what to do for you for Christmas this year- my parents are coming out for a weekend in January, and I was going to give you an excuse to leave town so that you didn't have to deal with them." (It's worth it to point out that even just this would have been the best Christmas gift I've ever received) "But I want to do this. I want to send you to Vegas and let you have one ridiculous, stupid, mid life crisis kind of night!"

At first I laughed because of the absurdity of the idea, but she was sincere, and as we talked it out started massaging my leg and occasionally tickling my balls . Over the next hour we booked a flight, chose a hotel room, and scrolled through photos of other girls from the escort service, with my wife being pleasantly picky about who was going to "take care of my man".

"Okay so I like this one- she's tall and you like that, and those tits are out of this world." She made a nice choice- the woman was in her mid 20's, and had this "barbie doll" aesthetic to her- very different from my wife and very intriguing. We sent an inquiry email about the booking, then scrolled through more of her photos talking about what I would want to or could do with her. Round 2 came shortly thereafter, longer and a little rougher than the first time, and then we fell asleep in each other's arms.

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A few weeks later I found myself getting dropped off at the airport by the wife and kids (who were told I had a business trip in Seattle), and stepping on a plane to Sin City. It all felt a little cliche in a weird way, but I was so excited I just didn't care.

There's some other stuff that happens here- The flight was fine (I spent it mostly looking at pictures of "K", the escort, on my phone.) I checked into the hotel, won $30 on an NFL playoff game, and had a pretty decent meal. At 6:30 I headed up to my room to shower and get ready.

Two minutes before 7 I heard the knock at my hotel room door. I wanted to get up and sprint to it, my heart was racing so fast. But I kept myself cool (or something like it) and approached the door like I wasn't insanely horny.

K was a knockout, exactly as advertised. Curly blond hair that fell past her shoulder in ringlets, plump lips, curves that just screamed sex. She wore a skin tight pair of jeans and a black overcoat that hugged her curves. I welcomed her in and introduced myself. She took the hand I offered and kissed me lightly on the cheek, and I could feel myself blush. The door closed behind her and I knew in that moment there was no going back. The relief I felt in seeing her standing there, in knowing that the tension and the anxiety was paying off, was immense.

We sat for a moment at the table in the hotel room and chatted, playing the "get to know you" game. I was trying to keep things surface level, but I found myself asking a lot of questions about her, and the job. Eventually she asked me what brought me to vegas, and I told her the truth- that it was her. Or my wife? Or both somehow?

Her mouth opened slightly as i told her my circumstances, and I couldn't help but laugh a little bit. "You don't believe me, do you?" I asked. "I must admit I don't" she said, smiling at me, the faintest bit of a southern drawl in her voice. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sent a quick text to my wife, who responded with a photo of her giving us a big thumb's up. K laughed "And she's the one who picked me out?"

"Yeah, and I'm glad she did. You are stunning. Like it's a cliche but your pictures don't do you justice". She smiled brightly at the compliment. She had beautiful teeth.

We briefly discussed her "gift" ($$) and the whole time I could feel my heartbeat echoing through my head. I couldn't help but just stare at her as we were talking. She was unlike any woman I'd seen in real life. I don't think she ever did porn (trust me, I looked) but she absolutely had the body for it.

She went to the bathroom to change and I drank about two glasses of sparkling wine while she was gone, trying to keep my nerves down. When she finally came back into the room In a silk robe that barely covered her black bra & panty set, I damn near dropped the glass.

"I hope you like the outfit" she said, spinning around, the bottom of her plump ass poking out from underneath the back of her robe. Somehow she was wearing even taller heels than she'd been wearing when she walked in, and her legs had beautiful length and grace to them.

I nodded, because I was unable to speak and it seemed like the sensible thing to do.

"Thank you. It's one of my favorites. So... what are you looking for tonight?"

"... you. think your body is absolutely amazing, I just kind of want to touch it, and then, you know."

She giggled again, an intoxicating sound. "Well it's all yours for the next two hours. No kissing, and I don't do anal, and I assume you brought a condom." I nodded, there was one in my pocket and another half dozen in my suitcase. "Good, I'll give you boundaries if you need them but I just want you to enjoy yourself."

She sat me on a chair, my back to the room's small desk, and started to dance for me. Her hips, her slender waist, those huge tits, I was absolutely captivated by the way she moved her body. She teased me, opening and closing the robe to give- and take away- glimpses of her bare skin and figure. The whole time she's talking dirty to me, cooing about how she wants to give herself to me, telling me that she's going to suck my dick and fuck me. Then the robe falls and I can see all of her. Her skin is smooth and flawless, and her belly is taut and tan, with a piercing in her belly button.

She sat down on my lap, facing away from me, not unlike a lap dance. I put my hands on her hips as she sat, needing to feel her. K looked back and smiled "It's all yours". My hands ran up from her belly over her breasts, feeling every inch of her. At the same time I lowered my nose to her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. It was new and strange and gripped me internally.

"That's it" she moaned "I'm all yours tonight, all of me". I kneaded her hands with my breasts, feeling her hard nipples through the thin fabric of the bra. Then one of my hands moved down her body, over her stomach to her hips, then her thighs, sliding between her legs. I paused there, then looked at her as if to ask if it was okay. By way of answering me, she opened her legs wide for me, directing my hand to move over her panties.

(I should point out this whole time that even though I'm infatuated with K's body, my wife isn't far from my thoughts during this. I make mental notes of things to remember for her when I tell her the story later.)

At this point my cock is rock hard, and she's begun to take notice, rubbing her ass cheeks up and down the length of me. I can't help but groan, and I start to rub her pussy in response. "I want you to suck my dick" I say- although it feels like an out of body experience- and suddenly she's on her knees in front of me, her hands on my thighs, undoing my belt and pulling down my pants.

Released, my cock pops out of my boxers right in front of her face, a little precum dripping from my uncircumcised head. She smiles that beautiful, naughty smile of hers again "This will do just nicely" and then she has one of her delicate hands around it, spitting on my shaft for lubrication.

She worked me with her hands for a few moments before taking me in her mouth, her thick lips like a vacuum cleaner on my head. It was wild. I'm not an especially big guy (I'm pretty sure my dick is average, if not a little on the girthy side) and she took all of me easily into her throat, with a small gag. All I could do was hold on to a fistful of her soft blonde hair, occasionally pulling her off of me when I didn't think I could handle any more pleasure.

I enjoyed that for as long as I could before I pulled her mouth off of me one more time and smiled down at her. "I want to fuck you now".

She purred "Yes, Sir" and moved to the bed, not climbing on it but instead bending flat backed in front of me, offering herself up. I put on the condom quickly (although not without some difficulty) and lined up behind her, pulling aside her panties and pressing my head against her moist lips. "That's it, I want that hard dick of yours inside me, I want you to fuck me" when I heard her say that something switched on in my mind and it was like I became a different man. I pushed my head past her lips, the grip of her pussy pulling the condom hard against my dick. My fingernails dug into her hips and I started to pump in and out, each time building up more lubrication and developing a rhythm. I reached forward and around her, grabbing K by one of her breasts, my other hand on her hip, just fucking away at her. I held nothing back, ramming my dick into her repeatedly, as hard and as deep as I could go, fueled by her cries of pleasure and her dirty talk "Keep going, keep going, fuck that pussy, make it yours" she said in a low, husky voice.

Then she stopped talking suddenly, a spasm coursing through her body, her pussy contracting around my dick as she came. I couldn't last much longer than that, filling the condom with cum inside of her.

We both laid down on the bed on our backs, panting. I checked my cell phone. It had barely been 40 minutes. I laughed outloud. "What am I supposed to do with the rest of my time?"

K sat up, her big beautiful tits glistening with sweat. "I'm sure we can figure something out."

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All in all it was a great night with K- we ended up getting another bottle of sparkling wine from room service and having a nice second round about an hour later. She even let me do a little photo shoot for the wife, which was a big hit when I showed it to her back at home. To this day that's the only time I've played out this particular fantasy, but it's one my wife loves to mention in the bedroom, so maybe the door is open to one day do it again.