I spend a little time setting the scene and hope readers feel the payoff is worth it.
Chapter One
"Sweetheart, have a safe trip," Tammy, my wife of 30 years, said as I got out of the car at the airport. We've been married a long time and are not really apart that often. I am going to Las Vegas for three days for a trade show. I won't really be that busy and expect to have a lot of time to myself. I hug her and give her a kiss.
"I'll text you when the plane lands and I'll call you when I get to the hotel," and with that I am off to Vegas. I have one bag and as I walk toward the Skycap station, I am lost in thought. I hate flying. It is not because I am scared it is because it is so uncomfortable. I am close to 6'4" and weigh around 250. I'm not carved, could stand to lose a few pounds; although, I do think I am relatively handsome. I wear my light brown hair cut real short, with a well-trimmed moustache and beard; but, I digress. Not looking forward to being cramped into an airplane seat for the next hour or so. At least the flight is short. As I walk up to the stand, the line is small, and there is a cute lady in front of me. Like me, she has one bag. She is short compared to me, with dark brown hair, and a full figure. She is particularly "well endowed" if you get my drift. I let my mind wander a little. Hey, I am married, not dead, ha ha.
Check in is uneventful and I grab a Starbucks and just loiter around the gate area. When it is time to board I take a window seat toward the back of the plane. I figure I will have to wait for that bag anyway so why rush getting off the plane. A few minutes later an older couple takes the aisles across from one another. I am happy about this as no one in their right mind will want that middle seat. Maybe this will be a more comfortable flight after all. Those thoughts get dashed as I hear the flight attendant announce that the flight is full so please grab an empty seat. I look up and to my surprise, the woman from the check in line is making her way to the back of the plane. As she slides into the middle seat, I am thinking that she is pretty hot. She is wearing a flowing black skirt and a button up white blouse. I can see the darkness of a black bra under that shirt. She looks to be about 40.
"Good Morning, Jay" I say as she takes her seat.
"Good morning, I'm Trish." We make some small talk as the plane taxis from the gate. As we start the takeoff procedures, she grabs my hand and squeezes. "Sorry," she says, "this part scares me and usually I just hold my husband's hand. Force of habit."
"It's ok, my wife does that to me too; I'll step in for your husband" I laugh. Plane takes off and flight is what it is. Not surprising, I am very uncomfortable. "Trish, is it OK if I raise the armrest. It's not much but the small amount of extra space will be nice."
"That sounds great." We continue to chat as the flight progresses and she covers her lower half with a blanket. "I get a little cold." As we talk, she tells me she is in Vegas for three days for a conference. Coincidently, we are both staying at Mandalay Bay. "You want to share a cab?" she asks.
"I'm going to Uber, but, you can ride with me if you want."
"But if we shared the cab, I could at least split the fare with you. I'm no charity case," she laughed. I pause and think for a moment.
"Tell you what," I say, "we're both going to be at Mandalay for 3 days, and I am sure we will see one another at least once. You buy me a drink and we call it even?"
"Deal." We chat some more and before I know it we taxiing to the gate in Vegas. It is a little before 10 and the flight is right on time. Trish and I ride the tram, walk thought the airport and make our way to the baggage claim area. I call Uber to confirm my ride and then send a quick text to my wife. Best thing about today is I have all day to myself. I figure after I get checked in, I will go grab a nice meal and then see what the day brings. At the hotel, as we depart the Uber, I shake her hand, we exchange pleasantries, and she says, "I look forward to that stiff drink"
I drop my stuff off with the bellman and go check in. Mandalay has a smooth check in process and to my pleasant surprise, the specific room I requested when I made the reservation was actually ready this early. I grab my key, head to the elevator and make my way to my room. It is nice to stretch out and I grab my phone and call my wife.
"Flight was fine, you know how it is, nothing in this world is built for guys my size", I laugh. I listen to her as I hear a knock at the door, "Probably the bellman," I say as I make my way over to the door. I open the door and it wasn't the bellman. I see Trish standing in the doorway, wearing a short black skirt, 3 inch black heels, and her button up white shirt showing so much cleavage. She puts her hand on my chest and pushes me back into the room, closes the door, and drops to her knees. She is quickly unbuttoning my jeans and before I know it she has my cock in her hand and she is stroking it. I start to tell my wife I need to go but Trish reaches up inside my shirt and tweaks my right nipple.
"Talk to her," she mouths as she looks up at me. I am a little short of breath as I talk to my wife.
"Yeah," I stammer, "it was the bellman," I lie. I look down and Trish has pulled my jeans and underwear down around my ankles and has wrapped her arms around my thighs essentially trapping me. She looks up, smiles at me, softly kisses the head, and licks the shaft. She blows on it and teases that she is going to put it in her mouth. I am transfixed as I gaze down at her and I gasp a little.
"Is everything OK," I hear my wife ask.
"Yeah, I was just drifting, I have so much to do"
"You have some time, go take care of yourself and have some fun."
"Well, since I'm in Vegas I won't need to take care of myself, ha ha, but OK, I will try and have some fun." I look down and smile as Trish puts her lips around the side of my shaft, like someone eating corn on the cob. She looks up at me, and smacks her face with my cock. I am going crazy.
"Fuck my mouth," she mouths at me. I start to pump in her mouth and watch as my balls bounce off her chin. This might be the best oral I have ever gotten. I start pretty slowly but she digs her nails in my ass, almost as if telling me to pick up the pace. I pump harder as I keep making small talk on the phone.
"What kind of fun should I have?" I ask my wife
"Go take a walk, or get some food. You can do anything you want, just no strip clubs,"
"So you don't want me around any naked women." Of course, as I look down, I am still fucking Trish's face, sliding in and out and I see she is playing with her pussy. She reaches up, unbuttons her blouse and pulls her tits out of her bra. She rubs them on my thigh and I momentarily stop my thrusts. This does not deter her and she proceeds to take me deep into her throat. I can't take this as I am about to cum and my wife is still on the phone. "OK, no strip clubs, no naked boobs," I pant. I am ready to cum and Trish pulls my cock from her mouth and points it at her tits and starts jacking me off. She has my balls in one hand and my cock in the other as she pumps and I start to cum. I am unloading all over her tits and trying to keep as quiet as I can. When I am done cumming, Trish puts my cock back in her mouth and starts sucking some more, like she is trying to get out every last drop. "Honey, I got to go, I'm really hungry and want to get a good meal" I gasp. "I love you too," I say as I hang up the phone.
Trish stands up. Her hair is messy, her tits are covered in cum, and she has a wicked smile on her face. "I told you I wanted a stiff drink". She moves in toward me and kisses me with so much passion. Our tongues are exploring one another, and she whispers in my ear, "You just told your wife you want a good meal and I have something you can eat. You've been telling me for months that you can't wait to eat my pussy so I think now is the time."
"Nice outfit," is all I can muster.
"You like?"
"I'll like it better crumbled on the floor," I unbutton the blouse and drop it to the floor. Trish is now standing before me in her bra, with her tits hanging out, her matching black panties and those heels. I drop to my knees and start kissing her thighs. I reach up and start to rub her pussy and her panties are soaked. "I can't wait to lick your pussy" I remove the rest of my clothes and lead her to the king size bed. "Sit on the edge and lie back." I kneel between her legs and she grabs my hair. I start kissing and nibbling on her thighs and occasionally flick toward her pussy with my tongue. She moans and grinds her hips a little. She has a firm grip on my hair as I stop teasing and start to work on her pussy. She keeps moaning and she is really wet. I decide to slide a finger into her, then a second and am fingering her as I perform oral. She is bucking hard now and I say, "Baby, your turn to fuck my face"
She pulls my face deep into her pussy, it feels as if I am surrounded and this is nirvana. I do not stop licking. She is grinding hard and moaning. "I want to cum."
"I want to wear your cum. Cum all over my face. Go ahead and mark me." She is really grinding her hips hard and starts to moan loudly, I know what is next. She lets out a small scream and pushes my head deep into her pussy again. She is furiously pumping her hips up and down and moaning in ecstasy. She starts to push my shoulders out, but I move in and give it one last effort as she screams and wraps her legs around my head. MY face is covered in her juices as she grabs my head pulls me to her and starts to kiss me with a fury and lust.
"That was so worth the wait."
"You taste so good." I take a deep breath and lie on my side. She snuggles up next to me and I just hold her as we rest. I am stroking her hair and say, "these next three days are going to be great."
"Jay, we're just getting started."