It is amazing that some people's ability to be so naive and yet so devious often clouds commonsense to the point of being ridiculous.
A simple question often comes to mind.
Why would a husband or group of husbands ever be comfortable and accept a proposal from their wives that they go to a place of extremes like Las Vegas for a week while the men look after their children? Alternatively, why would a group of wives ever be comfortable that their men go off on a holiday together austensibly to play golf for a week in a location like Las Vegas or even Southern California while the wives look after the kids? How far can trust be provided as that excuse or is there another thought?
The old adage of what goes on in Las Vegas (or on the trip away) stays in Las Vegas is marketing maybe or a test of the 7 year itch?
In these places of extremes there are always people who are watching, waiting for their opportunities to arise. There are risks and photographers. There are people who just need to break out of their controlled lives even if only for a week and they can go back to somewhat normality or so they tell themselves. Are we ever the same again after we go to say Las Vegas as a single gender group and come home to those recurring domestic issues? The mind has such a confusion of ethics, analysis and self-justification, sometimes thrown in with ego and revenge that the Las Vegas's of this world are cathartic or catalysts if you pardon the use of complicated words.
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The Background
While all the members of the Houston Wives Club had looked appreciatively at that great rear end of a tradie walking up the street in front of them, or down the beach or pool when enjoying a swim with the kids, not a one had ventured outside their marriages for any form of sexual relationship since they married their men. All were healthy, attractive and interesting women who had a decent competitive spirit in themselves.
Jake and Toni's life had been very similar to many of the members of the Houston Wives Club. Met at Uni, enjoyed the pleasures of many others while in the dorms, graduated and soon after got married. The wives worked for a year or two or three and then set out to have a family having bought a house with a decent mortgage and severely reduced cash flows. Once the kids were old enough the ladies got part time jobs and some also studied like Toni. The men's careers advanced and they worked long hours in the heat, in Jakes case as an engineer working for a consulting group on the rigs in the Gulf on a fly-in fly-out basis. The wives saw less of their men and the ladies were all at the sexual prime. They all met down at the local gym to keep their pre-kids bodies as long as possible and all were very fit.
Toni, Belle and Sam were the closest of friends and all worked as models until their first child arrived. Toni had studied sports medicine post uni to help her get her part time instructors job at the gym. It was noticeable that all the members were growing more interested in some of the men's "physique's" down at the gym as their interest in sex with their husbands waned.
In this context Toni and Jake had several "conversations", but they always stumbled on how to deal with the kids. So short term separate holidays seem to be a part answer, along with plenty of low cost entertainment at friend's homes and the occasional naughty weekend when the grandparents could be convinced to be minders. Truth is that might have satisfied the guys who escaped the humdrum of life with managing the kids and the household, but definitely not the wives. For one Toni had a good idea that Jake's golf holidays ended up being more than just sinking puts on 18 greens a day, but she had subtly agreed with Jake to ignore the details so long as they weren't too drastic; it was her turn and so long as the facts stayed out of Houston then the assumption was Jake would let her get on with some reasonable fun in her life. The caution was always on the words drastic and reasonable for married people with kids, family, a mortgage and a reputation to uphold in a conservative community.
The Trips Planning
Toni had provided Jake his favourite roast dinner this Sunday having got home from his golf game at the Club and the kids were now in bed : You know the members of the Houston Wives Club, meaning girls like Red, Moni, Belle and Frankie, we got together this afternoon to plan our activities for the next few months and one proposal came up that we all agreed was a brilliant idea.
Jake: OK your face tells me this is going to cost.
Toni: Well all ten of us reckon that it is time we got a bit of a quid pro quo for you guys having had two trips to play golf this last twelve months down in California. Frankie says you guys may have another one planned around Las Vegas in the next couple of months or so. Meaning we want to have our own trip to Las Vegas to go shopping, sunbaking, some night clubbing and catching up on pure girl's time. Some may want to go the Canyons because they have never been there and we all just want to get out of home for a while before our kids get to go to school and we get locked in to the three o'çlock pick-ups.
Jake: Still going to cost money. And my trips were partly paid by my contracting company as a bonus trip for meeting our targets.
Toni: Well I've been saving up from my gym instructor and exercise classes that I give downtown. I know I have two grand and Samantha and I can share a room. So a week down there at the Bellagio should be manageable, especially by the time we can organize this I should have saved some more.
Jake knew he was boxed in: What about the kids?
Toni: With you and your fly-in and out shifts I should be able to organize a slot that you will home for the week. You told me you were going to have 10 days off at the end of the month, so how about then?
Jake ran out of why not's: OK I just want to make sure you have enough money so let's get the costs sorted out and I can leave it to you to make your own bookings to lock in with the ten girls as you call them. I don't want you to be short of money down there as Las Vegas is not a place to be cash poor. Make sure you have loaded your debit card.
Deal?
Toni: Deal.
But he was not impressed.
Jake guided Toni back up against the kitchen bench and lifted her hands behind his head holding her tightly as his hands wandered down her body over her t shirt and down the front of ultra short mini skirt, firstly feeling only a soft lace bra and then a brief g string covering her pussy: I better give you something to remember in case your pussy gets lonely while I am away.
Toni thought to herself: You mean the first time this month as you exit to the plane you want a quicky. So I get my sexy gear on, give you a great meal, flaunt my body and my god gives me a quicky. If that is all I am going to get it is hopefully better than no sex at all.
Jake undid his zipper and freed his average size cock, parted Toni's legs and pushed the g string to the side. He lifted her up onto the bench, teased her clit to get some precum going for himself and shoved his hard cock up her somewhat unceremoniously and proceeded to fuck her.
Toni: I hope the kids stay asleep with all your huffing and puffing.
Jake: That pussy is sucking me in. It's telling me you want it bad.
Toni: A little bit more of the sexy talk honey might get you a bit deeper. We haven't done the kitchen table yet. Can we swap over please as my back is copping a pot.
Jake was a really strong man from his years on the platforms working his way up to consulting supervisor. He lifted Toni effortlessly of the bench while remaining deeply embedded and laid her prone on her back on the solid kitchen table and the caused the table to shake with his thrusts. Not gentle loving from a caring husband, just fucking as if she was some slut on the table legs high over his shoulders and his cock trying to get deeper into her gap.
Toni thought: Crap sex. Pitty he was not bigger as I could at least get my orgasm going like I used to back in the dorms.
He did not last long, which was common these days and he blasted a smallish load into her pussy. Toni was left with a sore back and neck, no orgasm and a wet pussy wanting action to get her that elusive cum.
Standing back as he exited Jake used a tissue to wipe himself and looked into her face: Sorry but got to crash now as I have a six o'clock flight out tomorrow morning. Loved the roast and the pussy.
Toni somewhat sarcastically: Oh come on back next week Mr Smith. Maybe we can do it again some time?
Jake just ignored her suggestions and headed for the shower and bed.
Toni was hopeful of a long love session tonight as she knew Jake was going to be on site for 5 days, but no way. She grabbed her own tissue and wiped her pussy as it tingled from the afters of that unsatisfying quicky and unintentionally looked at it and the liquid she collected. What did interest her was the small amount of cum on the tissue; this was very strange since they had not had sex together for over two weeks and she was expecting Jake to be full to the brim of beautiful white liquid that he was going to download tonight if she had anything to do with it.
Toni thought: Oh dear...No I should not be asking myself that question.
Toni put her g string back into place, disposed of the tissue in the waste bin, loaded the dishwasher, checked the time and recognised Sam (Samantha) was getting home from the gym about now.
Toni: Hi Sam. I got the go-ahead and not much else. How about you and the others?
Sam: Looks like we are 100% going then. Let's go down the travel agents tomorrow after our classes. Sorry kids and in the bath. Got to go. Bye.
Toni's mind was racing with all the details she needed to organize with the kids, the food and all the family stuff and then about her wardrobe or lack of it to leave some space in her bag for her shopping. Eventually she crashed but happy for the first time in a long while that she was going to have some time to herself, no kids or angry moments as they came home from kindy and peace to work on some of her own obvious issues in their marriage.
With Jake away Toni was able to put in a lot of classes at the gym, organize her trip with the girls and plan her bag, plus spend plenty of time with the kids with no need to keep her relationship strong with husband away on the platform somewhere in the Gulf.
