"Damn, I really need to get sucked off this weekend," Jim says as we wall away from the reception desk. "My wife hasn't had my cock in her mouth in months."
Jim has been married to his wife, Kate, for about 8 years. I always thought he settled for someone comfortable. He was a bit too wild for her, sexually. To put it lightly, he was always a bit of a man whore.
He and I met years ago and I've seen just about every woman he's stuck his cock in and I can honestly say I didn't expect him to be with someone like Kate. Don't get me wrong, Kate is nice enough, but very straight edge. There doesn't seem to be an adventurous bone in her body.
"Dude," I respond, "As you know, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!"
"You got that right," he shouts with a huge grin on his face. "Let's get our shit in our rooms and hit the strip and find some hookers."
I laugh at his eagerness, "Sounds good. Let's say 20 minutes at that bar." I point at a small lounge type bar near the elevators.
"Perfect!"
I went to my room and did the standard unpacking and called my wife to check in and let her know we arrived. My wife and I just celebrated our 15th anniversary, and I must say I married up. I'm an overweight, balding guy in my mid 40s. I'm not that lucky in the endowment area, ranking in the bottom 20% of size and girth. To this point I've been able to satisfy my wife sexually, but... well, that's another story.
After checking in, unpacking, using the restroom and "freshening up" I head back down to the bar to wait for Jim.
I'm sitting at the bar, drink in hand waiting. A few minutes later, Jim exits the elevator across the hall and heads over towards me. He is looking everywhere and checking out every woman in the area. His lears border on inappropriate, but he is looking to get his dick wet afterall.
He's in a nice pair of black pants and a white Pollo. Looking better than my jeans and t-shirt, but I'm the happily married one of the crowd.
He sits down and orders his beer, turning to me, "See any whores yet?"
I chuckle my response, "nah, nothing promising for you yet."
"Figures," he says with a bit of disappointment. "You ready to move on from this sausage fest of a bar?" He drains the rest of the beer and stands, obviously ready for me to follow.
I down the rest of my drink, I'm not letting a $15 bourbon go to waste, "sure, where you want to head?"
"Let's bounce from bar to bar," Jim recommends. "I want to avoid the strip clubs for now. If I can get off without paying for it I'll be happy."
I roll my eyes and follow Jim towards the lobby.
The next several hours were spent going from bar to bar, casino to casino. By this point in the evening it's getting late and he's getting frustrated. Im hammered, having had at least one drink, per bar, over the last few hours. He thought he had one on the hook at the last bar, but she ended up getting saved by the other women in the batchlorette party before Jim could set the hook.
"Bro, tomorrow's another day," I say as I look at the time. "We have a meeting to be at in less than six hours. We gotta head back."
"Fuck," he bitches. "You're right. Plus maybe there will be some slut at the workshop I can tap during lunch."
We make it back to our hotel and before we get to the elevators, Jim turns to me. "One more drink at the bar and I'll give up"
"Dude, seriously? I don't think I can have another and be able to function tomorrow."
Jim just laughs and grabs me by my shoulder leading me to the bar.