(EDITED WITH CORRECTIONS AND PLEASE MOVE FROM EROTIC COUPLINGS TO GROUP SEX - MUCH MORE RELEVANT!)
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It was one of those almost unbearably hot July nights in Las Vegas. The air-con was blown and I was sleeping naked on my front in the hope of staying cool. I was dreaming, and oh what a dream. Before I was married I had enjoyed myself to the full, living the party life and making the most of what the good men of Las Vegas had to offer; one at a time, and sometimes, perhaps, more than one.
The heat was clearly getting to me. I was wound up like a clock spring while reliving some of those earlier experiences when I felt movement on the bed beside me. My husband. With the type of thoughts that were powering through my brain, I didn't feel that he would be able to help today, so I feigned sleep. More movement from behind me.
I quickly became aware that there was a slight shaking to the bed and his breathing had increased. OMG, he wasn't waking me up for a fuck, he was masturbating right next to me! That didn't help my thoughts and my body's reaction was immediate. My nipples started to tingle and my pussy became even wetter than it had been a moment ago. I waited.
Suddenly there was a very quiet, stifled groan and I felt the wonderful sensation of his hot cum jetting up my back, with my bum receiving most of his load. You cannot imagine the leap of joy I felt. I'm always self-conscious about my ass but here was my husband, so turned on by my nakedness and exposed buttocks that he had to relieve his tension; perhaps the old backside is not past its best after all. This was so hot, but what next?
Still pretending to be asleep, I took a breath and moved slightly as if disturbed but not awake, and went still again. My clever husband used a large tissue to wipe off the mess under cover of pulling the sheet over my body -- had I not woken earlier, he might have got away with it. I stayed quiet and he went for a shower.
Luck was on my side as the sheet and mattress cover had rucked up to form a ridge in the bedding right where my pussy was positioned. By clenching the cheeks of my buttocks, I was able to rub my clit on the ridge with very little movement in case he came in and saw me. The sensations were heightened by being so furtive, knowing what he had just done, and the dreams I was having before I awoke.
I could feel my approaching orgasm, first as a hot flush from my neck to the top of my head, and finally as I almost passed out, a most wonderful release and a guttural croak as I came. Hubby was still in the shower so I slipped out of bed, pulling the sheet over the evidence of my orgasm and went to join him, playing the innocent, newly awakened wife getting ready for the day.
We dressed without either of us mentioning what we had done, but for some strange reason we were both in a really good mood with smiles on our faces - and then we heard the front door rattle.
"I'll go," I said, and skipped to collect the few letters and the newspaper sitting on the mat. I brought them into the kitchen and one of the letters caught my eye. "This looks interesting," I said, tearing open the envelope. "Oh wow," I cried, "we've won a holiday for up to two couples at a luxury hotel in Palm Springs. It has to be in two weeks' time -- can we go?"
I won't waste your time with all the details of what happened next, as I am too excited to tell you about the holiday itself. My poor hubby works too hard and there was no way he could come, but suggested I go with a friend and let the second room go. "Just enjoy it, Debs," he finished.
The thought of a girly break without commitments was too exciting to miss, so I called my best friend Michelle to ask if she was up for it ... and was she just! She fancied a break from her husband too and when I mentioned the second room, she suggested that her gorgeous daughter and her friend Gabbie could take that room and the two of us could share.
Michelle and her daughter are lively and open to anything so this sounded like a dream come true. I told my husband I would thank him in the way he likes best when I returned, and the deal was done.
At the last minute, Michelle's daughter had to pull out because of college commitments but Gabbie was keen to come anyway and so it was, after a four-hour drive, we arrived at the hotel and checked into our rooms. We all had broad grins on our faces as we looked at the view of the resort from our adjoining rooms and, slipping on bikinis, we went to explore. Screeching to a halt as we hit the poolside, we realised that this was a clothing-optional hotel and we were definitely overdressed.
What to do? Gabbie was eighteen and therefore an adult, and even though we'd lied about her age as this turned out to be a 21+ resort, it seemed a bit weird being naked in front of Michelle and her daughter's friend.
I turned to look at them for a reaction only to find that both had whipped off their bikinis, revealing their most stunning bodies. I was suddenly aware just how perfectly proportioned they were, with slim feminine outlines and both proudly displaying their ample, if not more-than-ample, breasts. Was it the sea breeze that made their nipples pebble, or were they enjoying this more than they let on? Gabbie even had a little metal tassel in her belly button, a reminder of how cheeky and outgoing she was.
Feeling rather trembly, I removed my bikini too and saw them both look down at my completely bald pussy and then at my full breasts and we all broke out laughing, agreeing that this would be a fun holiday.
The first day was uneventful; we were settling in and I for one was studying the wonderful array of nakedness on display around the pool. I was glad not to be a man as my arousal would have been rather obvious, and I could see the other two were also on the lookout as evidenced by some glistening on their pussies that I observed when walking back from a swim as I watched them sunbathing.
Day two took a completely different turn. In the morning, Michelle nudged me and pointed to Gabbie, who was chatting to a tall naked man about five years older than her eighteen years. Michelle seemed relaxed about it, having been warned by Gabbie's mother that she was having regular sex, but Michelle was keen to keep an eye on her anyway. When the two disappeared, Michelle said she was going back to our room so I joined her.
We could hear voices from the next room and Michelle signalled for me to be quiet -- we had discovered a small hatch between the rooms the night before and Michelle, anxious about Gabbie, opened it slightly so we could both see in. It was beautiful. This Adonis of a man was caressing the lovely Gabbie, stroking her body from top to bottom and then, being much taller than her, kneeling down to suckle on her breasts, soliciting a powerful moan from Gabbie, her eyes closed in pleasure.
Putting both his hands on her ripe young bottom, he pulled her sex towards him and started to lick and suck on her clit and pussy. "The bed," was all Gabbie could gasp.
