This is a true story -- happened the weekend before this was submitted! If some of the details are light, it's simply because we don't remember all of them.
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Fantasy Fulfilled
It was a cooler Saturday in September, as the desert summer was finally giving way to fall in Las Vegas. We went to a lifestyle-friendly afternoon pool party that included many other middle-aged people like us, some of which we had met before -- I suppose you could call them friends really.
It was BYOB, the pool and hot tubs were warm, as were the people. The booze was flowing, bunches of naked and semi-naked people having a good time, and occasionally having an even better time in and around the pool.
We had a great time for the day, but over time all of our booze mysteriously disappeared. (Mysteriously disappeared into our mouths, that is!) Needless to say, I was pretty loose and happy the whole day; the wife even more so! I'm pretty sure she made a few new friends in the pool. After several hours at the party, we made our way at home.
We stripped off our clothes and crashed into bed. At 10PM. On a Saturday. We felt so old. But we were still pretty heated up from the party and started playing around in bed.
Then it happened.
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I have to give some background:
What gets me off? As corny as it sounds, watching my wife get off! Any fantasies I have usually surround her getting what she needs, whether from me or from others while I watch. And the thought of other people watching her or us doing so further enhances my enjoyment. We've lived out the exhibitionistic part of the fantasy a few times in the past.
Through many years of marriage and dirty talk during sex, I knew one of her top fantasies. One of the most erotic things she likes to feel is the splash. Oh yes, the splash. The hot splash of a man's cum shooting onto her body. That makes her crazy in a hurry.
But her fuller fantasy is even more. She fantasizes about being blindfolded, sometimes imagining being tied down, while multiple complete strangers are having their way with her. Finishing, of course, with the splash!
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But then it happened.
We were playing in bed, talking dirty, and the fantasy came up again. My buzz had worn off enough that my brain starting thinking mid-fondle, "You can make this happen. Tonight. Like, right now." So I stopped, and told her so. We laughed about it, and then my brain again thought, "Hello?! Really, you can." So I told her again. Maybe it was because she was still pretty drunk from the party, but the clouds parted, the sun shined upon us, angels sang, and she said: "Okay!"
So where in Vegas do you find horny single males ready to make good on somebody? No brainer: The Green Door. For those of you that don't know about The Green Door, Google is your friend.
It's a club where couples and singles pay admission, and once in, almost anything goes. Nakedness, public sex, masturbation, orgies, watching, performing; whatever, it's all good. And lots of single horny guys. Repeat: LOTS of single horny guys. Regardless of what others may write or say, it's safe, as long as you play safe.
After getting the thumbs-up after one last "Are you sure?", we got out of bed and worked on getting dressed. But we knew guys get a bit dumb when horny, so we decided to give them clear instructions. We got a permanent marker out, and on her belly, I wrote "CUM HERE" and drew an arrow up to her breasts. Then I wrote "PLAY HERE" with an arrow pointing down between her legs. Okay, in my excitement, I made a typo on her, and wrote "RLAY HERE", but I did try to correct it.
We finished getting dressed, and got the important stuff worked out: the safe word, two old ugly ties, non-latex condoms (she's allergic), and regular condoms in case I happened to get lucky with someone. We then headed out the door.
A quick 15 minute drive and we were there. We paid the entrance fee, bought a quick bottle of water, and immediately walked through the bottom floor up to the top floor. Surprisingly, it was pretty busy and there were several couples in the club, along with lots of single guys, of course.
We found a large empty play room and set up shop. If you've been to the club, there is a room upstairs next to the bondage rooms with a large-sized black vinyl bed in it. It has an enclosed outer lounge area, with a single door for access to the play room, and wall-sized tinted windows on two of the walls. The windows are transparent, so people can hang out in the lounge area and watch through the windows, play with their loved ones or themselves, or whatever they'd like. Due to the lighting, they could see in pretty clearly, but it was difficult to see out.
Since she was only wearing a sun dress, undressing her took about two seconds.
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My wife is not the supermodel type, but is very sexy and desirable. She is 5' 4", but is big framed, especially around the rib cage. She could diet until she died of malnutrition, and she still wouldn't look incredibly thin. While she does have some extra pounds, they wear well on her due to her frame.
She has dark, thick hair with highlights, which lately she has kept cut above her shoulders. Summer days floating nude in our pool has lightly tanned her white skin, and has also caused numerous freckles to appear on her shoulders and upper arms, with a light speckling on her face and nose.
Her breasts are a beautiful, round 38C, with a slight natural sag that I love, and large pink areolas with a circle of bumps and nipples that always protrude out a little bit. When she gets
excited, the areolas wrinkle and bump up like you were reading a braille book, and her nipples firmly stick out.
She works out three or four times a week, so her legs are very muscular, and you could bounce quarters off of her ass. It is one of my favorite physical parts of her.
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