Every other year or so, my wife joins me on my annual work trip to Las Vegas. She usually comes at the end of the week and we extend the trip for a few extra days of fun. A lot of fun, it's Vegas! This was one of those years and I was really looking forward to it. We both were. Throughout my meetings, I'd get flirtatious and downright raunchy texts from her. I quickly learned to be discrete when checking my phone after the first photo of her popped up. She was in a dressing room trying on new bathing suits. They got "better" as her arrival approached.
It had been a long week of teasing so I was a little disappointed when my last meeting was going to run long. I wouldn't be able to pick her up at the airport and it just deflated my mood. She was understanding and told me it was ok since Brian's wife was flying in too and they were on the same flight. His meetings were running late as well so they could just hang out for a bit. Again, it was Vegas so there was no shortage of things to do she said.
My day wrapped up and, again, I was a little disappointed when I got back to an empty room. There were years that she'd be waiting to surprise me. On the bed, naked. Sitting on the desk, naked. Standing in front of the window, naked. But not this year. I figured she was still out shopping or something with Lisa. It was actually fine. It gave me a little time to unwind and I had a few emails to complete. I just sat out on the bed, opened my laptop and thought nothing of it.
It wasn't long until the door opened and I heard laughter and chatting. It was Kathy and Lisa, both of them. Again, a little disappointed because I was really hoping it was just Kathy. That soon alleviated when I realized they were coming back from the pool. Kathy had a loose cover up on but I could tell she was wearing a black one-piece I told her I liked when she sent me the photos. It had a flat boy-short type bottom that exposed a good amount of her ass and cut low in front showing a tantalizing amount of cleavage. It emphasized her full figure impressively. Her large breasts were held tightly in place, but not so tightly that they didn't jiggle and sway as she moved. Her blonde hair was mostly hidden by a hat but she was a vision for lonely eyes. It was Lisa that was a bit more of a shocker. She had too had on a sheer cover up but it could not hide the white thong bikini she was wearing.
We've known Lisa for a while, so I've seen her in many different modes of dress - going out dancing in a little black dress, on her way to Pilates wearing tight yoga pants, at baseball games wearing impossibly short shorts; let's just say that there were many situations that should have prepared me. But I was still floored at her there in my hotel room. She has a distinctly different figure from my buxom wife. Both are similar in height but where my wife has significant curves that I live to explore, Lisa is a tight and sleek woman with long straight jet black hair. Her breasts fit snugly in the tiniest amount of fabric and there was no denying the firmness of her fully exposed ass. The white bikini was quite a contrast to her darker Asian skin.
Kathy saw me and quickly bounded over to me. I barely had time to stand up as she gave me a huge hug and warm kiss. She was radiant and had the scent of suntan oil that made her silky as my hands rubbed along her warm body. It was so nice to feel her. She pressed hard against me and rotated her hips tightly against my thigh in the way I find irresistible and usually indicated she was ready for better things. My hands slipped down to caress her ass and I had forgotten about Lisa until she let out a sarcastic "Ok you two".
Kathy backed off a bit and laughed. I was glad that I was able to slightly control myself and didn't have to hide the erection I could feel building. We chatted for a bit, casually, nothing out of the ordinary. But it felt odd. Not only because I was standing there wanting to do nothing more than throw my wife on the bed and bury myself between her legs but because I had those thoughts running through my mind while our friend was standing there wearing nothing more than glorified lingerie.
It was nearly agonizing and both girls weren't helping. Kathy kept touching me and giving me incredibly lustful stares. Lisa added to the struggle just by being there. Then again she certainly seemed to be adding to the tension in the way she sat on the edge of the desk legs slightly parted, then moving to the mirror and adjusting her suit. It certainly felt like she was deliberately trying to hold my gaze. Then there was the giggling. Both of them would just laugh for no apparent or stop talking and just grin. It was curious. I was starting to feel like they were hiding something. It was when Lisa said "Are you going to tell him?" that I knew I wasn't wrong. Something was up. My wife smiled, and smiled big. I waited for what seemed like hours for her response.
"Honey, so, Lisa's been after me for a while, even though she knows how you like it but she finally convinced me." My mind was wild; the erection that I had been holding back was now trying to take on a life of its own. Maybe it wasn't sexual in nature. It might not be. Just because my wife and our friend were there, just the three of us in a hotel room with them barely dressed. Why did I assume this conversation was turning sexual? Kathy continued "Lisa finally convinced me to go completely bare. Down there." Like she had to clarify what "completely bare" meant.
Along with Kathy's gorgeous full breasts and great curvaceous ass and thighs, she had always kept a beautifully full bush. Trimmed and neat but gloriously full. Occasionally she would narrow it down to a thin stripe but mostly she kept it lovely and thick. She knew I loved the way it looked when I had my tongue in her, running my fingers through that hair, opening her folds with my mouth pressing my tongue against her clit. I liked the contrast of the thick hair against the soft pink folds beneath. The way the curly hair would glisten from her wetness as I watched her masturbate. On occasion she would even pull me out and jerk my cum onto her. Watching each spurt land on her thick bush like in the older porn movies we watched when we were in that mood.
My mind was racing and I lost all composure. Any mental strength I had was gone and I was getting rock hard. I was struggling there, wanting to cover up but now sure how. I am certain my efforts only made my reaction more obvious because my wife was blushing and Lisa was just smiling when she said "I told you he'd like it". I sat back on the bed, trying to hide my excitement but also because my knees were shaking.
"Show him." is what Lisa said next. I don't think either of us expected that because both Kathy and I whipped our heads over to Lisa who was standing defiantly with her beach cover-up at her feet. She was standing there in her bikini, one hand on her hip, one hand tracing dangerously low across the front of her taught white thong bottom. "Show him" she repeated. Kathy, almost embarrassingly but very invitingly quickly flashed me. I caught a quick glimpse of a pussy that I thought I had known so well but now looked so different.
It was a quick peek, but I was entranced by her. The thin gentle slit that hid so much. My mind raced to all the ways I wanted explore and penetrate her. How my cock would look slipping in and out of her now bare body. How would that wetness look on bare skin, I was so entranced. I was yanked out of my fantasies when Lisa slid into my vision behind Kathy. She purred in Kathy's ear "Come on, really show him. See how much he likes it already" her eyes and head nodding toward the visible bulge between my legs. I thought Kathy was taking a deep breath to work up the courage to show me again, but I was wrong. Her slow gasp came from Lisa's hand running up Kathy's thigh.
Lisa didn't stop there. Kathy's gasps didn't either. Lisa took a firm grip and pulled the bathing suit back. "See? She isn't she deliciously soft and smooth and clean." I was afraid to move, afraid to speak but I stared. I saw that smooth skin interrupted by a thin opening that started low on her pelvis and disappeared between her legs. That sensitive opening almost seemed to quiver independently from Kathy's slight movement as she leaned back against her friend, her knees clearly weakening.
