It all started as a lark; I was in Las Vegas for a week attending a conference and enjoying some time away from the office. Staying at one of the casinos on the strip, I was attending meetings through the day, working out in the evening and seeing the town at night.
In the two short trips to Vegas previously, I had never gone to any big shows or anything; I had gone once to an upscale strip club and quickly ran though a couple of hundred dollars on the good-looking and well toned dancers there. But no big adventures, no one-night anything; just a good time and some decent luck at the tables.
Today was a light meeting schedule, so I was taking advantage of some extra gym time. I was midway into my routine when a woman I had noticed earlier caught my eye; she was very pretty, light blonde hair, lovely blue eyes and an awesome athletic figure – tight, toned, tan – very nice altogether. She was watching me lift which made me feel a little self-conscious but wanting to push a touch more weight. Our eyes met and she smiled, but then she looked away and moved towards a guy in another part of the gym. Oh well, I thought, and kept going.
A few minutes later she was back, this time closer. I was in the middle of a lift, and she waited until I was done and came over and introduced herself. Her name was Amy, and she was there for a couple of weeks with her husband. They were vacationing there and enjoying the party atmosphere; they had been there ten days and had seen a lot of shows and spent some money at the casinos.
We chatted for a bit, all the while I was trying not to stare at her in that tight spandex top. Her breasts were small and hard with her nipples clearly visible pushing up on the fabric of the top. On top of being beautiful, she seemed very nice and for some reason mentioned that she and her husband were a very open couple. I didn't really understand that, it must have shown on my face when she smiled again and invited me to join them for dinner that night. I had no plans, she was very friendly and I figured why not.
Before going out, I took some extra time washing up and getting dressed – it was very tempting to stroke myself in the shower thinking about Amy, about holding her tight and taking off that spandex top. My cock grew just thinking about it, but I held off, thinking that I could spend the evening with them and take care of that later.
I left the room in a nice Brooks Brothers shirt, slacks, and some Italian loafers picked up on my last trip to New York. I was getting a restaurant recommendation from the concierge in the lobby when Amy appeared in a magnificent evening dress – all blue sequins, with bare shoulders and a plunging back – her hair was down and she was quite the vision. I could not help but to smile taking it all in, and she appeared to appreciate the compliment. She came up and greeted me with a kiss to the cheek and said we could go ahead, her husband was not coming to dinner. I was a little confused but happy to have her on my arm as we left for dinner.
We took a taxi and went to an intimate restaurant, getting a booth in the back. Amy was very friendly without being overly talkative; she was good conversation and had a tendency to lean closely to me and touch when sharing something. I could not help but to be charmed with her and she seemed to be enjoying herself. We started talking about our lives and she began talking about her and her husband.
To this point we had been very casual, just small talk, but then she slid over to me, put her hand on mine and said she wanted to tell me something. Naturally I told her to go ahead. She leaned so close I could smell her hair, her subtle perfume, and was having a hard time concentrating on her words. She said she and her husband Mark had shared some amazing things together – travel, outdoor adventures – but there were other things they wanted to share as well. Amy looked at my eyes as she said during the last week they had lived out one of her husband's fantasies – they had invited another woman into their bedroom and shared her for the evening.
Amy told me this with her face inches from mine, her eyes big and her hand touching mine. I started to understand something as she went on. Amy said it was one of the most magnificent experiences of their lives, that they both had re-lived it again and again over the last couple of nights. She stopped for a moment to gauge my reaction. I was incredibly turned on at the thought of this beautiful woman going down on another woman, and told her so. I went on and told her I hoped the other girl tasted good, because I was sure Amy would taste good to her. Amy smiled, dropped her hand to my leg, and looked at me very directly.
She said, "It was the best sex I've ever had. It opened my eyes to the way sex can be. I've never come so hard or so many times." She leaned in so that her lips were barely touching my ear. "And now that we've lived out Mark's fantasy, it's my turn."
With this, she moved in and kissed me full on the lips. Her mouth was warm and wet and as I started to return the kiss her hand moved up my leg and gently rested on top of my growing cock.
She pulled back and said, "I saw you in the gym two days ago. I showed you to Mark and said 'He's the one.' Mark agreed and said I could talk to you about it."
I was turned on, flattered, and hoping she would not remove her hand from my now hard cock. I wrapped her in my free arm, told her I thought she was beautiful and asked directly what they had in mind. She started a slow, teasing stoking motion on me, hidden under the table.
"It's a little kinky," she said. She hesitated, then: "Maybe a lot kinky. I've always thought Mark is secretly bisexual. This time it's my turn to live out my fantasy, and that is to share a man between Mark and me."
She looked a little anxiously at me, wanting to know if I was still alright.
In my life, I've never been with another guy. It's always been with a girl – and on a couple of occasions, two girls. But to be honest, I have to admit to fantasizing about being with a couple. I've often come by my hand, stroking it fast until I squirted all over my hard stomach, thinking about being taken by two people at the same time. Here was this opportunity with this magnificent woman, asking if I was OK with it.
I told her, "Honestly, I have never been with another guy, but have fantasized about it..." Looking at her, I wanted to kiss those lips again. My body reacted to the idea, I made a leap and said, "So long as I can have some more of you..." leaned in, and kissed her long and hard.
Amy responded by kissing back, opening her mouth and letting our tongues touch; her hand reflexively tightened on my cock and my hips moved in response. We needed to get to a room quickly. But before I could stand, she put her hand on my arm and asked me to stop for a second.
"Wait – there's more. This part may be hard for you." She looked at me earnestly. "I need to add something – something that might make you uncomfortable. Something I have thought about for years." I stopped and waited to hear the rest; I felt a faint touch of anxiety start to run through me.
She said, "I have always wanted to have a man with us... but somehow anonymously. To share him with Mark, but for Mark and me to be in total control. For us to completely..." She was seeking words. "Have him."
