Finally, we'd gotten away for a long weekend in Las Vegas. Busy careers and young children had kept us from vacationing as a couple for several years. We'd rushed to our hotel... and gone right to sleep! The following day, after unwinding at the pool, a show, and a late dinner, we'd settled into a booth at a very nice club near our hotel for a nightcap.
"So... " my beautiful wife Michelle smiled. She swirled her wine glass, clearly more relaxed than she'd been in months. And clearly more than a bit tipsy.
"So," I smiled back, enjoying the buzz I was riding after several drinks at dinner.
"Wanna start tonight, Cucky?" Michelle laughed, teasing. We'd planned to spend our second full day playing our shared cuckolding fantasy. Shopping for her Bull, her teasing and denying me, and finally going out with Michelle dressed sexier than she'd ever dress at home.
"We haven't even done it yet!" I exclaimed. I'd been looking forward to some wine fueled hotel sex with my wife.
"I know, but you're always telling me that you want to be denied," Michelle teased, sliding her foot up my calf, sending a shiver up my leg.
"Well, true... but..." I stammered, thinking about how sexy it was that she wanted to jump right into our fantasy for the weekend.
"But what?" she laughed. "I'm going to the bar to see if I can find a real man. Wait here, Cucky," she smiled. Michelle then left our secluded booth and sauntered up to the bar alone. I saw more than one man turn to look at her. Even at 42 and after two kids, she still turned heads with her sexy little body.
I watched her order a drink, laughing with the bartender over something. She was wearing a classic little black dress, not too short, but fairly low cut in front. It showed off her curves perfectly. As I watched from across the bar, an older man moved closer to her and paid for her drink. Even though it was just play, my heart raced as my fantasy seemed to play out right in front of me - my wife was getting hit on as I watched! She smiled as the man joined her and they talked over their drinks for a bit. I could tell she wasn't interested in him in any real way, but she stole a few glances my way and winked. I realized I had a hard on as I watched Michelle laugh and flirt with this stranger, a man that had bought her a drink and certainly wanted to get into her panties. He finished his drink, and I saw Michelle decline whatever he offered. She smiled sweetly and hugged him before he left the club alone.
I was ready for her to return to our table so we could go up to our room, but I was surprised when she stayed at the bar to finish her drink. She chatted with the bartender as she did, and before she could finish her drink, he poured her another. I smiled inwardly, watching my gorgeous wife talk and laugh with the younger and very good looking bartender.
Having fun, you little pervert?
She texted while he was busy with customers.
Yes!
I replied, laughing to myself.
Now get back here so I can take you up to the room, you sexy goddess
I sent again.
In a minute, Cucky. Patience...
I groaned at her teasing. This was shaping up to be a great weekend. Nothing got me more excited than when Michelle got really into playing our fantasy. I watched as she settled with the bartender, just tipping as he'd bought her drink, and got up to join me at our table.
Just as she stood, a very good looking black man stopped her. As she looked up at him, I could see her eyes shining. He was her fantasy come to life. Tall and well built, he towered over my petite wife. He was very nicely dressed, and was obviously charming her, his smile flashing as he spoke to my wife and made her giggle sillily.
My mouth dropped open as she sat back down at the bar with him.
I'm having one more drink. teehee!
her text announced. She glanced over at me and mocked an 'oh my god look at him' face, causing me to laugh out loud.
Have fun!
