A continuation of the story from the previous chapters. If you don't like these stories, then please move on. It still makes me laugh that those who don't like these stories, still read them, rate them and make comments. Save your time and move on. For those of you that have enjoyed, enjoy.
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After my first day/night with Tammy, we settled into a pretty good routine.
We fucked all the time. We had sex more than at any other time in our marriage. Even when were trying to have kids about four years ago. Biology was against us that time, but not now.
Anne was always horny and I was as well. We still had our dates with our "other," and our sharing of the stories and experiences drove each other crazy with lust.
I also noticed Anne was more confident. She dressed more sexy. Nothing crazy, but more a different way. She wasn't afraid to show some extra cleavage in a shirt or dress and was more confident in showing some more leg in her skirts. She had begun to get her pubic hair waxed regularly and talked about maybe getting some extra piercing, starting with her belly button.
We were having sex at least five or six times a week and she had begun to want to have anal more regularly as well. Despite our having our friends on the side, I felt closer to her than ever before and I knew she felt the same.
We were completely open and honest with each other, maybe for the first time ever. We kissed each other more. Hugged each other more. Touched each other more. Instead of watching television on separate furniture, we snuggled on the couch more often.
And we began to talk about what it would be like to see the other in action. A swingers' club.
We had reservations about doing anything local at first because we might run into someone we knew (funny, how that is an issue for everyone I've talked to since). So, after we made the decision to take the next step since we felt we had already overcome what we thought was the hardest part of sex with others (playing apart), we planned a trip to Vegas.
We planned the trip on our first mutual time that we could both get off work -- six weeks out. Anne wanted to lose some weight, which she had already started to do with her working out more regularly -- often with Sean.
By the time of our trip, she had dropped from a size 5 from when our stories started to a size 3, which was her size when we got married. While she had gone from a c-cup to a full b-cup, and while gravity had played a role on her tits, she looked amazing. Her stomach had flattened with a small hint of abdomen definition and her ass looked amazing.
Best of all, she had grown much more comfortable with her body. And she loved to show it off. She had always resisted me taking exotic pictures of her, but with her weight loss and the confidence of having a hot young man wanting to fuck her all the time, I had now had an assortment of hot pictures of her on the computer. She loved getting naked now.
I had hit the gym a little more regularly as well, but hadn't gotten the same results as my wife. Not that I was fat, but not as much definition and flattening as Anne achieved.
By the time our planed had touched down in Las Vegas, we were horny and nervous with excitement. We arrived on Thursday and planned on leaving on Monday. Our plans included visiting the Red Rooster swingers club on Friday and maybe Sunday, with the rest of the plans up in the air.
We were staying at the Venetian and by the time we got to our room and unpacked, it was 4:30 so we decided to take a nap before heading out for the night. Well, we fucked before napping.
It was 8:00 by the time we were ready. Anne had gone into the bathroom to get dressed. She had bought all new clothes for out trip and I was forbidden to see what she had bought. When she emerged from the bathroom, my jaw must've hit the floor.
While I had noticed the work she had put in at the gym, she looked like a model standing before me and defying her 38 years of age. She wore a red dress that plunged well below her tits, leaving them covered only by the loose fabric that also formed the straps that tied in a halter behind her neck. The dress, while loose around her chest, fit tightly around her ass and stopped mid-thigh.
She finished the outfit with a pair of black stilettos that were higher than anything I had seen her wear before making her normal 5'5" height more like 5'10" with shoes that I noticed also had a small platform as well. Her hair was a little more done up than normal and she had done her makeup more "slutty" with some red around her eyes to match her dress.
People were going to think I was out with an escort tonight. I was getting hard and could've shot my load when she lifted her dress to show a tiny black G-string underneath.
Even though I was in a button-down shirt and pair of slacks, I felt a little under dressed considering the effort she had put into the night.
We headed out to dinner at the sushi restaurant in the casino. I could feel all eyes on my wife as we walked through the casino to the restaurant. I'd like to think some jealous eyes fell on me as well.
We got to the restaurant and were seated quickly. We ordered a bottle of wine. By the time we had finished with dinner, we had drank a second bottle. While we both knew we had come to Vegas to explore seeing each other fuck someone else -- hopefully often -- and she was definitely dressed for it, we just sat and ignored the world while we drank and ate.
Once we were finished, we were both pretty buzzed. While my wife had become flirtier since we had started this lifestyle, she had always been flirty when she drank. We knew we were going to the swingers club the next night, but decided to check out a small dance club in the Venetian that had a live band. We didn't know if we'd find the "hook up" but figured it was worth a shot.
Once we got there, we saw the place wasn't packed, but had plenty of people there and many were dancing. Anne went to find a place to sit/hang out while I went to the bar to order me a scotch and her a chocolate martini. I made my way to her and gave her my drink. We hung out, chatted and people watched. By the time I was ready for a second drink, I had to use the bathroom.
When I returned with a new drink -- Anne was still working her way through her martini -- she had struck up a conversation with a cute couple. When I got there, Anne introduced them as Matt and Gina. I could tell Anne was smitten with Andy and Gina was easy on the eyes as well.
She had a nice figure, accentuated by the tight black pants she had on with a designer halter-top, nice brown hair, very cute face with penetrating blue eyes. The four of us chatted for a while (they were from Chicago and both attending a convention that started on Monday and decided to spend a weekend in Vegas before work started for them) before the band played a slow song. Anne asked Andy if he would dance with her and he quickly accepted. I took Gina by the hand and led her to the dance floor.
Once we settled into a rhythm, Gina asked me something that I never would've believed could happen to me. I had read stories about swingers having difficulty finding other couples to play with and so on. I couldn't believe our luck when Gina looked me in the eye and asked me the big question.
"You two are swingers, aren't you?"
"Umm, well," I stammered before catching my tongue. "Kind of. How'd you know?"
"Look at how your wife is dressed," she whispered in my ear. "You only wear something like that when you know you want to get fucked. Plus, you keep looking over at her and I don't think that hard cock pressing into my stomach is from just dancing with me."
Suddenly embarrassed, I pulled away from Gina slightly. However, she pulled me back into her just as quickly.
"Don't worry," she continued. "Matt and I swing also. That's we came to Vegas early for the convention. You said 'kind of' when I asked if you two swing. What did you mean by that?"
I explained that Anne and I had fucked other people, but never in front of each other and we wanted to change that this weekend. Gina understood and whispered that problem would change tonight. She also complimented me on my size when her hand drifted between us and grabbed my cock.
When I looked at Gina to smile at her, she nodded for me to look to my left. When I did, I saw Matt and Anne kissing passionately and Matt's hand rubbing my wife's ass through her dress.
Just as I went to kiss Gina, the song ended, but she smiled and told me there'd be plenty of time later for that.
We left the dance floor and I asked Anne to join me at the bar to get another drink.
"You seem a little flushed," I told my wife with a big smile on my face. "You know, they're swingers."