Cucked In Vegas Pt 02

Our Friend James Cucked Me in Vegas, Pt. 2

Note: This story contains elements of cuckoldry, face fucking, creampie eating, public sex, and humiliation. If those topics do not interest you, please pick another story to read, there are tens of thousands of them on this site.

Our trip to the hacker conventions in Vegas had gotten off to a great start. James and Lana had already hooked up twice, that I knew of... As James and I headed off to the convention to pick up our badges Lana got ready for a day down by the pool. On the walk over James and I were just shooting the shit, talking about the different villages and talks we'd attend at the con. About halfway there he turned to me and asked, quite seriously, "So you're totally fine with me fucking Lana's brains out day and night for the next week?" My heart jumped a bit in my chest as it does sometimes at moments like this and I said "Yes! You see how happy you've made her when you guys go at it, right?!, that is all I want for her, to be happy and get her fuck on!" I may have said that last part a little too loudly as another group of people headed to the con turned towards us to see what the commotion was.

"It's still just so freaky to me and I hope you're being completely honest because I intend to do everything to her that we talked about in those group texts before we got here buddy". I assured him I was being honest, and we continued walking as though I hadn't just given him free use of my wife for the week. I checked in with Lana a couple of times throughout the day to see how she was faring and to make sure she was all good with what had transpired. She told me she was 'real good' and a little sore but in a good way. She'd forgotten how fat James' cock was and how it had filled her up so well.

I pinged her as the day was ending and told her we were walking back to the hotel around 6 and that we'd picked a place to take her out to dinner. As James and I were about to head into the lobby of the hotel he turned to me and said, "Why don't you go get some limes at the drugstore down the strip before you come up?" I reminded him we had limes in the room, and he winked at me and said, "I feel like we need more, run along Mike and take your time, I'll have Lana text you when you can head up to the room." A not-so-subtle declaration he was gonna have his way with Lana again before we headed out for dinner. I sheepishly and obediently headed back out into the sun to look for limes at the drug store, my little pecker chubbing up again at the thought of them fucking again on the hotel bed.

I wandered a bit and got a drink from one of those sidewalk bars as I walked, imagining them going at it again. Lana is my favorite porn star and I loved to watch her 'work' but hearing the details from her later would also be pretty delicious as she relived the intimate details of their heated coupling. I found the limes and wandered some more and even had time to get a refill on my sidewalk vodka tonic before I got the text from James to head back. I let myself into the room and the powerful aroma of their sex hit me again in the nostrils hard. My pecker began to ascend to full staff as I closed the door behind me, they had snoozed off in a sweaty embrace after he texted me, I guess, she lay on his hairy chest, eyes closed with a slight smile on her face. As I set the limes down James stirred and woke Lana. She rose slowly, apparently still impaled on that fat cock of his, and said, "Hi honey! You're back" with a sheepish grin on her face. They unstuck themselves and James headed to the bathroom, his big sticky cock swinging back and forth. "Clean up on Aisle V...Mikey, get at it!" as he walked by me with a slap on my ass.

Lana had fallen back on the bed, her legs spread wide. Their juicy funk all over her lips and the tiny bit of pubic hair she kept at the top of her pussy. "Careful Mikey, he really beat the hell out of this pussy just now, it's really sensitive down there." I knelt at the edge of the bed and hooked her legs over my shoulders and got busy. Long licks on the thighs, mostly to get her used to the sensation. All the cum and pussy juice was concentrated towards her opening and running down her ass crack. I slowly and gently worked my way towards the tender garden to the sounds of her quiet moaning. The aroma was so strong and powerful as I got closer, I had to fight the urge to dig in with relish and lap it up like the dog I am..... I started with the pubic hair, licking up the cum, and sucking it off the pubic hairs very gently. "That's it Mikey, nice and slow," she cooed.

When the topside was shipshape, I headed down the sides of her vulva, inhaling deeply the musk, taking my time and making sure I got everything from the left side, before heading over to the right. I began again at the top and worked my way down. Fucking hell James was a heavy cummer.... And he'd obviously gotten Lana wet in a way I hadn't seen in a while. I had already eaten so much cum and I hadn't even gotten to the best part yet! Slowly I spread her legs a little more and opened up her lips to reveal giant globs of James' cum. I set my tongue down very lightly and began to lick and suck it up, Lana's moans were getting louder and she reminded me again to be careful.

I understood, I could see how raw and pink her inner lips were, James had worked her over real good with that fat hog of his. I also knew in that moment that I wouldn't be getting it all in this session, she was way too tender. I licked and sucked at her opening as lightly as I could until she tapped me on the head. "That's all for now Mikey, sorry." I stood and helped her up and she staggered, all fuck drunk, into the bathroom with James. I sat there in the chair and released my pecker, pulling at it again and again, my face smeared with their juices when James came out of the bathroom. "That's enough Mikey, put that away. Lana will decide later on if you can cum tonight." Fuck, they had been fucking AND talking about me while I was gone. Any shred of control I thought I might have had about how the week was gonna go evaporated at that moment.

I put my pecker back in my pants and headed to the bathroom. In the light, I could see that Lana had been ready to go to dinner when James hit her up with his needs. She was fixing her makeup as I got in the shower and we talked like a normal married couple as we finished getting ready.

At dinner everything was back to normal, sort of. James and Lana sat together on one side of the booth, all snugged up with me on the other. I wondered if I'd even be going to dinner with them by the end of the week with a deep twinge in my chest and a tingle in my pecker. At one point before the entrees arrived, I'm pretty sure Lana was grabbing his cock under the table as I saw odd looks cross his face from time to time, interrupting his speech. Lana's playful like that, doing something like grab your cock and see if it breaks your concentration.

We finished dinner and headed to this dueling piano bar and got some drinks. The show was quite good with everybody singing along and laughing at all the cornball jokes. I suggested that we head to the High Roller Observation Wheel behind the Lync hotel, they have these little cabins that hold about 20 people, a bartender, and a small bar. Takes about 30 minutes to make one revolution. I'd been on it the last time I was in Vegas and I enjoyed the view. You pay $50 or $60 bucks a head and you get free drinks while you're in there.

They agreed and we headed over to the ride. I don't know if it was the cost of the ride, or maybe the rest of the geeks were doing something else, but we got our own cabin and bartender. No one else was with us. "Order Lana and I a couple of vodka tonics, none for you as you are the designated driver," he smirked. They moved to the opposite side of the cabin holding hands as they looked out the window with the Strip coming into view. "And tip the bartender well Mikey," as he palmed me a folded $50. WTF? I thought as I looked at the $50 in my hand. And what's with all of the Mikey shit lately?!

I did as I was told and ordered them each a double Tito's and tonic, extra limes. I thanked the bartender and slid the $50 across the bar. He looked me at with a wry smile. I turned to see Lana and James locked in a deep kiss, oblivious to me, the bartender, and the Las Vegas Strip. Lana was cock hungry, I could tell, she'd fished his cock out his pants and began to stroke it right there in the cabin, pulling it in long strokes towards her. I just stood there, mouth agape. Doing this sort of thing in public was very unusual for Lana. She looked as if she really didn't care about being seen as she continued to tug at it. James broke the embrace and turned to look at me as he reached for their drinks. Handing a drink to Lana he instructed me to stay standing right where I was, between them and the bartender.

They both took a good swallow of their drinks before handing them back to me. I was about a foot and half away from them as Lana dropped to her knees and pulled James' cock into her waiting hole, backing up as she went so her head would be against the wall of the cabin. James teased her a bit, just letting her have the head to suck on. As he turned to his drink holder, me, he smiled and said, "You got a real good woman here Mikey." I wondered with a pang, what the hell does the bartender think about this whole thing? I got the significance of the big tip and thought to myself. This guy works in Vegas, he's probably seen everything there is to see. James actually held the drink and sipped on it from time to time as she worked his member in and out of her mouth. I watched her go at it with a vengeance, I was so proud of her ability as a world-class cocksucker to bring such pleasure to men. My pecker was at full staff when James handed his drink back to me, he was going to go all in. I held their drinks and watched in amazement as he buried that fat cock in her throat, hundreds of feet above the strip, over and over again. I once again marveled at Lana's ability to swallow that huge thing.

I was so mesmerized that I hadn't noticed that the bartender was standing just behind me, with a good angle on Lana's ministrations on James' thick cock. When I did notice and half turned to him, I was not surprised to see his cock out, his hand flailing away, beating his meat for all it was worth. I was jealous, I wanted to whack off too, but I knew that Lana and James would not allow that, so I held their drinks and watched them go at it. I'd expected that James would unload in her throat as I had the night before, but he surprised me when he suddenly pulled it out her gaping mouth and started jacking off all over her face, hair, tits... everywhere.... rope after rope of cum squirted all over my wife. She looked so beautiful as she tried to lap up what she could as he continued to pull at his meat. Then the bartender let go, all over the wall of the cabin and the floor. Unfuckingbelievable! I never would have guessed that Lana would do that in public!

James helped her to her feet after stuffing that massive Italian sausage back in his pants. He seemed to be surprised at seeing the bartender and I, as though he'd forgotten we were there. He grabbed both drinks from me and handed one to Lana, looking radiant with his cum all over her. Lana said, "Grab me some napkins Mikey." "No," said James, "we're walking to the hotel just like this." She and I both turned the color of a boiled lobster, I'm sure of it. Neither of us said anything, James was clearly on a roll, relishing his command over both of us. I had a raging hardon in my pants and she was too cock drunk to protest so we walked out of the cabin together, my wife's tits, face, and hair covered in what was obviously a fresh load of cum.

It was a surreal walk, let me tell you. I felt like everyone we walked by knew what was going on, I was walking behind James and Lana and I could see the look on people's faces, the realization that this lady was walking down the strip drenched in cum. How many of those that walked past us recognized that she and I were wearing wedding rings, not the stud. Then, to a person, they shrugged and moved on and I could tell what they were thinking.... "Only in Vegas...." We came to one of those bars with chairs that face the strip, so you can people-watch. James got us seats right up front and we ordered drinks. "I changed my mind Mikey, clean her up."

I got up to get some napkins. "Where are you going?"

"To get napkins" I replied. "You don't use napkins back in the hotel room and you aren't going to do that here so stop fucking around and get busy". I noticed a couple sitting next to us taking this all in, we were like their own personal reality show. I leaned into Lana and began to kiss her face, gently licking up James' cum, kissing it away, trying not to make it so obvious what I was doing. I used my fingers to get the gobs off her dress and hair and sucked them down as innocuously as I could. Lana and I were both red-faced as I sat back down in my chair.

The drinks came and we proceeded to chat about the day as though none of the events of the last 30 minutes had taken place. "What a great first day Mikey! We should have been coming to this convention every year for the last 30 years!"