I wish to sincerely thank my muse for this story, DirtyDebbie!
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Don't wet your pants reading the title. I'm not the Debbie who did Dallas, and if you're expecting that the "Does" in the title means that I fuck everyone who I come into contact with there then you will be sadly disappointed. I hope that my little sojourn to Vegas still interests you, however.
Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm thirty one, a buxom lass, 5'1", 130 pounds with DD boobs, and medium length blond hair. Once she became famous several people have told me that I look like Kellie Pickler's buxom sister.
I had to wear a back brace for several years because my little body had a hard time supporting my big tits. I started an exercise program to make my lower back muscles stronger and more flexible. It worked so I have not had to wear a brace in more than five years. I do need a very sturdy jog bra when I run, though, otherwise I'll either put out an eye or redden my stomach (ha, ha).
My first marriage didn't work out so well. My first husband, Boris, seemed like a basically normal guy when we married. He was smart, had a good job, and was nice and good looking. He wasn't a particularly good lover but I thought it would get better. I was disappointed when after two years of marriage sex with him was more like Labor Day than The Fourth of July.
Also Boris was not the most open guy in the world about fantasies or what was expected as far as sexual contact with others was concerned. I tried to engage him on the subjects a few times and was stonewalled.
I became suspicious of some of his activities, however, and found out that he was fucking two different bimbos (I hope that they got more pleasure from him than I did). While I had gotten a couple of "tit massages" from male friends I had never fucked anyone, and considered that off limits. I divorced his ass.
My present husband, Rob, is eight years older than I am. He is much more mature and communicative than Boris was, and he is great in the sack, having excellent oral skills as well as knowing how to properly move his dick in my pussy. He also loves tit-fucking, maybe even more than I do.
Rob, being more mature, is often willing to be at least partially open about fantasies and talk about sex in general. My three years of marriage to him have been wonderful.
Rob was coming up on his 40th birthday. For my 31st he had thrown a big bash, with a male stripper and a wet T-shirt contest, where one of his friend's wives and I were the only participants. I got lots of compliments and tit-feels (several under my wet shirt) that night, as well as a bunch of ass grabs, especially since I pretended to be drunk even though I was only slightly buzzed. Rob saw that I was enjoying the attention and only smiled.
Since Rob had been a great husband for his 40th birthday I told him that he and his three best friends, Justin, Ted, and Upton, should go to Vegas for three days and two nights to celebrate (leaving Friday morning and returning Sunday night). I told him that I'd work some overtime and pay for a private poolside cabana for the second and third days, and gave him all sorts of information such as the best prices and times on flights. If he and his three buddies shared a suite the cost would be reasonable.
Justin, Ted and Upton are all good looking guys. They're all about the same height and weight as Rob (roughly six feet, 180 pounds) but since Rob is young at heart they're all younger than he is. Upton is 35 and married (and the most consistent tit squeezer at my 31st party), Ted is my age, and Justin (the best looking of the group) is 28.
I gave Rob only two pre-requisites for his trip to Vegas with his buddies. First, he could not, under any circumstances, lose more than $500 gambling. As soon as he lost that he was done.
The second was that he could not stick his dick in any pussy or pucker hole. When I told him that he said "That's it?"
"Yeah I said," with a sly smile, "if you stick that thing in a pussy or ass I'll cut your nuts off and feed them to the squirrels."
"You do realize, don't you," he stammered with eyes wider than I had ever seen them, "that there are other sex acts besides pussy and ass fucking?"
"Happy Birthday, darling," was all I said, kissed him with a little tongue and then walked away. He was still just standing there stunned when I yelled over my shoulder as I walked away "don't expect any other presents from me." I giggled to myself.
While I was OK, as his birthday present, with Rob getting some non-intercourse action I also wanted to be in control of it, at least to some extent. I had second and third parts to his present that he didn't know about.
To explain the second part of his present I have to describe one of my friends to you. Rob knows that we are friends but he has no idea what good friends we are since I never saw any reason to tell him.
My friend's name is Kyleigh; she's 19, my height, weighs about ten pounds less, and has brown hair, brown eyes and a 34D chest -- I know because she and I talk about such things. She also has a very tight firm athletic body and perfectly toned muscles especially in her hard thighs and ass. She also has a beautiful girl next door innocent face and a smile that drives guys wild.
Kyleigh is a gymnastics teacher, not hard to believe given her toned hard body. Actually her big tits may have been the only thing that kept her from getting a gymnastics scholarship to college because they sure don't help in any gymnastics event.
Rob has an eight year old daughter, Madison, from a previous marriage who takes gymnastic classes from Kyleigh. Fortunately Rob and his ex-wife don't hate each other and Rob and I get to take care of Madison about ten days a month, and we never miss one of her many gymnastics exhibitions and meets.
I go to exhibitions and meets to support Samantha and Kyleigh. Rob goes to support Samantha and ogle Kyleigh, as do all of the dads there except a pair of gay-guy parents. Rob is so funny -- he wears sunglasses even though 90% of the activities are indoors. He says that the mercury lights in the gyms hurt his eyes. I just smile and laugh to myself.
The reason why Kyleigh and I are such good friends is that our parents' houses are right next to each other, and at one time I babysat for Kyleigh. Her parents are religious freaks who apparently would have been happy for her to remain a virgin forever. When she got to be a teenager the only way that she could get to go out was if I went with her. There were a couple of times that situations arose where her parents thought that I exercised extremely good judgment and would only let her go to anything resembling a social gathering where boys would be around if I was there.
Her parents were so wrong, ha, ha. I wanted Kyleigh to enjoy life and she is a very sensuous, fun-loving, sexy creature. Therefore I got her birth control pills when she was eighteen and saw to it that she could get some quality time with three different boyfriends she has had over the last two years.
Kyleigh is like my little sister and we talk about everything, including sex. She is not oblivious to the fact that all the fathers of her students ogle her -- she loves the attention.