Does It Really Stay In Vegas

(Author's note: All rights reserved. All sex participants are over 18. FYI: This is not a submissive cuck story and the bitch only gets first or second degree burns.)

Does It Really Stay in Vegas?

Jax and I live in a small town in Iowa. We married right after our high school graduation. When we went to Las Vegas we had been married about ten years.

Jax's family have been gamblers for generation after generation. Sometime in the 1950's, in a legendary poker game, Jax's great-grandfather even won the furniture store that Jax now runs. Jax gets a nice salary, but the ownership of the store has been split into many shares by the great-grandfather's descendants. Jax only owns around 20 per cent. Still, it is a nice living. Unfortunately, Jax is not the gambler that his great-grandfather was. He wins more often than he loses, but sometimes he loses a lot.

My name is Darlene Pendergraft. Jackson and I were high school sweethearts; however, the story of our trip to Vegas was a long time and far away from high school. We had heard tales about how great Las Vegas was and how much fun it was to visit. We went to some shows and then we started gambling. We won a little money and then we decided to call it a night and went to our hotel room. A few hours later I woke up and sensed something was wrong. Of course, Jax wasn't in bed, nor was he in our room. I called him on his cell phone. He didn't pick up, so I left a message. After a half-hour or so I called again. He still didn't pick up, so I left another message. After another twenty or thirty minutes he called back.

"What's going on?" I asked. "Where are you?"

"I'm in the casino at the hotel across the street," he said.

"Is everything all right?" I asked.

"Not exactly," he replied. "I'm in the restaurant of the casino across the street. Why don't you come over and I'll explain everything."

I quickly dressed and hurried across the street, still busy, even though it was the middle of the night.

When I got to the restaurant, I could tell that Jax was worried.

"What happened, Jax," I asked.

"I wasn't sleepy, and the gambling had been so much fun that I came over here to gamble some more." He continued, "I didn't have my good luck charm with me and so I was very unlucky. I lost some money; then I started doubling my bets, thinking eventually I would at least break even."

"What's the damage, Jax?"

"It's over twenty big ones."

"Twenty thousand dollars!" I exclaimed. "Jax, we don't have that kind of money!"

I could tell Jax was not his usual upbeat self as he began to explain. "I know, Darlene, that's why I feel so bad about it. Also, the credit department here wants me to sign a note. They're talking about using the store as collateral. I haven't explained that I'm only a part owner, even though I run the store. They want a plan with an interest-bearing note. I haven't come up with anything they would agree to. They haven't made any threats, but it's been a very tense situation."

"Can we raise any cash?" I asked.

Jax replied, "I have a few hundred dollars and a few $100 chips that I haven't turned in. Other than that, I have to go home and talk to the bank if they'll let me. The goons over by the door or watching to make sure I don't try to skip town. I'm not sure of our bank balance but it's probably a little over a thousand dollars. It will be more when my salary goes in on the first."

My part-time job had irregular hours and would be of little help in this situation.

The man behind me in the next booth interrupted. "I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma. I might be able to help you. If you're interested, I'll move over there and explain."

"At this point, we have to listen," Jax replied.

I moved over to sit beside Jax, and the man joined us. He was a good-looking fellow, looking to be a little older than Jax and I, but still in his prime.

He began his spiel, "It sounds like you guys got in a little over your head. I know your numbers, so I'm not offering a total solution, but it may be enough to get you out of your immediate difficulty. To a certain extent, this may be taking advantage of a situation, because you likely wouldn't consider my offer if you weren't in a bad place."

"That's probably true," Jax replied, "but what exactly is your offer?"

"I want your wife to be mine for the next twelve hours. For that, I'm willing to pay $10,000; there are some additional conditions."

"No, absolutely not," was Jax's immediate response.

"Jax, let's at least hear his whole offer, before we reject it," I remonstrated with him.

"You'd consider spending the night with this guy. You know nothing about him," Jax reminded me.

"You know better than I about the guys who want you to deliver over twenty thousand. If that's not a problem, I agree with you." I told him.

"Things can get ugly here if you get on the wrong side of the wrong people," the stranger told us.

"Okay, I guess we should listen, but I don't like the idea of you spending the night with someone you know nothing about," Jax assured me. "I don't like the idea of you spending the night with any body else. Not knowing him just makes it worse!"

"Tell us the rest," I asked the man.

"First, a little about me. I am Harold Christy. I am an investor. You can ask anyone here. I keep my word, and I have many investments, both here in Vegas and also in LA." He gave us both business cards. "I guess I should know your names as well."

"I'm Jackson Pendergraft, and this is my wife, Darlene," replied Jax. He gave Mr. Christy one of his business cards.

Christy continued, "My proposal is simple. The lady spends twelve hours with me. She does whatever I ask. There will be video, but the video will never be commercially distributed. Upon satisfactory completion of the twelve hours of service, I will pay you $10,000 cash. That's pretty much it. Most of the time we'll be in my suite upstairs, although we may occasionally come down for a meal or something."

"How much do we need, Jax?" I asked.

"It's a few hundred dollars over $24,000," he replied.

"So even If I did this, it wouldn't solve our problem?" I continued.

Mr. Christy interjected, "If you come up with $10,000, they'll be much more willing to negotiate the balance."

Jax replied, "I don't think we're in agreement on this. Could you give us a few minutes."

Christy got up and sat at the counter far enough away to be out of earshot.

"I don't like anything about this," Jax said.

I replied, "I don't want you to get hurt. If you have an alternative plan, please, tell me what it is."

Jax admitted, "That's the problem. The alternatives are such that this begins to seem possible."

"It's one night," I told him. "I think I can do it if you can deal with me prostituting myself."

"It's a bad alternative," he replied, "but it may be the best. You'll be bearing the brunt of it, so if you can do your part, I'll have to man up and live with it. I'm glad you called it what it is. It is prostitution, but I was the stupido to get us into this."

"I don't want to do this, but the alternatives may be worse," I admitted.

"Let me do the negotiating," he instructed me.

Reluctantly, I agreed.

He gave Christy the high sign, and he rejoined us.

"What's the verdict?" he asked.

"We will accept it with a couple of changes," Jax informed him. "No video, $20,000, with the money paid up front."

Christy replied, "The video is not negotiable. I will go up to $12,000, and I will be willing to pay half up front, but only because you have such a beautiful wife."

Jax looked at me for confirmation. I nodded yes.

"Okay," Jax replied, "We have a deal."

Christy looked at me, "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I replied with a confidence I didn't really possess.

"Both of you come to my room. I'll pay Mr. the first $6,000; Then he will leave. And we will start your timer, Mrs."

We followed him to his room, which turned out to be a penthouse suite. He went to the bedroom while we waited in the sitting room. I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to. But it seemed like the only possibility of us getting out of a serious situation with everything intact. Jax seemed more relaxed than I expected, but I guessed it was because he was less stressed about what the casino guys were going to do to him. Christy came back with a stack of hundreds. He counted them out in six piles of ten each. Jax put the money in his inside blazer pockets, gave me a desultory kiss, and left.

"Darlene, you go into the bedroom and take your clothes off. I'll be with you shortly," was Christy's first command of my twelve-hours of torment.

Once I had neatly stacked my clothes on the nightstand, I crawled into the bed under the covers. I had never been unfaithful to Jax. Of course, there were other guys before Jax, but still I was a little excited, wondering what Christy would be like. Shortly, Christy and another man came into the room.

"Darlene, please don't hide what we came to see," was Christy's first remark.

"I only agreed to be with you, Mr. Christy," I told him straight.

"First, please call me Harry. Second this is my videographer. He's here to take the video that I mentioned before," Christy quickly replied. "This is Billy. His job is to record our night in living color."

I didn't like the direction this was going. First, I didn't want to be videoed even though Harry had told Jax and I about that. Second, I didn't like another man being in the room even if he was just watching us through a viewfinder. He had told us that I would be videoed; but there was no mention of a videographer. I didn't know what to do. I decided that I had made my bed and now I would have to lie in it. Or, in this case, get out of it. I slowly pulled the covers back and stood up.

"What do you think, Billy?"

The other man replied, "She has a beautiful body. Her face is good, too, once you look away from that fabulous bod."

"Darlene, could you turn around? Do a full 360," was Harry's next command. Per our agreement I did as I was told. Embarrassed as I was by Harry looking at me, I had Billy looking me over as well. In a way it was also exciting to have two men looking at my nude body. It was a strange feeling, this mixture of embarrassment and excitement.

"Darlene, could you pull the covers off the bed. We can put them back when It's time for sleep," Harry directed. I was still somewhat surprised to find myself in this situation. In the middle of the night, preparing to make love to a man that I never knew existed until only a little while ago. In a strange way, making love to a stranger was exciting and arousing.

"Next, I'd like you to bend backwards supporting yourself by putting your hands on the bed and spreading your feet," Harry asked. It was a position maximizing exposure and embarrassment.

Harry then squatted between my legs and started licking my most sensitive parts. Jax occasionally licked me, but usually just enough to get me excited. Harry was completely different. He sucked on my clitoris like it was citrus. It only took a few minutes until I was bucking uncontrollably in a fantastic orgasm. I had never realized how erotic a man going down on a woman could be. Harry was making sure I didn't forget as he began licking and sucking again. In less time than before, I was having an even bigger orgasm. I couldn't believe how good I was feeling. My clitoris had never been so long. I no longer cared about Billy or the camera, I just wanted more. And more I got as again Harry went downtown on me. I think the third orgasm surpassed the first two. At last Harry stood up, took me in his arms, and kissed me. His kisses tasted of my secretions from down there. He pulled me to him and then lifted my right leg and entered me. I just wanted him to give me more. I felt like I had waited my whole life to fell a cock like his. He increased the frequency of his stroking, as I moved my hips forward meeting him on each stroke. Billy and the camera were long forgotten as I kissed Harry and kissed him again over and over. I had a fantastic orgasm. He turned me around and kissed me where my neck met my back. I was so ready for his rear entry. He pounded me over and over while I tried to support myself on the bed. This was so good I didn't care who was watching. Again, I shouted my joy in the ecstasy of climax. I turned my head back toward him and he gave me the most wonderful kisses. I only wanted more of these delightful sensations. He pushed me onto the bed and lifted my ankles over his shoulders allowing him a deep penetration of my pussy. Harry had been quiet; now he shouted, "I can't hold back anymore," and through my enjoyment of yet another orgasm I felt the additional stimulus of cum splashing against my vaginal walls.

Now Harry spoke, "Get down on your knees; you're going to have to work for the next round." I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I got down on my knees, only to have him thrust his cock into my mouth. I never went down much on Jax. He was always ready, yet it was one and done with him. Apparently, Harry was planning on getting his money's worth. What the hell, I thought. Give him a good time. He paid for it. Although inexperienced, I did my best at sucking his organ. It seemed to work. I would say it was only a couple of minutes until he became stiff again.

He laid down on the bed with his feet toward the foot and toward Billy. "You're going to have to do some of the work this time, Miss Darlene. Climb aboard. Again, this was not something I usually did with Jax, but I did as I was told. He had decided to run me through my paces. First, I sat on him erect and moved my body up and down, then I changed my position slightly moving my hips back and forth. Then I leaned over and kissed him and moved my hips up and down. It was all good. The best was when he told me to lean back and move my lower body up and down. This was enough for me to again feel his semen again coating the walls of my pussy. This was the best sex and the most sex I had ever had.

However, I was instructed to again lick and suck his organ, this time including a treatment of his balls. I was only too glad to do it. I anticipated that there would be at least one more round of this amazing fucking before we slept. This time he indulged me with a part of his inventory of rear entry positions, including doggy, boat, flatiron, kneeling prison guard, and sitting wheelbarrow. His rule was we changed positions each time I came. Finally, he filled me up again as we did the sitting wheelbarrow, one of several positions that I had never done before but that I vowed I would do again.

Harry was obviously more excited by my body than Jax usually was, but this had been the most exciting sexual experience of my life. I was ready for some snuggle time; however, Harry got out of bed. Then, I got a real shock as Billy quickly shucked his clothes and climbed into bed with me.

"What? What's going on?"

Harry quickly returned and put his right hand on my left boob and his left hand on my labia and clitoris. "I thought so!" he pronounced. "You're still excited and wet. Poor Billy had to watch your entire performance with me without any release of his own. I thought Billy and I would trade places for a while." He rubbed me so more and told me, "I can tell you're ready to go again. Billy's ready, and I'm not, but I'll play videographer for a while."

"I never agreed...," I started.

Harry interrupted, "There was nothing explicitly saying you would do Billy, but there wasn't anything saying otherwise. You agreed to do what I told you to do. I'm telling you to fuck Billy. What's so bad about that?"

The point became moot as Billy stuck his tongue into my mouth and his manhood into my vagina. It didn't feel as good as with Harry, but it still felt very good. Harry quickly took the camera in hand so that no part of my performance would be missed. Billy did not seem to have the exotic repertoire that Harry had, but by now I had no resistance to vaginal intrusion, and what can I say: I came, and I came, and I came again, and I enjoyed every minute of it. By the time Billy dropped his load into my overflowing pussy, I was feeling so good and relaxed that I even hammed it up a little for the camera.

"I think you're asking for more," Harry told me. "I'm going to give you what you want," as he stuck his organ into my mouth. I didn't complain as he took me through another five or six positions and orgasms. After he came, I started to think about getting some sleep.

There was a knock on the door. Billy went to get it. "It's Jake," he said.

"Hey, Jake!" greeted Harry. "Say, I rented a slut. She's fantastic. Want to try her?"

"Sure!" replied Jake, "I don't mind if I do."

"I do!" I interrupted.

"Oh, come on; be a sport," replied Harry. "Jake's really a nice guy. I'm sure you'll like him almost as much as you like Billy and me."

"I didn't sign up for a foursome," I complained.

Harry did his thing again - my breast with one hand and my genitals with the other. He was right on two counts: I was ready to go again, and I was a slut. At least I was certainly behaving like one. I spread my legs, and Jake was all over me. It was the first time all night I was screwed in the classical missionary position. I still enjoyed it, kissing Jake back when he kissed me. Jake rolled me over a couple of times, after each orgasm and again I felt the sensation of semen squirting against the walls of my vagina.

I was ready to go to sleep, but horny Harry decided that he needed one more go. No one bothered to film this last round before sleep. Harry and I went to sleep with him still inside me. I decided that this was the most fun 12K a wife ever made for her husband.

The next morning Harry started where he had left off. Then I had to take care of Billy and Jake. Then Harry wanted some more. I didn't know what time it was, but it seemed that these guys were intending to fuck me right up until the end of the twelve hours. I was sitting nude on the sofa between a nude Billy and a nude Jake giving them hand jobs to make them erect again while Harry videoed the proceedings when someone knocked on the door.

"Don't worry," Harry said, "I'll get it!"

Oops, it was Jax. I couldn't move my hands because Billy and Jake were holding them. What to do? "Hi, Honey!" I greeted Jax. "Just finishing up." I gave him my biggest smile. What else can you do when your husband walks in on you while you are in the middle of a foursome.

Harry was masterful. He sat Jax down at the dining table while I half-heartedly continued the hand jobs. He first counted out $6,000, which improved things somewhat for Jax. Then he said, "Now I have another deal for you. I'm willing to pay another $12,000 to keep Darlene a while longer, but this time it will be for twenty-four hours, instead of twelve."

"That's an interesting proposition," Jax replied. "It would solve our immediate financial difficulty. I think I need to talk to Darlene before I do anything else."

Harry quickly called me over. Billy and Jake were willing to forego their hand jobs if they were going to have all of me for twenty-four hours. It was a little embarrassing to join their conversation nude with semen running down my legs.

"What do you think, babe?" Jax asked me. "I'm a little concerned that you might be enjoying yourself too much."

"It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be," I told him. "I think I could do another 24 hours with these guys if that's what you want me to do." The reality was that I was thinking I might enjoy another 24 hours of playtime with the three guys. It probably wouldn't be as much fun as the first twelve hours, but that left a lot of room for a really good time.

Then Harry threw another curve. "You can join us if you want. I don't think Darlene would mind."