Author's Note: This story was written with inspiration from my wicked muse who also inspired my story Threesome (if you haven't read it check it out). I got a little carried away at points.
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I don't often travel to Las Vegas for business, but when I do I always take a couple of extra days as vacation to gamble and get into trouble, which is how I found myself poolside at the hotel staring at the most gorgeous woman walking toward me as I reclined in one of the chairs. She was a tall blonde with curves in all the right places, just like I like my women. She saw me staring and as she started unloading her things in the chair next to mine she smiled and nodded. I was so intent on her that I didn't notice the man behind her until she was seated. Judging from his body language he was either her boyfriend or husband. I stuck my nose back in my book hoping he hadn't noticed me unabashedly admiring her body. A few seconds later I stole a quick peek back at her as she reclined in her chair and saw a devious smile on her face.
As she smiled at me our eyes met. I saw a spark in her eyes, something wild and untamed. I felt that familiar warm impulse surge through my body and an excited tickle in my groin. I couldn't handle staring into her eyes and I quickly went back to my book, probably with a blush on my face. I was pretending to read my book but I couldn't stop thinking about the look we shared. Was she trying to give me some sign, tell me something? Who was he to her? Maybe it was her husband or maybe it was just a friend? What if she was an escort and I could book her for the next night? My eyes were going from the book to her and back again. She was facing me and I could see her magnificent long legs, tiny bikini bottoms that didn't leave much to the imagination, and her perfect perky boobs with hard nipples lifting those tiny triangles that maybe could be called a bikini. I was trying hard not to look in her eyes but I was pretty sure that she was looking at me now and then. So was the man with her and I became pretty sure they were whispering about me. But why? If she's with her husband why would they talk about some stranger? Maybe he was her friend after all? So many thoughts ran through my mind that I didn't even realize how quickly time had passed and I almost didn't notice she had finished her drink.
She stood up and started walking towards me holding his hand. So, he probably was her boyfriend or husband. But why were they walking towards me? I felt my heart pumping and my blood warmed in my veins as they walked in my direction. Suddenly they turned toward the hotel lobby and as they turned I was sure she winked at me. I saw her backside for the first time. Under her almost completely transparent pareo I could see her perfect, round, big butt in a tiny string. A woman in a string at the hotel pool? Was she from Europe? I eyed her perfect bum as she disappeared into the lobby. Then she was gone leaving me with an aching rock hard cock.
My erection just wouldn't quit so I left the pool area with my book in front of me. I felt like a schoolboy who'd been peeking down girl's blouses during class. I hoped to catch another look at her but they were gone when I made it to the lobby. I went back to my room to "take care" of my problem. As I stroked my cock in the bathroom I imagined being between those long legs pumping in and out, and kneeling behind that magnificent bottom crashing into her again and again...I came in record time, shooting jet after jet of thick cum into my bathroom toilet. What a waste. Hopefully next time it would be with a woman but now that I'd seen her I knew only she would do.
Even after I jerked off I didn't felt very relieved. I had images of her wild eyes, her legs, breasts, and that amazing bum walking away burned into my mind. I thought that maybe she went to a party. She looked like a wild spirit and I thought that maybe if I couldn't find her then I might get lucky with other girl. I realized that my hotel had a nice bar with a party zone and there was supposed to be some DJ performing live that night. I walked down to bar to try my luck. The party was already on with many amazing girls on the dance floor but as if by a magnet my sight was drawn to the opposite side of the room where I spotted her sitting at a table with him again. Maybe he's her hubby after all; maybe I'll have no luck. I walked over to the bar to order a drink. When I sat at the bar I looked in her direction but she was gone. There was only the dude at the table. I grabbed my drink and turned to look at the dance floor and spotted her quickly. In an instant the dance floor became empty for me; I could only see her and no one else. She danced seductively in her tiny black dress that barely covered her magnificent butt with cleavage so deep that I was sure her boobs would pop out sooner or later. I couldn't stop staring at her, she was so sexy and smooth with unbelievable moves and her ass wouldn't quit shaking. At some point when I was staring at her hips I realized that she was looking at me. Our eyes met again and she smiled at me. I knew that this was the moment, it's now or never so I started walking towards her. As I drew close enough she put her hands on my arms and I couldn't resist grabbing her swinging hips. She dropped down with her hands running down my chest straight to my groin; she was very gentle but I'm sure she felt my growing bulge.
At this point I realized I forgot about the guy with her. I looked at the table and he was still there, enjoying his drink and watching us. As she was getting up from the dive she turned and started rubbing her butt against my groin. She grabbed my hands and moved them up to let me feel her breasts. I realized she was keeping eye contact with the guy and smiling. She moved my left hand and slid it under the dress so I could feel her firm, warm boob with its perky nipple standing at attention. I was so turned on that I didn't even realize where she was directing my right hand until I felt her warm wet pussy on my fingers. She leaned her head back and whispered in my ear, "Wanna fuck me?"
"I thought you weren't alone?" I answered as I could hardly believe the question I was just asked.
"Yes, I'm with hubby...but he likes to share," she replied.
I had never been with a woman and her husband but my cock answered for me as it strained against her bottom. If hubby liked to share who was I to deny him the opportunity. "Yes," I choked out as she continued to grindd her ass against my erection. She took my hand and led me over to her husband. He stared at us with a smile on his face as we approached. I wasn't sure what to say to him (what do you say to a man whose wife you're going to fuck) so I simply nodded and introduced myself. He could sense my uncertainty and smiled to reassure me.
"Are we going upstairs?" he simply asked his wife who was rubbing her body against mine.
"Yes, we are," she answered. Apparently that was all that needed to be said and the three of us headed upstairs to their room.
It was bit awkward as we were going up in the elevator. Sexual tension was building up and I was still a bit confused about what was going to happen. Hubby seemed to be relaxed and she was looking happy. Hubby broke that awkward silence in elevator, "So you are happy with your hunt?" he asked her.
