Naughty Asian Wife in Vegas

Hello, I'm an American-born Chinese. I'm 3rd generation Chinese-American which means, other than looks, I'm about as Chinese as McDonald's! It seems that people want to know so here are the vital statistics: 5' tall (actually I'm ¾" over 5 feet), 32B-23-32 (for my 40th birthday I gifted myself a slight augmentation from my previous 32A), 100 lbs. At the time of finally writing this I am 44 years old. This incident happened in September 2012. I have written before under another name. This time I have written a little more anonymously because my husband does not know about this event.

In September 2012, my husband took me to Las Vegas for my birthday. I love playing Black Jack! I'm not really a gambler to speak of. I bet small, but can play for hours. Can't say I have ever won big, but I have never really lost big either. When it comes to playing, I can get pretty mesmerized. Although my husband likes to play Black Jack too, he gets bored with it pretty quickly and tends to move on.

My birthday was on the 3rd which happened to be Labor Day. We arrived in Vegas the Friday afternoon prior and stayed at the Bellagio (nice place, by the way). We were staying through Tuesday. It didn't take long before I got acclimated to the buzz of Vegas. On the first night I played until 3 in the morning. We slept most of the day on Saturday, but by Sunday I played all night long and didn't get back to the room until 6 in the morning on Monday. That was me, whereas my husband pretty much was back in our room by 1 or 2 in the morning.

So Monday was my birthday. I slept most of the day (my adjusted sleeping cycle). That night was my birthday dinner so we got dressed up. It had been in the 100s all weekend and that day was no different. Most of the week I had worn shorts, but on this night it was "sexy skirt" attire. I wore a see-through silk top with a lacy camisole underneath. It was too hot for a bra, so it was a braless night (for my 40th birthday I treated myself to a modest breast augmentation. Before then I was only a 32A, but now I'm 32B and ever since I enjoy being braless, lol). My skirt was a light and silky. As it was a "sexy night" I wore thigh-high stockings held up with garters. Naturally I wore heels. I'm not very tall (only 5 feet) so I have to wear heels whenever possible. I give you the description simply to help paint the picture.

So we had dinner and it was great. My husband treated me well as he always does. But despite the way I was dressed, I couldn't wait to get back to the tables! It was our last night so I wanted to have fun.

After dinner we went back to the Bellagio and I started playing. I wasn't losing badly, but I wasn't doing too well. Around midnight, my husband found me and said he had enough and was going to bed. He knew I would be playing all night long so he kissed me good night and told me to have fun.

Around 1 AM I was getting pretty frustrated with the tables at Bellagio. Their minimum bets are high and when I kept losing I wanted to move on. So I decided to go across the street to the Flamingo. It's not as nice of a casino, but when it gets late they have lower minimum betting which means I can play better.

I found a table and started playing. The place wasn't too crowded. The casinos had been packed all weekend, but because it was the third day of a three-day weekend most people had already headed home. The table I sat at only had one other player. The games were going well, so I enjoyed the playing. I had been drinking a little bit (free drinks!), but it was just wine so it was more to be relaxed than anything else. Before long, I was the only player at the table.

Around 2 AM two guys joined my table. They sat on either side of me. They were both in their early 40s. At first, not much was said, but after I got two black jacks in a row they started talking to me. The guy to my left (Bachelor #1) was the more talkative of the two. At some point he asked me why I was so dressed up. When I told him it was my birthday he said something like, "then let me get you a glass of champagne". However the next time the cocktail waitress came around, he was told she could only get me wine, so I had another glass of wine. I told him I would have to take a rain check which caused a little laugh.

A few minutes later, he got a black jack. When he did, I put my hand on his thigh and wished him "congratulations". When I did it, my body felt a tingle. Winning hands started happening on either side of me. And every time they did, I would do the same thigh touch to both of them. Every now and then they would give me a similar pat on my thigh. My body was racing with desire. Finally, there was a change of dealers. When the change happened, I took the opportunity to slide my wedding rings off and I put them in my purse. I wasn't certain that my playing partners would have noticed, but I knew the dealer would have. Either way, I didn't want them to be discouraged from flirting, which can always be fun.

Now with a change of dealers, I was less concerned about the embarrassment of a dealer knowing that I was married. As it turned out, Bachelor #1 to my left did notice the change of my "marriage status". On my very next win, he apparently took this as a positive thing, because when I showed my winning cards he put his hand on my thigh and congratulated me. His hand stayed there a little longer than his previous pats on my leg. So he'd know that I wasn't bothered by this, I lowered my hand to his and rested my hand on his... he easily recognized this as permission. His hand stayed there for several minutes. Every now and then I would experience a squeeze.

Now as for bachelor number two. It took a little longer for him. It was hard not to notice glances that they were exchanging with each other. Finally, after a winning hand his hand was on my thigh in congratulations, I reached down and gave him the same permissive touch. Unlike bachelor number one, his hand did not stay but revisited my thigh every now and then.

Their touches became more frequent. My head was spinning with thoughts. Finally, I asked them to excuse me because I needed to use the ladies room. I asked if they would watch my chips. I'm certain that they took this as a sure sign that I wasn't trying to ditch them. I found a restroom and entered a stall. After I peed I touched myself and confirmed what I already knew, I was absolutely soaked. As I sat on the toilet, I rubbed myself vigorously; I wanted an orgasm. A woman entered the stall next to me. I stopped what I was doing fairly certain that I wasn't being too quiet. My hand was drenched. I rubbed the wetness onto the inside of my thighs. I looked at my panties that were pulled down to my knees and made a decision that they had to go. I took them off. They were understandably wet. I regained my composure and exited the restroom as I did I tossed my panties in the trash on the way out.

When I returned to the table I said something like, "hi guys, did you miss me?" and they near simultaneously said "absolutely". My timing was perfect because the dealer was just starting a new shuffle. It was a multi-deck table so the shuffle takes awhile. When I sat down, I adjusted my skirt upwards exposing the laced hem of my stockings and more importantly the bare skin above. I reached over on either side of me and gave the guys a gentle squeeze to their legs to say "hello". It didn't take long before #1's hand found its way to my leg. I am not certain if he had noticed me hiking up my skirt so when his hand touched my stockings he may or may not have been a surprise. As his hand touched my leg, I reached down with my own and guided his upward so his hand was touching my skin. When he did, he started to slide his hand to the inside of my thigh. I squeezed my legs together momentarily trapping his hand and then I relaxed spreading my legs slightly. He removed his hand. I think #2 had caught on. Because his hand soon found its way to me and I gave him the same treat that #1 had experienced.

Now, the touching started coming more frequently. No longer did a reach happen if I won, but there were condolence touches when I lost too. As the touches increased, so did the location. Gradually, each reach was directed to the inside of my thighs and higher up my leg. As we continued to play cards, I leaned onto the table with my elbows on the edge of the table and my ass was on the edge of my stool. As I scooted forward, my skirt slid from underneath me so my bare ass was on the stool. My legs were spread with my knees more separated than a woman wearing a skirt should. Finally it happened. It was #2 first. On one of his reaches, his hand came over and went straight for the inside of my thigh. I knew he wanted to touch me, but he probably was concerned he might be taking too much for granted. So I reached down and laid my hand on top of his. I turned his hand and guided it straight to my pussy. Once there I pushed his fingers to enter me. The overhang of the table was perfect to shield our activity. Together we fingered my hole for nearly 30 seconds. He removed his hand and I looked over him, smiled and rolled my eyes toward the ceiling as to say "Wow".

I glanced over at #1 and his right hand was resting on his leg. I reached over and put my hand on his. I turned in my seat toward him, my knee was against him. I removed my hand and raised my skirt some more. I brought my hand back to the table and waited. It didn't take but a moment and his hand was on the inside of my thigh. But it failed to reach my pussy and he removed his hand. After the next deal, his hand returned. When it returned, as he was to my left, I reached down with my right and pushed his hand where it needed to be. I brought my hand back to the table and glanced over at his cards and said "nice". By now, I was wide open. He rubbed the back of his hand up and down against my pussy and then removed his hands. On that last deal, I won $10, which was a bigger wager than I had been playing, and when the dealer slid my winnings toward me, I bumped my knee against #1 and said "I'd like to do that again". He reached over, and as he did I spread my legs. He slid his hand up my thigh and when the tips of his fingers came to my pussy he didn't stop. He slid his fingers right inside me. I wanted to die as it was better than I expected. His hand was inside me for just a moment but it was long enough.

From where the dealer was standing we played things off like nothing was happening. It was just a normal card game. As it was late, the tables that were across from us were closed. Our table sat on the outside of the playing area, so behind us was a wall. Other than the pit bosses and those ever-lurking security people above us, it was unlikely that anyone noticed the extra playing that was happening at our table. Because we were never asked to leave, I have to believe that we were being discrete enough for Vegas.

The cards were dealt and I leaned up toward the table my legs remained spread. I glanced down at my lap and saw that my skirt had risen so the lower part of my pussy was slightly visible, I made no attempt to cover as the table was doing that for me. Exchanges between the three of us continued for the next twenty minutes or so.

It was around 4:30 AM and we had a change of dealers. While the new dealer prepared the deck, my two friends were aggressively taking turns on me. I loved the attention. As the dealer shuffled, bachelor number one said, "you know I still owe you a glass of champagne. I know there are a couple of small bottles in our room would like to come up?" Without hesitating, I started scooping up my chips and said, "wow, that would be great".

We bid our dealer adieu and my bachelors led me to the elevator. The ride up the elevator was pretty quiet. We chatted a little, but it seemed all three of us were trying to ignore the elephant in the room. During our exchanges we never made any introductions. I never told them my name and they never told me theirs either.

When we got to the room they told me to go ahead and have a seat. I sat down on the side of the bed. One went for the refrigerator, the other gathered up some glasses.

Bachelor number one opened both bottles and poured three glasses. They handed me a glass and then they sat on either side of me, glass in hand. Unlike at the table, bachelor number one now sat to my right and number two was to my left. Bachelor number one lifted his glass and said something like, "happy birthday to by far the most exciting card player I've played with" which brought a chuckle and a clinking of glasses. We each took a sip. I set my glass on the table in front of me. And then I said, "What? No kiss for the birthday girl?"

I leaned to bachelor #1 and kissed him on the mouth. I expected more, but he kissed me closed mouth in return. Then I turned to bachelor #2. I leaned to him to kiss him opened mouth. He returned the favor. Our lips locked. This guy was not hesitant at all. Not 10 seconds into the kiss, his hand reached up under my skirt. I spread my legs and as I did he drove his finger inside me and I gasped. As he finger-fucked my pussy I continued to kiss him. I reached over next to me and felt the leg of bachelor #1. I slid my hand and felt his cock through his pants. As #2 fingered me, I stopped kissing him and I grappled to undo #1's belt.

I knew what they wanted and I wanted the same thing. I stopped working on #1s pants and reached down to remove #2s hand from me. I stood up without saying anything. I undid the top buttons of my silk top and let it slide down over my shoulders and left it wrapped around my waste. As I did, bachelor two stood and helped me lift my camisole over my head and finished undoing his pants which I had started. As I was braless, I was now naked from the waist up. My nipples were perky and at attention. I unzipped the side of my skirt and it fell to the floor. As they knew, my panties were already gone. I stood there now only wearing my top as a belt, my stockings and garter. I didn't even need to ask if they wanted me to take off the stockings, because I wasn't going to as there was no need. My critical areas were now fully exposed and ready for the taking.

As I had undressed, so had bachelor #1, well at least he had taken off his pants, he left his shirt on. Bachelor #2 was still dressed. I wasn't worried. I climbed back on the bed on all fours. I reached over to #1's cock and did what I was craving, I put it in my mouth and started sucking and stroking. He started moaning. As I sucked him, #2 started getting undressed, except he was taking everything off. As I sucked #1 I felt his cock get rock hard. I stopped sucking him and said "don't cum, I want you both to cum inside me". Apparently, that's what he wanted too. Because, still on all fours, he turned my body so my ass faced him. I eased my knees so they sat at the edge of the bed, he came up behind me and slid his cock into my starved pussy. I was drenched and dilated wide open. He slid into me effortlessly. I shoved my ass against him and he started pounding me. I have no doubt that I was moaning loudly.

As he fucked me, #2 climbed onto the bed in front of me. He had obvious expectations, which I obliged. As he drew closer and as number 1 fucked me I simply opened my mouth. He started fucking my mouth almost as hard as my pussy was getting pounded. I gagged. I momentarily thought I was going to throw up. I reached up to slow him down which he did. I tried to suck and stroke him, but I am not the greatest multi-tasker and was busy concentrating on getting fucked. So to his disappointment I stopped and gave my attention to what was happening behind me.

It has been my experience (limited as it might be), that guys tend to last longer when there are others watching. From my perspective, that is a great thing. But as it turned out, #1 only lasted about 10 minutes. Near the end, it was me pounding into him more than him into me. I could feel his body slow and then felt the sudden familiar warmth when he came inside me. He sat there near motionless with his cock buried inside me. I could feel the continuous pulsing as he drained everything he had to give me.

He pulled out of me. I stayed where I was. I laid my chest onto the bed with my ass in the air. He said to #2, "your turn", in response to these words I said out loud, "yes".

Apparently #2 had no apprehension about fucking a cum-filled pussy, because he was on top of me like white on rice (sort of a pun). It turned out to be a very quick change of the guard as it could not have been more than one minute from exit of #1 to enter #2. I needed that quick exchange. The turn-on of being filled and switching partners was exactly what I needed to. Barely a minute after he started, I reached orgasm. As I did, I felt a gush of my fluids and #1's cum stream down my legs. Recognizing my ecstasy he started fucking me harder. This only caused my previous partners cum to continue draining from me. Fifteen minutes into it, it was easy to recognize he was having a bit of stage fright in terms of not being able to release in front of an audience. This didn't bother me one bit. He was still rock hard he just couldn't cum. I can't think of a better combination for me! He fucked me for almost 40 minutes! He must of turned me from back to stomach at least 4 or 5 times. The entire time, his friend just sat off to the side and watched. Finally, he laid on his back and I road on top. When I did, he closed his eyes (I'm guessing to block out the image of #1) and within only a few minutes a felt him release inside me. As he came, I continued to ride him up and down for a few minutes until he was no longer hard. I finally rolled off him onto my back and just started laughing. I had thoroughly enjoyed myself.

I glanced over at the clock and it was a little after 6:00 AM. That had been fun, but I was still hungry for more. #2 was now laying on the bed, his head on a pillow, next to me. We started some small talk. I asked them if they had ever done anything like that before. Neither had. #1 asked the same of me and I just replied "maybe" and laughed. I turned around and lay with my head at the end of the bed, resting on my elbows. As I did, #1 asked me if it really was my birthday. I told him that technically, my birthday was now the day before and that I just turned 43. He said something like, "seriously? I thought you couldn't be more than 30". He sure knew what to say to keep me wet, lol.

As we lye there, #2 didn't really say much, I think he was still recovering. #1 stood from his chair. He was still naked from the waist down as he never took off his shirt. When he stood, I was happy to see that he was hard again (I guess the little show really aroused him). He went over to a table, he picked up his phone and asked if he could take my picture. I rolled over to my side so my nearly naked body faced him as I lay on the bed. I never said yes or no. He started taking pictures with his phone. I motioned him towards me and said "here, I'll give you a picture to remember". I reached out for his cock and he moved over to me so I could suck him. As I sucked him I could hear the clicking of his camera phone. As I sucked his cock, he said he wanted to video me. I took his cock out of my mouth and simply said "ok". He quickly moved over to the table next to the bed and set the phone on its side. He set it up so the video image was facing me. It was actually a bit of a turn on to see myself naked on his phone.

He came back to me and now I really wanted to suck him. Lying on my stomach I stroked and sucked him. I could taste the remnant drippings of his cum. Since my pussy was already draining the cum of two guys I was really hoping that he would cum inside my mouth. He never did. As I sucked him, I felt #2 who was still behind me, start to rub the back of my thigh. As soon as I felt his touch, I automatically reacted by arching my back and raising my ass slightly into the air. I actually doubted there would be anymore than that because I thought he had already given all he had to give. But as I sucked #1, I glanced back at #2. He was playing with my pussy with one hand and stroking himself with the other. One look and I could see it was working as his cock was regaining hardness. Seeing this, I spread my legs slightly and arching my back yet more inviting his return. With that he entered me. By this time I was so wet, I couldn't even be certain that he was inside of me. I stopped sucking long enough to concentrate. It was then I knew he was definitely inside me. I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me. I started sucking again and as I did the pounding behind me intensified. Again I couldn't suck and fuck at the same time. I would try intermittently, but I was enjoying the fucking. As we fucked, I would go back and forth from sucking to not sucking.