My name is Julie. I am 36, married to Tim and we have two children. I am 5'4", about 120 pounds and have a 34b bust. I was also a virgin until I became engaged to my husband and he has always told me he was too.
This adventure happened in September when my husband and I decided we were entitled to a trip on our own. We arranged care for our two children and planned a 4 day, 3 night trip to Las Vegas. We joked a lot about the Las Vegas slogan, "What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas." Still, I never considered that I would want to do anything with a man other than my husband, let alone actually do it. This was also the first time we had been to Las Vegas since a year after we got married right out of college.
Still, my husband had this fantasy about seeing what would happen if I went to bar alone and dressed sexy. He also wanted to see how attractive he really would be to other women. I am not sure which part bothered me more. I kept telling him I was not interested in any other man, but he kept telling me we should enjoy the chance to really have an adventure. I weakened toward the idea of flirting in a bar. Actually, I liked the idea that a woman my age, mother of two, might be able to get attention. So I finally agreed that we could give it a try, provided I could stop it whenever I wanted. I wanted to be in control of how far it went. In my mind, how far it would go was some innocent, or not so innocent flirting and maybe kissing.
We arrived at Las Vegas at just after 1:00 and checked into our room on the strip. Then we went out to check out how things had changed and what there was to do. We wandered through Caesar's Palace, The Venetian and other places enjoying all the fancy sights and decided a bar in our motel was as good as any other. Then we went back to our room and changed to go swimming and do some sunning in what light was left. After a dip in the pool we were delayed in getting out to dinner because my loving husband decided to help me get my bikini off and before long we were on the bed with his penis buried in me.
We showered, got dressed again and headed out for a nice simple dinner at the motel. During dinner my husband again discussed what he wanted to do. He wanted me to dress sexy and to sit alone at the bar looking like I wanted attention. I asked him how far he was willing to let it go and he told me it would be entirely up to me. I asked him if he minded me kissing another man and he said no. I asked what about having him touch me as we kissed. He told me as long as I was okay with it he would be okay with it. Then I asked the big one. What if he invited me up to his room. I have to be honest, just asking the question made my clit tingle. I was a little surprised when he told me it was entirely my decision.
Then I asked my husband what he would be doing. He told me he would take his lead from me and how lucky he might get. But whatever I did with another man he was free to do with another girl. Knowing I was not going to let this go too far, I agreed.
We finished our dinner and wine and headed back to our room to get ready. With my husband's help I decided to wear a silky red, sleeveless dress he bought me a year before. It is pretty short, mid thigh, and I always feel sexy wearing it. Underneath he was encouraging me to go with no bra but I decided on a pink panty and bra set. The panties were bikini panties with lace all around the legs and waist. The bra was lacy to match. I wore nice simple black sandals with a 2 inch heel he declared me to be truly sexy and beautiful and told me good luck.
I was nervous as I set out for the bar. I almost didn't get on the elevator, but I made it down to the bar and nervously looking around I settled on a little table close to the bar but not in the center of the area. I sat down and took thorough stock of my surrounding. It was still somewhat early, about 8:30, but there were others present. One guy in particular watched me as I entered. I ordered a glass of white wine and when the waitress returned with it she told me it was already paid for. My stomach almost churned as the man I had seen watching me come in got up and came over to me table.
He introduced himself as Steve and sat down with me. Tim and I had decided our story was we were separated and I was down with friends but they had decided to go to a show and I wasn't interested. Steve turned out to be 42, divorced and in town for a convention. It was about this time Tim came in and sat down at the bar in a location where we could see each other but out of earshot. I saw him smile at me and then turn his attention to a young woman sitting two seats over from him.
I soon found myself enjoying Steve's attention. He told me about his divorce the year before and I told him my husband and I had been drifting apart but that I still loved him. As we talked my glass became empty and he ordered another and moved his chair right next to mine. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I also decided this was my husband's idea and I was free to enjoy Steve's attention, as long as it didn't go too far. As we talked and laughed I would put my hand on his arm and lean into him so I at least touched my shoulder to his. It wasn't long before Steve had his hand on my bare leg right at the hem of my dress. Even though his touch alarmed me it also made my clit tingle again and I could feel the wetness on my panties.
I told Steve I really wanted to see the volcano at the Mirage so he took my hand and we went out for a walk. The weather was warm and actually very pleasant as we walked the strip and took in the sights. A light breeze kept blowing under my dress and that helped me feel good, along with the effects of the wine.
We joined the crowd in front of the volcano and waited. Steve put his arm around my waist as we waited and I felt a thrill go through me. I also thought I needed to get back with Tim before things got out of hand. I was also starting to think I really liked the idea of things getting out of hand. This was being affected by how good it felt when Steve's hand came up against the bottom of my breast as he held it around my waist.
The volcano was impressive and exciting as I felt the heat of the flames and continued to feel Steve's body next to and against mine. When it ended I turned to him to tell him what I thought and he pulled me into him for a kiss. As he kissed me, and I kissed back, I could feel his erection against my belly and began to think how good it would feel in me. I knew I had to put a stop to things and told Steve I wanted to get back to the bar.
Back at the bar I didn't see Tim at first, but then found him at the craps table next to a girl and with his arm around her waist. Steve and I sat down and he ordered drinks and we continued to engage in small talk. I excused myself to go to the ladies room and made sure Tim saw where I was going. He broke off from his game and followed me. I told him I noticed he didn't seem to lack for attention and he said I seemed to be doing fine too. He wanted to know where I had gone and I told him about the volcano, but left out the kissing, etc. I asked him if he was okay and he said everything was fine. I asked him how far he was really ready for me to go with Steve. He looked thoughtful and then said, "Julie, I love you and I trust you. This is Las Vegas, do what you really want to do." Then he asked me if I wanted to go to bed with Steve. I told him no. Then I asked what if I did want to. Tim told me it was my choice. My voice almost broke with nervousness as I told him, "See you in the morning."
Even though I told Tim I would see him in the morning, I didn't really intend to sleep with Steve. I just could not see myself making love to a man other than my husband. Still, I went back to the bar and rejoined Steve who welcomed me back with a kiss. As we talked Steve put his hand on my leg again but this time he moved it higher and had it on the inside of my thigh.
