My wife Abby and I spent a week in Vegas last spring. One afternoon after walking the strip we decided on a place to get an early dinner and a few drinks not far from our hotel. It was a place similar to Hooters where the waitresses were all attractive, fit, and wear short shorts and tight low cut tees.
Although early, the tables were already full. There was space at the bar and we took it. The bartender had an amazing body and very cute. Abby instantly noticed her and commented on how hot she was.
Abby, who is 10 years younger than me, is very attractive with a great body and always passes for younger than her age of 38. She has beautiful blue eyes and naturally curly hair. She never failed to get attention and tonight was no exception. She was wearing rather casual clothes, tight jeans, and a graphic tee that hugged the curves of her breast very nicely. Although causal, she looked stunning.
After finishing our meal and a couple of rounds of drinks, Abby was feeling pretty buzzed and frisky. Abby and the cute bartender flirted with each other throughout the meal. Abby's abundant compliments betrayed her attraction towards her. The bartender may have been just working to increase her tip, but I suspect there was a mutual attraction based on her eager engagement.
As the two of them went back and forth, the gentleman sitting next to me at the bar noticed the interactions and worked his way into our conversation. He was a nice guy, very friendly, and closer to Abby's age than mine. He was in decent shape with an athletic build and a well groomed goatee. My wife later said he was ruggedly handsome.
We introduced ourselves and he told us his name was Paul, a divorcee of 5 years, a former Marine, works as an airplane mechanic, and was in Vegas with a couple of friends. The reason he was out by himself tonight was he had already lost a significant amount of money and decided to take the night off from gambling. His buddies were doing better so they were at the casino without him.
Our conversation was now on a third round of drinks and there was an instant connection with this guy that was unusual so quickly. Abby seemed very comfortable with him and they began to take over more of the conversation.
After witnessing my wife's flirtatious back and forth with the bartender, Paul asked Abby if she enjoyed the company of women in the bedroom. Rather forward from a stranger, but in Vegas, after a few drinks, at this point it seemed natural and ok. Abby didn't hesitate with her answer. She surprised me though by telling him we are former swingers and she has had the opportunity and enjoyed several experiences with other women. She told him she admires the sexuality of a female and how a woman's unique understanding of the woman's body makes for a great sexual experience, but... she prefers a man's touch, taste, and feel.
With all the drinks going down, I had to excuse myself to use the restroom. When I came back Abby had slid into my seat next to Paul at the bar. I sat in her open seat. Abby was telling him what we have done so far while in Vegas including last night going to the Hustler Club which is a strip club in town. She talked about how hot the women were and how she enjoyed stuffing money in the ladies G-string. Between flirting with the bartender, talking about strip clubs, and especially telling him we were former swingers he must have figured we were an adventurous couple sexually. He was right, but several years had passed since we had been so adventurous.
Hearing that we were former swingers, the conversation turned sexual as he asked us some questions about the swinger lifestyle. He said he always wanted to try the lifestyle and even convinced his ex to give it a go once. They got as far as meeting another couple for dinner and no further. He said as he and the other lady began to hit it off, his ex became jealous and that was the end of that.
Abby and Paul were carrying the conversation and the flirtation level between them escalated. I was content on watching and listening to those two carry on. Paul was very careful though to keep me involved. He ensured I was always a part of the conversation in an almost seasoned swinger fashion.
Abby excused herself to use the restroom as Paul and I continued talking. While in the restroom, she sent me a text asking if I was ok and if I had any interest in inviting Paul up to the room? Suspecting I knew what she had in mind, I wanted to make sure so I text back asking her intention. She responded that he was hot, she was horny, and she knows I enjoy watching her with other men. I responded "go for it babe!" She shot back a row of smily faces and said "great because I really want to fuck him!"
She returned shortly after and ordered another drink suggesting that this would be the last round. The three of us continued talking until Abby asked Paul if he would like to join us at our hotel room to continue the party. Paul sat back pausing for just a second and said absolutely! As we were finishing up the last of our drinks, Abby gave Paul our hotel and room number and asked him to give us a 45 minute head start to which he agreed. We finished our drinks, settled the bill, and parted ways.
Abby wanted the time alone with me so we could talk privately. She mainly wanted to make sure I was okay with it and, after confirming I was, she wanted to freshen up. She quickly changed into something a little more sexy and suggestive. She left her tight Jeans on but changed her tee shirt for a red and black victorian lace corset and some high heels. The corset really exaggerated her breast pushing her tits up and together with her nipples nearly peeking over the top of the lace. She looked amazing and left nothing to the imagination as to what she wanted.
