For my birthday, Sarah told me that she had a special surprise planned in Vegas. I suspected that she was going to take me to a brothel, but I gave no indication.
Just a few months earlier, Sarah had admitted to having had an affair...before we got married. We had been together long before we got married. With both of us approaching 30, I found her admission a relief (to which she was surprised.) That's because while I loved her dearly, I had a much stronger sexual drive than her. I had grudgingly turned down more than a few opportunities at a fling.
In my mind, a relationship is both special and amazing. But monogamy isn't natural...we all need the occasional gratification in our lives; to live out our fantasies. And like Sarah and I, few couples were on the same sexual wavelength.
After her admission, we both opened up more about our fantasies and sexual desires. Unsurprisingly, I had been repressing myself more than her. I told her she was free to have the occasional boyfriend so long as she was responsible and protected herself.
But what about me? Women saw in me a married man, someone cheating on their wife. It wasn't true, but perception is reality. And so we decided that I could occasionally visit a brothel and/or strip club. For brothels, they had to be legal. We both concluded that there was nothing wrong with prostitution as long as the women were both treated and paid well. Of course, this is only true where it is legal - which is not many places.
Given that we live so far from a place like Nevada, I resigned myself to only living out my fantasies on the rare occasion. I think Sarah understood, though...because she was going to give me something special for my birthday.
Sure enough, the night before flying to Vegas, Sarah told me we were going to visit a brothel. She apparently had fantasies about watching me with another woman. Secretly, I was a bit apprehensive. I suspected that she would watch to a point, only to get jealous and put a kibosh on the whole thing.
Even so, I was excited. I gave her the benefit of the doubt. After all, she had planned the whole thing: flying in, car rental, the brothel - even the girl whose services we were to pay for. She seemed serious about it, so it relieved my apprehension somewhat.
Landing in Vegas, I noted her outfit. She had dressed for the heat: a skirt, heels, and a shirt that cut off at her shoulders. I also dressed for the heat: shorts, a Polo shirt...sandals.
I had figured that we would gamble a bit upon landing in Vegas, but I was wrong. Instead, Sarah wasted no time in renting us a car and driving us to a nearby brothel. In anticipation, I wasn't much for conversation - I had other things on my mind.
I do not remember the name of the place, but as we arrived I could already feel an erection starting to build. Walking in, I felt like a kid in a toy store - so many beautiful women. I could ask any of them to help live out my fantasies without judgement...well, maybe not this time. With Sarah in tow, it would have to be done in baby steps. Nonetheless, I loved her in that moment a lot for doing this.
Scantily-clad women walked by and around us. Drinking in the sights, Sarah grabbed my hand and led me to the bar. "Let's have a few drinks here, first."
I couldn't argue with that. Ordering a drink, we both sat down at the bar and watched the working girls come and go. Sarah had mentioned she already paid for a girl ahead of time, and so I suspected that this specific girl would show up at the bar before long.
Sure enough, after we were both mostly finished with our drink, a bubbly Asian woman in her 20's sauntered over to us at sat down on the stool next to Sarah. She was wearing black lingerie with heels, and her hair was cut in a short, cute fashion. She was rather short, and she was fit-but-thin with an eastern asian body type. She was sexy as hell. For a moment, I thought I even saw a twinkle of lust in Sarah's eyes as she sized this woman up.
After sitting down, she reached out her hand to Sarah for a handshake. "You must be Sarah and Steve?"
"Yes. You must be Kim?"
"That's me! You didn't tell me that you were such a good looking couple!"
"Well, Steve is quite handsome - I tell him all the time. But I'm just here to watch."
Flipping her mouth into a frown, Kim replied "Awww. Okay. Well it's not too late to change your mind. If you want to get in on the action, you're welcome to."
"Well, thank you."
The whole time, I was basically a bystander as Kim tried - unsuccessfully - to convince Sarah to join. I had hoped Kim would win out...part of me suspected that Sarah was still going to get jealous if she was only an observer.
"Well, it looks like you're almost done with your drinks. When you're done, do you want to go back to my room and get this party started?"
We made a bit more small talk and polished off the remainder of our drinks. Afterwards, Kim was whisking us both back to her room.
Opening to the door to what was presumably Kim's room, she led us in, shut the door, spun around, and began going over the ground rules. "Okay, so here are the rules. We have to use protection. You're free to try anything you want - but if I want you to stop, I'll let you know. If you don't listen, I'll have to hit the red button to get security." She pointed to a red button next to a bed.
"Next rule - relax. Have fun. And Sarah, if you want to jump in at any time...feel free. I won't mind." She winked at Sarah. "But, until you feel like joining in, you can enjoy the show by sitting in this chair." She motioned to the love seat adjacent to the bed.
"And finally, I have to check Steve here to make sure we're all healthy and clean...and then we have to take a shower. So Steve, can you take your shorts off, honey?"
This was it. This was the make-or-break moment. With a glance at Sarah before making a move, I unfastened my belt and let my shorts slide off. Sarah sat in the love chair, her face expressionless. I was painfully aware of the erection protruding under my boxer briefs for all to see. Then I slid off my boxer briefs, half expecting Sarah to get up and tell us that it's gone too far...but she didn't.
Getting on her knees, Kim grabbed my stiff cock and inspected it. Presumably, she was looking for any sign that would indicate an infection. Satisfied, she purred "You have a nice cock. It's very thick and clean."
Sarah's face gave nothing away. Was she enjoying herself? "Okay honey, we need to shower. I'm going to clean us both up before the party begins. And Sarah, baby...you can see us in the shower from here. You're welcome to join."
With a nod, Sarah relaxed back in the sofa. She looked damn sexy sitting there, legs crossed, in that skirt, heels, and shirt. I probably looked a little ludicrous standing there, the only naked person in the room, with a blatant erection.
Kim led me to the shower, and began stripping down out of her own clothes. "At least I won't be the only naked one, now" I thought. As she stripped down, I got to see her in her naked glory: she was fit, her tits were small-but-firm, and she had shaved away the last semblance of any hair from her mound.
As good as she looked naked, she looked even better as she entered the shower and let the warm water wash down over her. I watched her as she lathered herself up in shampoo and body wash. Although I could not see, I assumed Sarah was also watching.
When Kim was done with herself, she turned her attention towards me. First, she grabbed my cock and gave it a few soapy, lusty tugs. And then she began to apply body wash to me, and soaped me down. More than once, she made a point of brushing my raging cock with her smooth, shiny ass.
All at once, she decided she was done. So she led me out of the shower, and toweled both of us dry. Sarah was intently watching from her seat, although I noticed she had since shifted position.
Wordlessly, Kim guided me to the bed and laid me down. It was a strategic position - she laid me down in a way that Sarah would get a full viewing of the action. "Lay here and relax honey...and Sarah, please feel free to join us..."
From nowhere in particular, Kim produced a condom which she deftly slid on to my erection. Shortly thereafter, she began to expertly - and simultaneously - stroke my cock and bob her mouth up and down over it. "Thank god I'm wearing a condom", I thought, "I wouldn't last long without it with her skills..."
I still couldn't relax - not entirely. Part of me still suspected Sarah would jump up from the chair at any moment and stop our session. But she didn't. Rather, when I looked to Sarah - as Kim's head was bobbing up and down on my cock - I saw a small smirk. It was a smile so subtle is almost didn't register - but it was there.
Even without being able to relax entirely, I was enjoying it. Kim was an expert, no doubt. Occasionally, as her mouth left my cock, I would hear suction noises. Those did more to turn me on than I can admit. The remainder of the time, her muffled, deep breaths in between bobs also turned me on. The sexiest thing, though, was the spittle running down her chin as she occasionally took a break to look up and give me a devious smile.
Finally, Kim had decided she was bored with that. She looked to Sarah - still sitting motionless in her chair - and again reminded her that she was welcome to join. Kim stood up and as she did, I noticed wetness between her legs. She was getting very turned on, I thought to myself. And part of me suspected it was Sarah's presence that was turning her on...
