Chapter One - Going Black in Las Vegas
I couldn't believe she had set this all up by herself and especially that she had decided to go to Vegas instead of the beach resort she was always trying to sell me on. I asked her what made her decide to go to Vegas and she said that some of her friends at work had told her how much fun it was and that it could actually be cheaper to go to Las Vegas and stay at a great hotel than to go to the beach and stay at a mediocre hotel.
I wasn't about to argue with her, I had always wanted to go to Las Vegas but Marsha showed very little interest and always suggested that we go to a beach resort for our first vacation. But after two years of talking about where we should go, I came home form work one evening to find that Marsha had planned a vacation for us and to my great surprise, we were going to Vegas. She had purchased the airline tickets, made hotel reservations at Mandalay Bay and had even purchased show tickets for the Blue Man Group.
It was to be the first real vacation we had been on in the five years we had been married. We had both been working hard to establish our careers, mine as the manager of a large electronics store and Marsha's as a purchasing agent for a chain of department stores. I had been talking about taking a vacation for the last two years but it was Marsha that finally made it happen.
So three weeks later on a Sunday afternoon, we arrived in Las Vegas. Being from Boston neither of us was prepared for the extreme heat of the Mojave Desert in July, but the hotel was beautiful and we were soon lounging by the pool drinking strawberry margaritas.
Perhaps now would be a good time to give you a little background on Marsha and myself. My name is George Stanley and as I stated earlier Marsha and I have been married for five years. We met right after college at a party at a mutual friends house.
Marsha is tall, nearly six feet tall, and I spotted her across the room as she was talking to a group of people. With her blonde hair, blue eyes and nicely proportioned body I was attracted to her immediately, but so were most of the other guys in the place. Luckily I was one of the few men at the party that wasn't with a date and Marsha was also by herself so it wasn't long before I was able to find an excuse to go talk to her.
Now I wish I could say that it was love at first sight or that we at least hit it off immediately but that isn't the way it happened at all. At that first meeting Marsha thought I was arrogant and she told me so, and I thought she was too stiff and told her that as soon as I was sure that there was no chance that I would be able to get her into bed that night.
Over the next month we ran into each other several times at different parties and we pretty much ignored each other. Then one night as I was waiting in a bar for some friends I saw Marsha sitting by herself. She had a drink in front of her but there was no evidence that anyone was with her. She looked kind of sad sitting there and I wondered why she would be there drinking by herself. Did she have a drinking problem? Or, maybe she told her date that he was arrogant and he dumped her.
I couldn't very well stand at the bar and pretend that I didn't see her there so I went over to speak with her. I said hello and she snapped her head around to look at me and said, "Oh, it's you."
There was no warmth in the way she said it and frankly it pissed me off a little to be dismissed so tersely. I was about to be a jerk and say, "I see you have a big date tonight with Jack Daniels. I'll bet he can make all your dreams come true." but before I could open my mouth Marsha said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that the way it sounded. It's just that I was waiting for someone and when I heard you speak... well I was hoping... I guess I was a little disappointed and I was not able hide it when I spoke to you."
I quickly changed my tack and said, "That's okay. No harm done. Well if you are expecting a date I will move down the bar so that I don't cause any problems."
She said, "It's no problem. It doesn't look like he is coming. It appears that I have been stood up."
I actually felt a little bad for her and before I though about what I should do I found myself saying, "I am meeting some friends her for drinks then we are going out to dinner. Why don't you join me?"
Marsha said, "I don't think I would be very good company and I don't want to intrude."
I said, "You wouldn't be intruding and what else do you have to do. Go home? Sit here and get drunk? You can not believe that an evening with me would be so bad that you would chose to sit home by yourself rather that have dinner with me. Besides, this will give us both a chance to improve on the first impressions we made on each other."
To my surprise and also to my delight, Marsha accepted.
I could tell that Marsha was upset that she had been stood up by her date but we had a good time in spite of that and by the time I took her home I think I was already beginning to fall in love with her. When we got to her apartment Marsha invited me in for a cup of coffee.
We sat on the sofa and talked for a while then I asked her if the guy that stood her up was someone she had been seeing for a while. Rather than answer me, Marsha just leaned her head against my shoulder and buried her face against my chest.
I couldn't tell if she was crying or not, as she was very still. I liked the way she felt against my chest and the way her hair smelled so I was content to hold her. After several minutes Marsha pulled her head back and look at me, then she kissed me. It was a gently kiss at first but then she seemed to put more passion into it which ignited my libido and I responded with even more passion of my own.
Soon we were pulling each other's clothes off and almost before I could comprehend what was happening I had one of Marsha's creamy white breasts in my hand and I was sucking on her nipple.
I couldn't believe things were moving that fast and I was afraid that I would do the wrong thing and ruin everything but by that time I was so horny I was ready to risk everything to get inside her. I remember that I held my breath as I started to slide my hand up under Marsha's skirt. I didn't know what I would do if she stopped me and fortunately she didn't. When my hand reached the intersection between her wonderful thighs I could feel the steamy heat from her sex right through the thin cotton the separated my fingers from her most private place.
I was wondering if she would allow me to pleasure her orally as I slipped my hand inside her panties and began to slowly press one finger into the valley of her vulva. As soon as my finger penetrated her tunnel I felt her wetness and she moved her hips slightly to accept the penetration of her vagina.
As I was marveling at how sexually aroused she was I became aware of her hands opening my pants. When she began pushing my pants down I lifted my hips a little to help and as soon as she had my pants down she began stroking my cock and with no hesitation at all she took me into her mouth.
I don't know how we did it but we managed to move around on the sofa until we were lying in opposite directions and she had not once taken my cock from her mouth. While Marsha continued doing wonderful things to my cock, I pulled her skirt up over her hips and pulled her panties down. I began kissing and licking my way up Marsha's thigh and as I got closer to the center of her sex, Marsha spread her legs to give me more room.
I hesitated for a moment to enjoy the view of her beautiful full bush of light brown hair and the sight of her natural juices spread all over her labia. Then I pressed my mouth against her soft mound and entered her with my tongue. This seemed to trigger an orgasm in her, but in spite of the spasms of pleasure coursing through her body, Marsha still managed to keep my cock locked deep in her mouth.
She had brought me nearly to climax when I finally had to pull away from her. I would like to have given her my load but more than that I wanted to get my cock into her wonderful pussy.
Marsha led me into her bedroom and then climbed on the bed and spread her legs in invitation to me. I wasted no time in climbing on top and pressing myself inside her. The feeling of her hot moist vagina wrapped around my engorged cock was almost too much for me. It took all of the self-control I could gather to keep from climaxing immediately. I managed to last a wonderful ten minutes, during which time I was able to give Marsha another orgasm. All in all I was pretty proud of my performance.
After my climax we laid in each other's arms for a long time. When I started to get up to get dressed Marsha said, "Can you stay a while longer? I want to feel you inside me again."
I certainly could not say no to that invitation so I stayed the whole night, and we have been together ever since. In all the time since then, Marsha never mentioned the guy that stood her up that night. I was pretty proud of myself that in one night on hot sex I was able to erase that other guy from her life.
I mentioned before that in the first five years of our marriage we both were working very hard to establish our careers. This kept us for going on vacations and doing a lot of other things but it never interfered with our sex life. We had sex often and always with a great deal of passion and inventiveness. As part of our sex play Marsha likes me to talk dirty to her. The hotter she is the dirtier she likes it. She likes me to say things like "I am going to fuck that hot cunt of yours," or "I'll bet you wish you had more than one big cock to play with tonight." Some nights, just the dirty talk was enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm.
That brings us back to Las Vegas. After lounging around the pool for a couple of hours we headed up to our room for a shower and a romp in the sheets. As I was sucking on Marsha's nipples I said, "Do you want me to stick my big hard cock into your dripping cunt and fuck you till you pass out?"
In a passionate whisper Marsha said, "Yes, I want you to stick that big cock of yours in my hot pussy."
I said, "When I am done fucking you, if you haven't had enough I will go out into the street and find another guy to fuck you. Would that make you happy?"
Marsha played along by saying, "Oh yes, I would love that. Maybe you could get a big black man to fuck me. I would love to have a big black cock in my hot cunt."
I once asked Marsha if she had fantasies about other men having sex with her. She said, "Of course I do. Not because I want anyone other than you, it's just fun to think about."
I asked, "When you have these fantasies do you think about having sex with black men?"
She said, "They are just fantasies. Nothing for you to get upset about."
Actually I wasn't upset at all. I like talking about her having sex with other men. For some reason it kind of excited me, and I knew that it was just fantasy for both of us.
After sex we slept for a couple of hours and then showered and got ready to go out for the evening. We had a nice dinner at the House of Blues then headed into the casino.
We played around with the slot machines for while then we sat down at a black jack table. I was trying to teach Marsha the basic strategy of the game when I noticed that a black guy sitting at the table on the other side of the pit from us was looking at me. He was about six feet four inches tall, just an inch taller than me, he was well built and I guess he would be considered handsome. There was something about him that looked familiar but I didn't think I knew him, but he seemed to be looking at me as if he knew me. It was about the third time I looked over at him I caught him looking at me again. I could see that there was a look of recognition in his face but I was sure I didn't know him.
After a while I forgot about the guy and started concentrating on the game. Suddenly he was standing next to me. When I turned to look at him he said, "Have we met before?"