Vegas Baby!!

Author's note:

I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him.

But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

This is the second part of my story where I actually make it to Vegas. A lot more sex in this part. Hope you like.

You can read this part separately, but you will miss a lot of place setting and the people involved.

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Part 2: Making the arraignments

It was still another 9 days when I left that morning of work till I would be on my way to Vegas and my head was in a cloud. I couldn't concentrate very well at work and found myself retreating to the bathroom several times to masturbate. Unfortunately though, getting myself off only serves as foreplay as it only getting me hotter and ready to receive a hard cock into my slippery wet pussy.

Still, I was so horny I couldn't help myself. As soon as I closed the bathroom door behind me, I pushed down my jeans, slid my panties around my ankles, open my legs wide and quickly rubbed over my sensitive clit until I had an intense orgasm. It only took a few quick, hard rubs over my love button before it sent me over the edge. Next I inserted 2 fingers into my cunt and pistonned them in and out as fast as I could while my left had still stimulated my clit. With my fingers entering my pussy up to knuckles I can reach my G-spot, sending little bolts of lightning through my body every time I touch it. It only took about 1 minute before I had a mind-blowing, gushing orgasm and my body spasmed uncontrollably. My pussy sprayed juices which shot out over my pants. I had to hold on to the wall with my left hand to keep from falling of the toilet and I couldn't help but moan as wave after wave of bliss rolled over me. Luckily, being in a department of mostly males, there aren't many women running around and I think I was alone in the bathrooms.

Even though I was still horny as hell I decided it was enough for now and started cleaning up. I removed my right hand from my cunt and tried, as much as possible, to wipe up my juices from my underwear and pants. But the amount of juices I sprayed completely soaked my panties and since I was wearing jeans I couldn't take them off (I really don't like my bare pussy rubbing against my jeans). So I pulled them back up and felt the wet panties against my puffy pussylips. It reminded me of the feeling I have when I feel a mans cum running out of me into my underwear and kind of liked it. I pulled my skintight jeans back up over my ass and stepped out of the booth. Standing in front of the mirror I washed my juices of my hands and inspected myself. My hair and make-up where still ok, pfieuw ...

I was thankful for every distraction I got: phonecall, someone coming over for a question/chat, meeting, ... Anything to keep my mind busy. Still, it was a very long day before it was finally time to head home for the weekend. I couldn't wait to check my personal e-mail account to see if Gregory read my reply.

When I got home, I quickly parked my car in the garage, ran into the house and checked my mails. "7 unread mails," saw as soon as I logged in. I couldn't wait for the inbox to open up. "YES!!" Gregory replied.

"Great!! Give me your flight information and I'll try to change my tickets so we can fly together. You can cancel your hotel reservation." was the main summary of his mail to me. O yeah, he also stated again how much he'll enjoy my body and how he couldn't wait for the next week to be over.

"Hehe, you have no idea!" I chuckled to myself as I realized Gregory didn't know yet that we would be going as 'husband and wife'.

Before I started on dinner I mailed the hotel on my cancellation. I already saw on the site that it would cost me 15 % of the total amount, but I didn't care about it.

I was feeling pretty good and romantic so I started a nice dinner with salmon and rice and set the table with our good silverware, inclusive candles and a good bottle of red wine. The salmon needed a good 30 minutes in the oven, which gave me some time to slip into sexier than my jeans and shirt. I ran upstairs took off everything and yanked a bright yellow summer dress out of the wardrobe. It is basically a loose tube dress which is held up by thin little straps over the shoulders. The dress is a very light silky material that reached from just over my boobs to mid thigh. I pulled it over my head and decided I didn't want to wear anything else: no bra, no panties, no socks, ... Then I headed back down, enjoying the cool stones on my bare feet.

By the time Bart walked into the house dinner was only a few minutes away. I was in the kitchen when he came behind me and wrapped his arms around me while he leaned in for a kiss.

"God, you look beautiful, baby," he complimented me as he carried the hot salmon tray to the dining table.

I smiled and answered him "I hope you are hungry. I made your favorite fish"

During dinner he kept roaming my body with his gaze and I just looked at him with lust in my eyes as we talked about our day. The candle light flickered across the table and lit my hubby's handsome face while we ate, drank our wine and talked.

When we were done eating I got up, took my plate and carried it over to the dishwasher. The wine was having an effect on me and I was in that marvelous state of floating on a cloud. Before I got to the kitchen, my knife slipped off my plate and hit the ground. It wasn't done deliberately, but it did present me with a classic pose moment.

As on autopilot I immediately seductively bent over. I kept my legs straight and apart just a little bit. When I reached the knife I looked back over my shoulder to Bart and said in a very dumb blonde kind of way "Oops, I seemed to have dropped my knife ..."

I could feel the dress was riding up and the bottom was just around the folds of my ass.

As I stood there, bent over, my boobs dangling in my dress I saw Bart putting his plate back down on the table and walk over to me. When he reached me, his hand cupped my pussy from behind and he fluently slid his middle finger into my wet vagina. As I came up, his finger slipped out and he know let it slide in between my lips up to my clit. When he reached it, he flicked it a few times from side to side and I felt my knees getting weak.

"Now, now ... we first have to clean up from dinner," I said as I moved away from him with all the strength I had left.

Bart just unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants, pushed them around his hips, took out his hard cock and then stepped towards me. The whole process couldn't have taken longer than 5 seconds. He had this deep, intense 'I'm gonna fuck you so hard slut' look in his eyes as he pushed me with my belly against the kitchen counter. He spread my legs with his feet and then sank his cock with 1 hard push deep into my slutty cunt.

"aaaAAHHH ... OooooHHHH ... Bart, please don't!" I moaned at him.

"Shut up bitch and take my cock!" he scolded me as he rammed his dick hard and fast in and out of my pussy.

I love these rape fantasies once in a while and God damn I was sure hot enough for it now.

"Please ... stop! ... Ooohhhh Gooooooddddd ... Don't ... Don't ..." I managed to say in between my building orgasm.

His response was to only fuck faster and squeeze my tits under my dress harder. He alternated pinches my sensitive nipples as hard as he could between his thumb and index finger.

When I could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic I moaned "Please, mister, don't cum inside me. I'm not on the pill!!"

That sent my hubby over the top and I felt his sperm splashing deep inside of me, flooding my womb, which triggered my own earth shattering orgasm.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH ... FUCK YEAH!!!!" I screamed from the tops of my lungs as my orgasm consumed my body.

When we were both back down on earth, Bart hugged me and kissed my neck as I felt his softening cock slowly slip out of my cum filled hole. Then we both clean up from dinner. As I ran from the dining table to the dishwasher and back I could feel Bart's cum running down my leg which always has a aphrodisiac effect on me. I stuck my fingers inside my slippery cunt and licked of our combined juices. When Bart saw me standing there, he came up to me, stuck 4 fingers in my pussy and with his thumb rubbed roughly over my clit. I had another orgasm within seconds and my knees collapsed under me. As I sat there on my ass, he presented his fingers for me to lick as well. I took his fingers in my hot mouth as my hands searched for his still wet cock and shaven balls.

"Let's move it to the bedroom. I want to fuck you one last time before you leave on your Vegas trip." he said to me as he pulled me up gently by my hair and then carried me in his strong arms up the stairs.

I decided to disregard his last remark and thought "Yeah right! You won't be able to resist me!"

He laid me on my back on the bed and slapped his dick across my face. I waited for him with my mouth open and my tongue sticking out and my hand on his hot balls. I could feel him getting harder already before he stuck his cock into my awaiting mouth, but it wasn't until I was sucking him deep into my throat that he started getting fully hard again.

I love oral sex. And me getting face fucked from my hubby got me so horny I couldn't help but play with myself. I felt my husband's eyes roaming my body as I was playing with my clit, shoving my fingers up my twat, pinching my sensitive nipples, ... But whenever I got near an orgasm, he would take my hand and force it so I couldn't get off. I was sooo frustrated and moaned a few times with his cock in my mouth "Ooohhh God honey!! Please don't .... aaaahhhhh shit ... DAMN YOU!!"

Bart just laughed at me "No getting off! I'll decide when you get to cum!"

After around 15 minutes of me licking my juicy hard lollipop he finally moved away from my face and I thought he was going to fuck me. He placed the tip of his cock at my entrance and had me begging "Please stick it in! I need it! NOW!! PLEASE, I can't take it anymore!"

Suddenly he moved away, quickly grabed my clear plastic dildo out of the drawer and threw it in between my legs "Show me. Show me how you want to get fucked".

My dildo is a good 2 - 3 inches longer than my husband and very wide. My pussy is stretched to the max around this massive tool. I know that when he gives me the dildo, he likes me to pretend it is one of my lovers fucking me. Giving me a nice juicy creampie to bring home to him. So I shove the dildo in one smooth motion all the way into my bald pussy. With as wet as it is, and my pussylips all puffy and blood engorged it takes no effort at all. As I start thrusting it in and out with my right hand, my left hand is playing with my clit. Then I start moaning "Oh yeah Gregory ... fuck me ... fuck me good. God, your big cock feels so good in my pussy. Aaaaahhhh .... yeah .... fill me up with your cum. I want it inside my pussy. God yes ... I'm cumming. Cum with me baby!!"

A giant orgasm washes over me and when I open my eyes again I see Bart staring at me with big eyes and a big smile on his face "Damn, he made you cum good, didn't he!?"

"Oh god, yes baby he fucks me so good. I can't wait to go on this trip with him" I moan as I finally feel my husband sinks his cock where it belongs.

"I love how loose you feel after you have been fucked by a bigger cock," he whispers in my ear as his balls rest against my butthole.

"Take my baby! I'm yours!" I scream as I already feel another orgasm building.

Our bodies slap together as my husband drives his magnificent cock deep and fast in and out of my cunt. He took me in several positions before I was finally placed on my hands and knees (my favorite position), my ass sticking up in the air, and he shoved his hard dick into my awaiting slutty cunt.

His cock hits my G-spot on every stroke and I cum incredibly hard in this position. When I climaxed, my body convulsed and pussy spasmed around his cock penetrating me. It was too much for my husband to handle and he sent stream after stream of hot cum in my womb. Feeling his cock pulse made my orgasm even more intense than it already was.

His spent cock slipped from my pussy and I felt his seamen trickle down the crack of my ass onto the bed. I was still horny and replaced his cock with my fingers. First 3, then 4, and pretty soon my whole fist I shoved in and out of my cunt, bringing me to those delicious heights again. In the mean time Bart had moved up the bed and placed his cock and my mouth. I contently licked his cock and balls clean from our combined juices like a cat lapping up its milk, before falling asleep exhausted.

In the morning we slept till noon before we got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed and ate lunch.

"Shall we go to Holland tonight?" Bart asks me, sipping his coffee.

Holland is only a 20-30 minute drive away and things are much looser there. When we go to Holland it's either to shop or have some other kind of fun. And since he wanted to go at night, I didn't think he meant shopping ...

"Haha, I thought you weren't gonna fuck me anymore before I leave!" I laughed.

"Oh, I won't." he said with a devilish smile on his face and continued "And you better make sure you are all good after tonight too, because that will be all until you leave ..."

"Damn, is he serious?" I remember thinking and replying "Okay, you got it, my pimp!"

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and around 7 pm, after dinner I started getting myself ready for a night of partying in one of our favorite swing clubs just across the border. Before I slipped into a nice and relaxing bath I waxed my body, making sure I was all hair free and silky smooth. It was hard to refrain from touching myself again, thinking of my upcoming trip, but I wanted to be all ready for my lovers that evening.

When I got out I rubbed my legs and waist down with some baby oil, making my skin extra shiny and soft to the touch. With my hair wrapped in a towel, I marched into the bedroom and got one of my clubbing outfits: a tight fitting white T-shirt with a low neckline and a black leather mini-skirt. I knew there is lots of black lights in the club and the white T-shirt would accentuate my tits even more. Since my husband was going to be there I had no use for a pair of panties and I figured I didn't want to waste my soft legs by putting them into stockings. Later I was going to put on my high heeled sandals. (I got this new lovely pair with just two thin strips of material across my instep and a strip of material over my heel).

I touched up my black nail polish on my toes and fingers and then stepped into the bathroom to apply my make-up. I know Bart kicks on heavy make-up when we go to the swing club and the other men there seem to like it as well. I applied the "smokey eyes" make-up around my eyes, heightened the effect with mascara and an eye-liner. A bit of foundation on my cheeks and I painted my lips with a bright red lipstick.

I looked at myself in the mirror and thought that Bart would approve with my choice.

It was around 9:30 pm by the time I got downstairs and found Bart sitting ready, watching some TV, and waiting for me. He had put on a nice pair of skin tight jeans and a bright colored, tight fitting T-shirt that accentuates his toned body. If we weren't going out I would have ripped his clothes of him right there and fucked him whether he wanted it or not.

"Looking good!" I exclaimed, looking at him with a smile on my face.

"And you!" you complimented me as he stood up and embraced me.

"Hey! Watch out for the make-up!" I said teasingly.

He chuckled, kissed my neck and checked quickly under my skirt with his hand without saying a word.

"Just like you like it," I said as I stepped away from his groping hands.

The bulge in his pants confirmed to me that he liked what he saw and I sat down across from him to put on my sandals, giving him one last long look onto my freshly waxed cunt.

It's a good thing that the club isn't more than a 45 minute drive away, because I had all the trouble in the world making Bart wait for his treat. Of course, me flashing my tits at passing trucks and putting my legs on the dashboard didn't help him any...

We parked the BMW on the discrete parking outside the club and were welcomed warmly by the owner Stephen "Good to see you guys again! Have fun tonight!"

"Yeah, we will. My hubby is giving me a 'going away' party. I am going on a trip to Las Vegas next week." I responded while laying in a kiss.

"Hhhmmm ... perhaps I can join the party later on?" he said as he pulled on close to his body and gave me a kick peck on the lips.

When we sat down at the bar it was a little over 10 pm and I noticed a couple of people were already sitting around topless and couples were going upstairs or into the pool area.

Tom, the bartender, had seen us walk up and got us our drinks already: a beer for Bart and a mojito for me. I leaned over the bar to greet him and took my drink. Bart took his beer and headed off to the buffet. It was part of our regular routine where he would enjoy seeing me getting hit on by different men and how far I allowed them to go.

It didn't take long before a man walked up to me and started chatting. As we talked, I sipped my mojito and batted my eyes at him. Every chance he had he inched a little closer to me until his hips were touching mine. I was on my third drink when he leaned in kissed me as his left hand groped my tit through my T-shirt.

Normally I don't let the men get that quickly onto my body, but tonight I was feeling extra playful in anticipation for the following week. And the booze was having its desired effect on me as well.

I swirled my tongue in his mouth and moaned my hot breath into his throat letting him clearly know I loved how he was playing with my tits. I didn't take long or he slipped his hand under my shirt and cupped my breast into his strong hand and pinched my nipple lightly. Knowing my husband was watching me made me even hotter and I felt my pussy juices started to flow.

All of the sudden, while still kissing the man that came sit with me, enjoying his hand on my right tit, I felt another pair of hands at the bottom of my shirt and lifting it up towards my head. I startled and broke our kiss which left enough time for the other stranger to pull my shirt completely over my head.

I didn't struggle, I lifted my arms and looked at the man that was undressing me in the middle of the club.

Now I had two good looking men giving me their full attention and I was thoroughly enjoying it. While they were sitting on either side of me, they started spreading my legs so they had an easy access to my exposed pussy. I didn't leave the initiative completely up to them and took out their cocks and started caressing their balls.

I was fully enjoying their touch, their expert fingers were working smoothly in my pussy, over my clit and rubbing over my sensitive nipples that stood out proud when I felt another pair of hands sliding over my tummy and hips. I looked back over my shoulder, expecting Bart to stand there, but instead it was another regular customer standing there. I've had him before and immediately recognized him and remembered the size of his package. He pulled me gently up from the bar stool. I stood up, putting my feet on either side of the stool for another 30 seconds or so until the men got me to my first orgasm of the night with their hands probing my pussy and sliding all over my body.

When I came, my knees buckled but I felt their strong arms holding me up. As we walked to the sex rooms of the swing club I felt my juices running down my legs and I couldn't wait to fuck these men. They guided me in a large room where there is enough space for a couple of women having sex with multiple lovers and laid me down on the soft mattresses. The guy that joined in second and pulled my shirt off downstairs at the bar, undid my mini-skirt, raised my hips and slid them off before he glued his face to my slutty cunt while the other men quickly lost their clothes and put on a rubber.