Authors 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 3: Flying to Vegas!
Finally! Finally it was Saturday morning, the day I would fly out to Vegas with Gregory. My mind was racing and I couldn't think about anything else but my trip and fantasies about what would/could happen. The anticipation, together with my abstinence the last week had me going crazy. My nipples were super sensitive and my pussy was always soaked and so hot it felt like it was on fire. Needless to say, I didn't get a whole lot of work done that last week.
The flight was scheduled to go out at 9:50 am, so we needed to be at the airport around 7:30 am to make it through security and check in. We live an hour drive out from the airport so by 6:30 we were planning to hit the road. My bags were all packed already, I did that towards the end of the week. I made sure I had enough lingerie and socks to keep me in something fresh for my 9 days I was there. Then I added some conservative clothes to wear out: a pair of jeans, some dresses, a few skirts and blouses, ... But the most room was reserved for my going out clothes: racy, low cut, snug fitting T-shirts, mini- skirts, special sex outfits (nurse, little red riding hood, ...). Of course, a few bikini's, some pairs of shoes, my make-up, ... were packed as well. All kinds of situations flashed into my brain as I placed my things in my bag and I knew I was going to have so much fun.
My alarm was set for 5:30 am, but I was awake at least an hour before. I stayed in bed a little longer, thinking about the trip. My excitement, mixed with my nervousness, had me aroused to the maximum. I rolled onto my back and spread my legs slightly. I let my hands slide over my naked body down to my pussy and cupped it when I got there. I could feel the heat radiating of my pussy and decided I quickly had to get up before I started masturbating again (I promised myself that the day of my departure I wasn't going to get myself off and wait for Gregory to do it).
"Okay. Stop Vero!" I said to myself before I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom.
Even though it was still really early, I could see it wasn't going to be long before the summer sun was going to be coming up. I stood there for a while looking through the Velux at the beautiful sight while enjoying the still crisp morning air on my naked body before I stepped into the shower.
When I stepped into the shower and let the fairly cold water run over my body as I imagined how things how go today and the next days to come. Even with the cold water cooling me down, I was still very hot and horny. And now my nipples were sticking out proudly as well on my 2 soft mounds of flesh. They were so erect, they hurt. I held out as long as I could before washing myself, but in the end I think it was only like 5 minutes I was able to stand under the water just relaxing. If I had waited any longer with washing myself, I would have masturbated surely.
It was almost 6 o clock when I stepped out of the shower, clean shaven and washed from head to toe and remembered thinking "Damn! Still only 6!" I stepped into my wardrobe and took out the clothes I was going to wear. It didn't take long as I didn't have much of a choice. Gregory had told me what to wear.
"Wear a loose summer dress, and don't even think about wearing any panties or a bra under that!" he told me in one of our last chat sessions. Luckily my breasts are firm enough for me to be able to go braless once in a while. This was definitely the right occasion.
I took a bright red dress out of the wardrobe and hung it up in the bathroom. The dress comes just to my knees and it covers my breasts with 2 pieces of ribbed cloth that tie around my neck. Since the dress is open on the back and just held up around the neck, you can't wear a bra under it. I was sure Gregory and my hubby would approve of it.
Next I applied my make-up, did my hair and painted my nails bright red to match the dress while I let the cool, morning, summer air dry my wet body. I was just stepping into my dress when I heard our alarm clock go off and Bart rolling out of bed.
"Good morning sweetheart!" I said cheerfully when he walked into the bathroom.
He startled for a second, still half asleep and said "Damn, are you ready already?"
"Sure am. I couldn't sleep anymore because of the excitement." I said honestly, not a hint of fatigue in my body.
"Hahaha, I had the opposite, I had a tough time getting to sleep." he replied.
When he was done going pee, he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck while I felt his hand hike up my dress until he was able to slip his hand under it to find my bare pussy. As soon as he found it, he slipped his middle finger as deep as he could into my moist pussy.
I stood there frozen. I couldn't move and concentrated only the feeling of his finger sliding in and out of my now already sopping wet pussy. My knees were getting weak and I was supporting myself on the bathroom sink.
I started moaning and breathing heavier as I felt my orgasm approach. But then Bart all of the sudden stopped and walked into the wardrobe, laughing as he turned away.
I moaned in utter desperation "OOOOhhhhhhhh, come on Honey, finish me. Pllllleeeeeaaaassssseeee!" I begged, still holding on to the sink to make sure I didn't fall over.
"Oh no, you'll have to wait a while longer ..." he laughed as he picked out a jeans and a T-shirt out of his side of the wardrobe.
"Damn you! You are just evil! What a cruel and unusual punishment!" I said frustrated and in pure agony.
"Hahaha, and you love it!" he continued to laugh while getting dressed.
We went downstairs and had a quick cup of coffee before heading out. It didn't taste good at all. I was way too antsy and nervous. I could tell Bart was excited too. He kept telling me how erotic he thought this was and how he couldn't wait to hear from me and have me back home so I could tell him all about my trip as we fucked ourselves silly.
His mind was racing and I decided to quickly give him a last blowjob before we had to go to thank him for letting me go on my vacation and to show him how much I love him. I slid off my chair onto my knees with my head immediately level with his crotch. My hands were tugging on his zipper and undoing his belt before he could set down his cup of coffee. When his pants were open he lifted his hips just a little to allow me to push them down, together with his boxers. His cock was already hard and glistening with precum when it jumped out of its convinces. I expertly swallowed it without the use of my hands into my warm mouth and started bobbing up and down. I heard him moan as he grabbed my hair as he face fucked me. It didn't take long before he shot his cum down my throat. I swallowed every last drop and neatly tucked his dick away before coming up to kiss him.
"That was great honey!" he said when I broke our kiss.
"You are welcome baby! Something to remember me by the next 10 days." I replied as I looked at myself in the mirror.
My hair was not very messed up and I was able to lay it the way I wanted it with my hands, but my make-up definitely need touching up.
"I'll have to touch up my make-up in the car," I said as I turned away from the mirror towards the front door.
Bart walked by me with my suitcase in his hands and laughed "Why? It's looking perfect as it is ..."
I grabbed my carry on and closed the door behind us "Yeah, right. You wish!"
We were out the door 10 minutes late, but the fact that it was an early weekend morning meant there was hardly anybody on the road and we were able to squeeze the drive time down to 50 minutes instead of an hour. It still gave me plenty of time to touch up my make-up and relax (or at least try) a little before we arrived at the airport.
My hubby dropped me off in the 'kiss & ride' zone and unloaded my luggage for me. We said our goodbye's, I promised I would call him as soon as we arrived. I gave him a nice long hug and kissed him the way I only kiss him before I headed off towards the check in.
Bart got in his BMW, smiled and winked at me and said playfully "Behave now! Don't do anything I wouldn't!"
"Don't worry. I won't. I'm a good girl!" I said batting my eyes at him as he drove off.
I turned around and headed into the terminal and started scanning the boards for the check-in gate I needed. There, 7C, I found it. Just then I felt a hand touch my waist, I turned around and saw Gregory standing there with a big smile on his face.
"Hello hot stuff!" he said as I turned towards him.
"Good morning," I replied as I let myself fall around his neck and kissed him.
After a few seconds of letting our tongues dance in each other's mouths, I took a few steps back, posed for him, made a 360° turn and asked him if he approved of my outfit. I was standing there before him in my red dress and my red stiletto pumps.
"You look so hot I could fuck you right now," he said.
"Now, now, be a good boy. You'll have to wait," I said as I walked back to my suitcase.
We queued in our check-in line and played and talked to pass the time. Thank God it didn't take very long because I don't think I could have held out much longer. By the time our luggage was checked-in and we were on our way to the gate I was on the verge of dragging him into a quiet corner and fuck him right there against the wall.
As it happens, our gate was all the way at the end of the second terminal and it took a good 15 to 20 minutes to get there. I'm not complaining tough, it kept me busy. I so badly wanted to hold out until we were in our hotel room in Vegas to fuck him, but I knew that if I had too much of free time I wouldn't be strong enough. So to drag the walk out as long as I could, I stopped in every store and looked around for clothes, perfume, sweets, ...
When we finally reached gate 3 it was 9:15 and the waiting seating area was pretty crowded. Still Gregory and I managed to find 2 seats across from each other. I looked at my clock as I sat down and thought "we should start boarding pretty soon here."
