Author's note: This series is devoted to my wife, for whom it was originally written. It is both a history of our sexual life as well as my means of sharing our fantasies, with alterations to names and times to protect our friends, but both the fantasy and reality are/were spectacular enough to warrant sharing with others.
**This is a stand-alone story.** As it stands, this is the eighth in the series, and while an immediate sequel to "Vegas Odyssey: The Club," this story is completely different in plot and style, so again, you do not need to read the prequel to enjoy this one. It is entirely fictional, the second half of a sexually-charged epic tale I composed for my wife. If you are looking for a quick, sex-filled anecdote, this is not for you; this story is rather long and built around the people and sexual tension leading to sex, not just the actions. Still, I think it's rather good and I sincerely hope you do as well. And the finale is worth it, trust me. Enjoy.
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After our spectacular night at Club Aurora, we slept most of the day ordering room service and watching movies while we snuggled. After such an incredible, epic night that had run the entire gamut of detached sexual depravity coupled with immensely poignant emotion, we were totally drained of energy but couldn't be happier. Vivid memories of the night flooded back, bringing a smile to my face even as everything between my kidneys and knees ached, burned, or throbbed. Getting up to answer the door or the call of nature was gloriously painful. When she walked by naked to answer the door, I could hardly stand the pain of my body responding to her brazenness. When she came back, I made her put some clothes on...not for exposing herself to whomever was at the door, but to give my fried nerves a break.
She was holding our clothes from the night before, plus a small bag with a bottle the magical lotion and other salves from the Aurora. Turning on bad TV, we rubbed each other down and put on comfy, baggy clothes. Thus we wasted away the afternoon.
In the early evening we managed to make it down to the hot tub, where we settled in and held hands in the bubbling water.
"Normally, about now I would try to take your top off, but I really don't want to suffer through another erection right now."
She giggled and slid over to me, putting her head on my shoulder. "I love you."
"I love you, too, B-cup. We should do that again sometime."
"Mmm, definitely."
"Is that lotion helping?"
"Very much; I feel pretty good, actually."
"So do I, but I don't think I want to push it yet. And I think we have much to talk about concerning you in patent leather..."
But not right now, dammit. Another couple splashed into the hot tub, laughing and talking loudly. I was initially annoyed, but their banter was amusing, not just loud talking. He was giving her a hard time about not getting in the pool because it was too cold. Grinning, he mocked her pathetic-ness, which is what I would've done to Tori. For her part, the girl laughed playfully and told him to shut up.
People don't find me too friendly at first blush but Tori is sweet and disarming, so as usual these two took one look at my neutral expression and chose to talk to my better half instead.
"Sorry, did we splash you? I just wanted to get in the hot water; that pool is FREEZING!" said the girl, smiling at my wife. I took a look at her. She was a little younger and very pretty. She had short blonde hair falling just past her chin, bright blue eyes, and I would say at least D-cups. Cute girl, which means...yep, he was a looker, too. Curly light brown hair, good physique, chin stubble, etc. Good: Tori would have something to enjoy while I looked at the girl.
Tori smiled back, "No, you're fine. Are you guys staying at the Wynn or the Encore?"
"We're at the Wynn, which one are you staying in?"
"We're in the Encore. Where are you guys from?"
The women buzzed back and forth while the guys checked them out. Introductions-they were from Texas, which brought from Tori conversation about Austin, our college, truck commercials, bad music, and so forth while I sat by feeling superior for
not
being from that state. Inevitably the question came up, "Are you from Austin, too?"
I finally spoke up. "No, thank God, I'm from Colorado."
Now we talked briefly about how everything is better there (or at least that's what I talked about), but I preferred listening to the women chat, so I directed the conversation away from me back to inanity they would enjoy. They resumed talking about how nice Las Vegas was, how it was the other couple's first trip here, that they were engaged, which elicited much excitement from my wife. Conversation quickly flowed to wedding shit, which I had no interest in talking about, so I raised my eyebrows and made eye contact with Joshua.
"So what have you guys done so far here in Vegas?"
"Oh, the usual: went to a couple shows and did some gambling."
"Blackjack, poker, slots...?"
"Little of everything. I don't know enough about most of the other games to risk money on. What do you usually play?"
"I don't bother with poker here. I prefer craps."
His eyes lit up. "Really? It seems so complex, with all the action going on I really don't want to interrupt to have people explain it."
I nodded. "Yeah, I went to Rampart and walked up to an empty table. After an hour and only couple hundred down, I had a fair grasp of the odds and what bets to place. But the game is only fun with at least four other players. Unlike most other Vegas games, the crazier the players, the more fun it will be."
"I guess I'll give it a try tomorrow," he said. "Where did you go? The Rampart? Is that the castle casino across from MGM?"
"No, that's Excalibur. Rampart is off the Strip."
"We'll have to give it a shot."
I nodded, the side-conversation basically over. I turned my attention back to the womenfolk.
Tracy was looking interestedly at Tori. "You guys went over to the other side of the pool? What was it like?"
"That's the side we usually go to. It's nicer, because there are no kids, so the atmosphere is much more calm."
I realized they were talking about the European pool and while I was amused by Tracy's squirming, I decided to save her the trouble of formulating the question. "It's relaxed, everyone just acts normally. Swimming, sunbathing, sitting at the bar. Whatever. And it's not like everyone is walking around naked. Usually only a handful of women sunbathing take advantage of the 'European' aspect of the pool."
