A couple of years ago I was invited to Vegas to attend the wedding of an old friend. I didn't know his family well, but we had a small mutual group of friends, so I knew a few of the people attending. In particular, I had been friends with Dan for close to 20 years and had grown to know his wife Liz extremely well. Unfortunately, my wife wasn't able to attend due to childcare conflicts, but she insisted that we needed to have someone go to "represent us" at the wedding, and that it should be me since the groom was originally my friend before my wife and I met.
Arriving in Vegas, I hooked up with Dan and Liz at the airport, and we travelled to the resort together. Even though it was their vacation without kids, they took me in tow as we headed out to explore the strip for the first night. The shuttle dropped us off at one end, and we walked the entire length over the course of the evening. I was exhausted! Between the back and forth over the strip, and meandering through the Casino's, my Fitbit gave up tracking how many steps we took. In the wee hours of the morning we headed back, catching the shuttle from the far end back to the resort where I parted ways with Dan and Liz for the night, giving them both big hugs before heading for my room.
The next morning, we met up for breakfast, and agreed we should spend the day lounging at the resort by the pool. The wedding was going to be that evening, and we didn't want to risk heading into town and getting stuck waiting for overcrowded shuttles. We finished eating, and I popped back up to my room to put my suit on, then headed down for the pool.
It was still early, so it was fairly quiet at the pool. I found a section with three lounge chairs where we could be in the sun, but easily slide back underneath one of the fake palm tree umbrellas into the shade when we started to cook. Satisfied, I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes, relishing the warmth of the sun verse the cold dreary weather back home.
I heard footsteps approach, and opened my eyes, squinting in the bright sunlight. Dan and Liz were standing in front of me, and my eyes were immediately drawn to Liz. She was dressed in a fairly modest bathing suit, but I realized at that moment that in all our years of knowing each other, I had never seen her in a suit before! We were always camping, or hanging out at one of our houses, but she was always in a t-shirt and capri's at a minimum. They obviously were there to hide something, as her breasts swelled against the front of her outfit!
I tried not to stare but caught a glimpse of her ass as she turned around to sit in her chair. It wasn't the tight ass of a 20-year-old by any stretch of the imagination but was definitely in good shape for our age. It had been a while since my wife and I had had sex, and I attribute some of my attention to her finer details to that fact.
We spent the day lounging by the pool, taking an occasional dip in the water to cool off. I found myself continuously casting glances in Liz's direction, feeling a couple of twitches in my cock each time she emerged from the water, her suit clinging to her tightly, her nipples poking out slightly from the cold water. When I closed my eyes relaxing, I couldn't help but imagine her naked, the things I would do to her.
Eventually time rolled around for us to go and get ready for the wedding. We took our leave, and I headed back up to my room. Stripping off my suit, I jumped in the shower to wash off the chlorine. My mind kept drifting back to Liz, first in her bathing suit, then imagining what she'd look like without it. I couldn't stop myself, and reaching down started slowly stroking myself, gradually picking up speed until I groaned as I sprayed my load all over the shower wall. I felt much better at that point, and used the shower to hose down the wall, then got out and toweled dry before getting dressed for the wedding.
The wedding itself was a blast. I sat with Dan and Liz, and we drank much more than usual, even for us! I had never seen Liz so relaxed. She's usually more on the conservative side, but tonight she was dropping sexual innuendos, and smiling and laughing and giggling all night!
As the night finally wrapped up, we went to the afterparty by the pool before eventually deciding we were beyond any safe level of intoxication and needed to head to our rooms. Before leaving, we agreed on meeting up in the morning and make plans on how to spend the day.
The next day I woke up and met Dan and Liz for breakfast again. We decided that we should spend the day on the strip again. I was flying out that evening, but Dan and Liz were staying another day. They had agreed to let me put my stuff in their room until I had to leave for the airport, so I told them I was going back to my room to shower and get dressed for the day, and then I'd pop over to their room with my stuff. Dan handed me a room key in case they were exploring the resort when I came up, and I headed up.
I showered, refraining from touching myself in the interest of time. I threw on some clothes for the strip, then packed everything else up in my bag. I checked out on the TV, which is a wonderful feature, then leaving my key cards on the bureau left and headed up to Dan and Liz's room.
Arriving outside their door, I knocked but didn't get any response. I grabbed the card Dan had given me and entered the room to a darkened "living room". I set my stuff down in the corner, then sat down on the sofa and flipped on the TV to bide the time until they returned. I sat there aimlessly flipping through the channels, eventually settling on some stupid comedy.
I had only been watching for a few minutes before I heard a quiet moan from the next room. I glanced over, surprised that I hadn't realized they were here since the door between the seating area and the bedroom were closed. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize what was going on, and I closed my eyes envisioning Liz on her knees, ass in the air, taking it from behind. I slipped my hand into my shorts and gently ran the fingers around the head of my now rock-hard cock.
I didn't hear any more and pulled my hand out of my pants. I couldn't finish myself in their living room, so I didn't want to tease myself too much. I returned my attention to the TV, even though I would glance at the bedroom door every few minutes hoping for a little bit of a show.
About 20 minutes later, I heard the shower running. It was obvious they had finished and were getting ready to head out. Another 10 minutes passed before the door opened and Dan emerged, hair wet, wearing a hotel bathrobe. He walked over to the fridge, pulled out a bottle of juice, and chugged it down.
"Nothing like getting away from the kids to recharge your sex life!" he laughed, looking at me before taking another swig.
I chuckled. "Unless your wife is home with the kids... then your SOL! At least I got to listen to you guys to give me some..." I trailed off as I realized that Liz was standing in the bathroom door. I had assumed she had entered the shower after Dan, but she was standing there in a robe, beet red with a towel wrapped around her head. I realized she must have jumped in before him...
She retreated into the bathroom and shut the door quickly.
"Shit man, I'm sorry!" I said. "I didn't mean to embarrass her, and thanks to me you're probably now done recharging until I'm gone." Dan didn't say anything, just put his drink back in the fridge and headed back into the bedroom. I could hear them talking in low voices. It didn't quite sound like arguing, but it was definitely an intense conversation.
Suddenly the door opened, and Dan poked his head out. "Come here dude..."
I was a little hesitant but headed back to the bedroom.
Liz was buried under the blankets.
Dan didn't look right at me but said "Dude, I have something to ask you." He trailed off for a second, then took a breath and continued. "Liz and I have always talked about a threesome. I know we're putting you in an awkward spot, but since you're here alone, and we trust you, and it's been such a great weekend...." Dan paused.
