I have given up hope of having any of my raunchy fantasies coming true. My wife and I are in our mid forties, and it has become painfully obvious that she is not the slut I had envisioned her as. Thus I have accepted my normal life, and can only hope for health and old age.
She is short and is carrying a few more pounds than she would like, and the years are starting to show. Me, old, fat and balding. Nevertheless, she can still turn heads, and is always smiling. This year marks our 25th anniversary, and, for once, we will do something other than wish each other "Happy Anniversary". The following may be a bit boring, but that's what happens when you get old.
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Back in March, we had won a trip to Las Vegas, and decided to use it later in the year to celebrate our anniversary. It was only for a couple of days, but it was a couple of days away from reality. The flight was good, and we were surprised at how nice our room was, even if it was at the Excalibur. Not our first choice, but that was O.K. We unpacked and my wife stood at the window, taking in the view from over twenty floors up. I knew what her reaction would be, but I still couldn't resist. I walked up behind her and lifted her top, in a feeble attempt to flash her big titties to the world. Well, I thought I knew what her reaction would be. Instead of yanking her blouse back down, she reached up and lifted her bra. Granted we were hundreds of feet up, and no one would see her, but the thought really turned me on. I proceeded to undress her, and play with her right in the window. After a minute, I pushed her back onto the bed and ate her pussy until she was squirming with pleasure. Then she rolled over and gave me the best blow job ever. Let me correct that, her oral talents are phenomenal, and every blow job she has given me has been the best ever. The only event that marred the moment was that she didn't swallow. She never does, but I sure wouldn't ever complain for fear of losing that great pleasure.
We decide to get dressed and wander around the casino. She went into the bathroom, and I changed right there...after closing the drapes. My jaw nearly hit the ground when she came out in lace pants and a fairly see through shirt. She looked awesome. If it weren't for her bra and panties, she would have been pretty much naked. I was so proud to have her on my arm as we strolled around. I was having a difficult time with the front of my pants, as I watched many men stare, or at least act as if they didn't notice my sexy wife.
We ate lunch and played a few slots before my wife informed me that she wanted to go up to our room and change clothes.
"Tired of all the men staring at you?" I asked with a smile.
"Are you kidding? I never get tired of them noticing. It makes me feel like I am young and pretty again."
"I hate it when you put yourself down, they stare at you because you ARE pretty. And I bet every one of them is fantasizing about you right now. At least I know I am!"
"We'll discuss that one later, but really, my bra is pinching me, and I have to change".
"Why not just take it off?"
"That's what I intend to do."
"No, I mean right now, just go to the rest room and take it off."
"Yeah right. Then everyone could see my boobs."
"That's the whole point!"
"I would probably get arrested!"
"Look around, this is Vegas! No one will hardly notice! Most of the woman here are showing a lot more than just their breasts." Actually no one was really exposed, but I was trying to make a point. She looked around for a moment.
"Maybe you're right, maybe I shouldn't be such a prude" she said as she got up from the table. "I'll be right back." I watched her panty covered butt sway as she disappeared from sight. Once a prude, always a prude. She won't go braless, hell, she even wears one around the house.
I almost choked on my iced tea when she returned. Her nipples were hard, and I could see her breasts as clearly as if she were naked. And she was still ten yards away. Oh I definitely will have to sit here at the table for a while before standing up.
"Oh this is much better!" she said as she jiggled them back and forth. "I feel so free... And so naughty!" She giggled. "Now I want to get drunk!" she said as she waved to a waiter.
It's funny how suddenly some people get all the service, especially when they flaunt their tits. We now had several waiters, a waitress, a floor manager, a busboy, and I think a dishwasher all milling around, wanting to do whatever is necessary to please the customer. Even though I couldn't even get a glass of water, my wife was getting all the attention she could handle. And judging by the smile on her face, she was, at this moment very happy. Which, in turn made me very happy. I was willing to bet her panties were soaked too. I scooted closer to her and rested my hand on her thigh. Even though no one could see what was happening under the table, she would always move my hand. But not tonight. She actually spread her legs apart a little, and I was a little bummed that she was wearing pants. But her thin lace pants and thin cotton panties couldn't contain all the moisture that was seeping out as I rubbed her nub.
"You better stop, or it will look like I peed myself!" she whispered as she finally moved my hand.
"Well then I guess you'll just have to take your panties off too!" I kidded.
"Give me a few more drinks first, then we'll see!" she said with a wink.
We got up and headed for the door to stroll around outside for a bit, but when we got near the lobby, we noticed it was already dark outside. The fresh air was nice, but it was a little chilly for my wife, so we headed back inside. We stopped in one of the in house nightclubs to have another drink. All the booths were filled, except for the small "stand up" tables scattered around the floor. Each table was just big enough for four people and their drinks. Wifey picked a table that was already half occupied. A couple who appeared to be about ten years younger than us greeted us with smiles.
"Hi, I'm Mark!"he said as he extended his hand.
"And I'm Linda." the young lady said as we all shook hands.
"Wow! I love your top!" Mark said as he gazed at my wife's chest. "And the blouse isn't bad either!" he added with a big grin. You could almost see my wife blush in the dark room. I wasn't sure if Mark was just flirting, or if he really was impressed, but either way I wasn't at all jealous. Linda was an absolute bombshell; nice tan, bright smile, and an incredible body.
"Hey, anyone care to dance?" Mark asked, as he glanced towards me and my wife. I hate to dance and she loves to, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
"Here, take her for a test drive!" I said as I held up her hand. They danced only a few feet away from the table, Mark making sure they never left our sight.
"He seems like a nice guy." I said to Linda, in a feeble attempt at small talk.
"And your wife seems to really be enjoying herself!" She responded. "She's very sexy too!"
Considering the source, that was quite the compliment. They came back over to the table after seeing the fresh drinks arrive, and wifey pounded half of it in one shot.
"Theresh not mush booze in thish!" She slurred. She and Linda got into a conversation that was hard to hear over the music. I only caught bits and pieces, but I know it had something to do with me wanting her to lose her panties, or something along that line. She was probably telling her what a pervert I was being. After a minute, they excused themselves to find the ladies room. As soon as they had left our sight, Mark turned to me.
"Hey, I was thinking maybe we could get together later and party in one of our rooms, if your up for it!"
"Yeah, that sounds great!" I knew Di would never go for it, and chances are, we would never see these people again anyway. We stood there in awkward silence as we contemplated the possibilities.
After what seemed like forever, I finally saw them zigzagging their way back to us.
"Here's a gift for you." Di said as she stuffed something into my hand. I didn't have look to know they were her panties. "Linda talked me into it, besides, it's pretty dark in here." Her slur was almost gone, but her eyes were still glazed over. I pushed the warm material into my pocket and smiled.
"Well, I have to meet my girlfriend for a little shopping, it was nice meeting you!" Linda said as she turned for the door."I'll see you guys later!" We all watched her leave.
"Here's a napkin, your drooling!" my wife said jokingly. "And where's my drink?" she said rather loudly as she held up her empty glass. Normally two drinks in one night would put her on the edge, but she's already polished off four frou frou drinks and it's not even nine yet.
"Wanna dance?" She said to Mark. It wasn't really a question as she had already grabbed his hand and headed for the floor. Mark looked back at me for approval and I smiled and nodded. She was right, even on the lit dance floor it was nearly impossible to see her pink clean shaven pussy. Of course it might have had something to do with the fact that she was always grinding it into Mark's leg or back. I also noticed he was getting a little bolder with his hands, occasionally squeezing her butt, or brushing the sides of her breasts. Before I knew it, they were staggering their way back to the table, both of them pretty well lit from all the booze.
"Whew! It's hot in here!" Di gasped "Let's go somewhere else!" She said as she grabbed my hand. Mark looked at me, and I turned to my wife.
"Mark invited us up to his place to party, if you felt like it."
"That sounds like fun!"
"I think it's a private party, if you know what I mean." I whispered in her ear.
"I don't care, as long as I'm with you. I'm sure you'll have fun. If not, we can leave. Besides, I kinda want to watch you try to get into Linda's pants!" she whispered.
