What Happens... Stays... Day 01

This is the first of a six-part series of a couple that travels to Las Vegas for an extended weekend. While each chapter is written to stand alone, it is best to read them in sequence to fully appreciate the journey they travel as they push the boundaries of their sexuality and their relationship.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them.

WHAT HAPPENS ... STAYS ... DAY ONE

PROLOGUE

Christine was tired. Very tired. And a bit sore. But it was a happy tired and sore. A slight smile was affixed to her face.

She was leaning her head on Michael's shoulder, and the dull drone of the engines seemed to add to her state of peace and contentment. And then the thought returned. Or rather it solidified. A serious one. Something that had been lurking in the back of her mind well before they boarded the plane for the flight home. It started early that morning. Right after they had sex and then talked about what had happened over the past few days. Turning slightly so her mouth was near Michael's ear she knew what she needed to say.

"Michael?" she whispered, barely audible over the sounds in the cabin.

He stopped reading for a moment and gave his attention to the lovely woman sitting next to him. He was worried about her. About them.

"Thank you." She squeezed his arm. "That was the most amazing, unforgettable weekend. I love you. Truly. And I enjoyed everything we did." She paused before adding "All of it."

Michael looked at her and smiled. A weight was lifted. She was so endearing.

"But Michael? We don't have to do that again. Well, not some of it."

"I know." he whispered back, gently touching her cheek. "What happened, stays. We'll just keep the memories."

And the one video, he thought, kissing the top of her head as she began to fall into a peaceful slumber.

DAY ONE - WEDNESDAY

The flight from Atlanta to Las Vegas a few days earlier was uneventful. But Michael knew that what lay ahead was going to be difficult, and risky from both a professional and personal standpoint. He was a bit nervous, and excited.

Sitting in first class, he worked away on his laptop, outlining the topics he would likely need to address to his team. There was so much uncertainty. The entire premise of the business conference he would be attending had changed dramatically since it was first announced. The operating division he worked in was not going to be the same over the next six months as it was today. This was unfortunate, but it is the way of the corporate world, especially large multinational corporations.

These types of lavish events were usually little more than team building pep rallies, mostly for the sales, and to a lesser degree, marketing departments. Operations, in which he was now a Vice President, was asked along so they wouldn't feel left out. But he had no illusions, these conferences were primarily for the sales team. This pissed off Michael, since he believed the corporate brand was bolstered more by the services provided by operations than the sales deals that were made, but this was the reality.

Michael shook his head. Yes. Reality he thought. He glanced over at the attractive woman sitting next to him, his wife of so many years. The book Christine had been reading, she was always reading a book, lay on her lap. Her head was against the bulkhead, and she was seemingly sound asleep. She could sleep anywhere. He first chuckled to himself, and then began to wonder. Was he doing the right thing? Was this the right time, especially given the uncertainty they faced with his job?

When they began planning for this conference, he decided to extend their stay a couple of extra days in Sin City. Christine had requested a few personal days from the school where she taught special ed, and since they were now empty nesters, getting away was fairly easy, especially when it was for a business trip with spouses invited. They were not gamblers. They weren't big on extravagant shows. This would never be a vacation destination for them. However, Michael decided to take advantage of this trip and location and take a leap - push their boundaries as a couple. She was unaware of the arrangements that had been made. And so here he was, flying to Vegas a bit excited and nervous.

*****

About an hour earlier Christine looked up from the book she was reading to watch her husband as he reached into the seat pocket in front of him and pulled out his laptop even before the announcement informing him that he could use such a device was complete. He worked too hard, she thought. There was a concerned look in her eyes. She knew that changes were coming within the company. Corporate had recently made national headlines when they announced some of the restructuring plans for the international divisions. The North American division would be next.

She knew that Michael worried about what that might mean for his team, an organization of which he was very proud. The past several weeks had worn him down, and she was aware that this conference would likely be stressful. She wanted to do what she could to support him, and his people. But mostly him. The only man she had ever had. The one she loved so deeply.

A little smirk crossed her lips. She would give him a blow job tonight. THAT would help reduce the stress. Plus, it would bring her great pleasure, if she were to be completely honest with herself. She loved giving him blow jobs. She loved the feel of his hard cock fucking her mouth, the swollen veins sliding along her lips, the purple head pushing at the back of her throat, and of course the taste of his cum. A slight tingling sensation arose from between her legs. She was getting a little wet thinking about it. And think about it she did, until she was lulled to sleep by the hum of the jet that was carrying them out west to Sin City.

*****

A distant voice penetrated the haze of her mind. Something about a canyon. The window. Right side of the cabin. Christine's eyes popped open. Still a bit groggy from her nap, she turned her head, and there, like an image from a nature show, was the vast beauty of the Grand Canyon, spread out for miles some 15,000 feet below her. It was magnificent.

She turned to her husband who was sitting with his arms crossed and eyes closed, oblivious to her excitement. He had heard the announcement and seen this before. At the moment his thoughts were on the coming days. There was so much at stake.

"Did you see this honey?" she asked. "The Grand Canyon!"

He opened his eyes and saw the sparkle in hers and pretended to share her enthusiasm. It was too early in the afternoon for the colors to really come alive, but the view was nevertheless spectacular. He squeezed her hand and together they watched as the scene slipped away from them.

Not long after they touched down at Harry Reid International Airport. The special events department was as proficient as ever as they were directed to baggage claim and then whisked aboard the charter buses that took them to the MGM Bellagio. The fountain was dancing as they approached, and everyone was awestruck as they walked into the lobby and gazed up at the famous Chihuly glass ceiling. They were greeted with flutes of champagne, Christine's favorite drink, while they were checking in. And then it was off to their room to freshen up before the evening's events began. To Michael's delightful surprise, it was a suite, one of the perks of being an executive.

*****

Christine wore one of her LBD's with three-quarter length sleeves and a hemline an inch above her knees. It showed only a hint of cleavage. Her black open-toed heels were of modest height yet helped accentuate her legs. All of this was appropriate for the business affair, even though Michael would have preferred more cleavage. Still, she looked quite sexy in her attire, especially her legs. He was a leg man who absolutely loved hers and hoped to be between them later that night.

He was smartly dressed in black slacks, a blue striped dress shirt and a slim cut Boss blazer. No tie. They made a handsome pair as they entered the ballroom a little after 7:00 and were greeted by Tom Munson, the Division President, and his wife Jackie. He did not envy Tom's job over the next couple of days. After some pleasantries they moved on and began mingling with colleagues and staff members and their spouses or significant others. While chatting with one of his Directors, Ron Sanders, whose wife was also Christine, his boss, Jack Wright came over. The two Christines took the opportunity to slip away while the three of them talked a little business.

Michael continued to make the rounds after picking up some of the heavy appetizers that were spread out around the ballroom, and a drink at one of the bar stations, which always appeared busy. He wanted to make sure he saw each of his staff to welcome them to the conference and to address any concerns they might have given the inevitable rumors that were floating around. It was draining. He received a lot of questions that he did not know the answers to, or simply could not answer, not yet. Michael was always as open and honest with his team as he could be, and it bothered him that there was so little he could say that night. He really wanted to calm the nerves and allow his people to enjoy the evening. He did not feel he was very successful.

Around 8:30 Tom Munson took to the stage that was set up in the middle of the ballroom. He welcomed everyone, talked a little about all that this division had accomplished and then did a very nice job explaining what would unfold over the next couple of days, trying to make his audience comfortable. He was on stage only a short time before he announced the special entertainment to kick off the conference, the comedian David Spade.

While Spade began his routine, Michael began searching for his wife. She had been looking for him as well and they finally found each other near one of the drink stations. The line was smaller now that the entertainment had begun so they took advantage and ordered champagne for her and a Manhattan for him. He needed something stiff.

They found a couple of empty chairs a good distance from the stage and Michael slumped into one.

"You look exhausted" Christine stated, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

"Yeah. I'm not looking forward to tomorrow."

She sat next to him, leaned over, and kissed his cheek.

"You'll do fine."

He half listened to Spade while nursing his drink. He was never a big fan, but the crowd was responding well to his stories and jokes. When the actor/comedian finished, the band set up and by 9:00ish the ballroom was flooded with loud rock and roll music, mostly classic rock, and mostly too loud. The area around the stage was clear for a dance floor, and it was pretty packed with drunken bodies doing their best to stay on their feet. Well, Michael imagined, that should take their minds off of whatever is troubling them.

Christine had gone to get another glass of champagne. He looks so tired, so down, she thought. She had to do something, and since a blow job in this spot wasn't an option, she'd take a chance and drag him to the dance floor. She was in the mood even if he was not.

And drag him she did. The band was actually a very talented and diverse cover band. They played quite a variety of rock songs from true classics by the Rolling Stones and others, to more recent works by the likes of Maroon-5. The couple danced for a time, then retreated to the bar for more liquid refreshments, then back to the floor. The third song in this second time around was a cover of "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton, and Christine threw her arms around her handsome man pulling herself close to him. He felt so good. As they swayed to the sound of the music, she moved her lips close to his right ear and began to tell him exactly what she was going to do to him when they got back to their room. His response was a swelling in his crotch that she was pleased to feel.

When the song ended, she proceeded to play out what she told him, for the most part. It was still early, certainly before 10:30, when she took his hand and led him out of the ballroom to the elevator. He had a mischievous look in his eyes, and she a sultry intoxicated one as the elevator doors closed. Michael drew her to him and grabbed her by the ass. Their kiss was deep and lustful. Tongues danced with each other. His hands began to pull up the skirt and she gave no resistance. The dress inched up further until his hands felt skin. Her buttocks were bare. She was wearing a thong, which added to his excitement.

She felt his strong hands grip and squeeze her ass, then one of his fingers began to explore near her anus. Christine sighed as she ground herself against the growing bulge in his slacks. She was on fire and hungry for him. The elevator stopped, startling her. She quickly disengaged and pulled down her dress fearing someone might catch them when the doors slid over. But no one was there. Giggling, she again grabbed husband's hand and hurried toward their suite.

*****

Tossing her handbag on the small table just past the foyer, she turned to Michael and planted a big kiss on his lips.

"Help me move this". She said, referring to the coffee table in the living room. With that out of the way she again attacked her husband, placing him in front of the couch and smothering him with quick little kisses. He removed his sport coat and reached for one of her breasts, but she playfully moved his hand away. He started to unzip her dress and she stopped him. She was in control. She was going to blow his mind tonight, and he was enjoying this aggressiveness - not something he often saw in her.

Christine slid down on her haunches. She undid his belt and pulled it off. He chuckled wondering why she always felt it necessary to remove the belt. Next, she unfastened the hook of his slacks and then struggled, as she typically did, with the button. Damn these things she thought. With that finally out of the way she lowered the zipper and tugged on the slacks, allowing them to pool around his feet.

Michael's cock looked constrained and uncomfortable in his briefs. She aimed to relieve that situation and did so by reaching down into the waistband and pulling up the engorged member, allowing the poor thing to straighten. She then eased the briefs away and slid them to his knees. The cock sprang forward, and then stood at a proper attention.

Placing her tongue on his balls, she made one long wet lick up along the shaft to the tip of the purple head, tasting a bit of pre-cum when she reached the slit. She kissed the beautiful knob and then placed her lips around it, gently sucking as she moved her lips up and then kissed the top again. The next move took her about halfway down the length of the cock causing Michael to groan. After sliding her mouth up and down a couple more times she removed herself with a smack and stood back up.

After a quick peck on the lips Christine focused on unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands across his muscular chest before fumbling with the cuffs. When Michael reached over to assist, she decided to let him attend to the shirt and slid back down to help him step out of his shoes, slacks, and briefs. The socks were another matter. After Michael had removed his shirt she gave him a gentle nudge, forcing him back onto the couch. Once he was seated, she lifted each foot and removed the last two articles of clothing from his feet. He now sat completely naked with an obvious erection.

Christine stood and moved back a couple of steps, a little wobbly, careful not to bump the coffee table. Their eyes locked on each other for a moment, then she looked down at his cock, which Michael was now slowly stroking. "You must like what you see." she stated.

"And what you did."

"Want to see more?" she cooed. A smile and a nod were all he could offer.

With that encouragement she reached behind and found the zipper on her dress. Since Michael had already begun to lower it, it was quite easy to unzip herself and then lift the black dress over her head, dropping it on a nearby chair. Now she stood before him in only her lacy black bra, matching thong panties and heels. She closed her eyes and swayed a little to the music that was playing in her head. Or was it the buzz from the champagne? No matter. Her hands crossed at her chest, then moved down over her small breasts to her stomach and thighs and around to the buttocks. This body was not perfect, she knew. She was not athletic like Michael, but it was not at all a bad body for a woman in her fifties with two children. She looked at Michael as she brought her hands back and squeezed her covered tits. He was watching her, swollen dick still in hand.

The clasp to unhook the bra was in front. A low nervous laugh escaped as she struggled to unfasten it, then slowly, very slowly Christine exposed herself, intentionally allowing the fabric to rub against her hardening nipples. Michael's eyes were glued to the soft white orbs as more of the flesh was revealed, then the areola and finally the nipples, which seemed to be pointed directly at him. Unsure of what to do with the bra, she let it fall to the floor behind her.

"Play with yourself." Michael growled, just loud enough for her to hear. She looked at him for a moment, a little grin on her face, and then happily complied.

Christine's hands mirrored each other as she lifted her breasts, caressed them, pushed them together, pinched the nipples and then fondled them some more. Her audience watched intently as she licked the fingers of her left hand and lightly touched the left nipple with the saliva, rubbing it around. This was repeated with the right side, and her knees buckled slightly as the tingling in her pussy became more intense. She squeezed both tits hard, and then moved her left hand down to her stomach, under the thin fabric of the thong, and on to her soaking cunt. I am so wet she thought as the middle finger parted her labia and penetrated the vagina. Drawing the finger out and up she slid it across her clitoris and shuddered with the sensation. Two fingers went in next and again she drew them out and over the clit, this time holding them there, applying a little pressure and moving them in a tiny circular motion until she cried out and came.

The orgasm brought her to her knees, literally, and after a brief moment of recovery, she crawled on all fours the short distance to where her husband sat, mesmerized by the erotic scene. His legs were splayed open as she approached. She first grabbed a pillow from the couch and placed it under her knees, then removed his hand from his cock and replaced it with hers. She kissed and gently sucked one of his balls, then the other before kissing her way up the shaft of his steely penis. The large purple glans glistened with pre cum which she licked off of him. And then as he sat back moaning, she took him deep into her mouth. Unlike the earlier teasing, this time it was with hunger and lust. She devoured his delicious cock, and he fucked her wet mouth. Her head would bob up and down, and then she would work him deep, tongue swirling around the shaft feeling the veins. He grabbed her hair and thrust his hips upward, holding her as he pushed himself as far into her throat as possible. She gagged and came up panting, a line of spit running from her mouth to his cock.

After catching her breath, she dove back down for more. Michael bent forward and reached between his legs to play with her tits. Squirming and whimpering as he kneaded her breasts and pinched the sensitive nipples, she kept stroking and bobbing up and down until she just could not take it anymore. With a noticeable pop, her head came up, and smiling at him, Christine moved forward, pressing her chest against the slick stiff rod. She took his hands, still on her breasts, and had him squeeze them around his cock as she rocked back and forth - a splendid, sloppy titty fuck. Her nipples rubbed against his belly, building a feeling of intense pleasure in her pussy until she felt the release of another orgasm.