This is the final chapter of a six-part series about 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 take 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 SIX
DAY SIX - MONDAY
When Christine first woke up, she half expected to find two men in bed with her, but then remembered the stranger saying he needed to leave just before Michael climbed on top of her and fucked her a second time. She smiled at the memory. Sloppy thirds. She had been fucked three times and had the seed from two different cocks deposited in her. And she had so many orgasms that she couldn't come anymore. For the last five or ten minutes, her husband simply humped her until he finally came. She had become a rag doll. A sex plaything. And she didn't mind at all.
She turned to her sleeping husband, who had his bare back to her, and kissed him on the shoulder and neck, then moved her right arm around him and gave him a hug. She loved the feel of this man. Even in his fifties and being in a demanding position in the corporate world, he was in good shape. He smelled good too.
Her hand traveled down his chest and belly, slipping under the waistband of the pajama bottoms. The cock was semi hard, no morning woodie, not yet. She would need to do something about that. As she stroked him, he began to stir.
"Good morning sleepyhead." she whispered.
"Mmmm." was his response.
And then after a minute or so, he rolled away and out of bed.
"Sorry. Gotta use the bathroom."
When he returned, the bed was empty. She must have had the same need, he decided. The suite they were in at the Bellagio actually had king and queen bathrooms with a shared vestibule. One of the perks of his executive position was having this room for the business conference he had attended a few days ago. That concluded at noon on Friday, thankfully. They arrived in Vegas on Wednesday afternoon. Now it was Monday morning, and they would be catching a flight back to Atlanta in a few hours.
He was propped up against the headboard when his wife walked back into the bedroom. Actually, it was more of a titillating saunter. She was naked. Her hips swayed suggestively, her small tits bouncing. She was hiding something behind her back. A grin was on her face.
Crawling on top of him, she placed a bottle of Astroglide on the bed.
"Suck on me." she demanded, offering one of her tits.
He greedily took it in his mouth, eliciting a moan. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. She was straddling her lover, rubbing herself on him, feeling his manhood. Soon she pulled the first breast away, replacing it with the other. Michael's hand played with the unattended one.
"I love it when you suck my tits."
She sat back on his lap then bent over and kissed him.
"You know how when we go on vacation you sometimes tell me you're going to take me in each of my holes?" she said bedroom eyes. "Well, no one has fucked my ass. Would you like to fuck me in the ass?"
That was true. At times while vacationing over the past few years he had made that very statement, and did it, but never before had she asked for anal sex. It was not an act she sought. It's not that she didn't enjoy anal once she was engaged. It just wasn't a preferred choice. Yet here she was, offering her cute little derriere to him. And the answer was obvious.
Before he could say a word, she gave him a deep kiss, her tongue pushing into his mouth. Then she slid down and helped him out of his pajama bottoms. His cock really didn't need any more stimulation, but she wanted that bad boy in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, each time trying to take it a little further until she gagged. When she lifted her head and looked at him, his shaft glistened with saliva.
He pushed her off to the middle of the bed where she sprawled out on her stomach, head buried in a pillow, legs slightly apart. Soon she felt the cool lubricant being applied generously to her butt, fingers penetrating the anus. Michael next put the slippery liquid on his stiff erection and positioned himself over her.
"Open your legs more." he instructed her.
She felt one hand push on her right cheek, opening her up a little more, followed by the sensation of his cock head pressing against her rosebud. Her breathing increased in anticipation of the pain that would come.
"Go easy." She pleaded between breaths.
More force was applied, and the cock began sliding into her back passage.
"Oh god. Ohhhhh god." She winced as it drove further in her. "OOOHHHHH" she wailed as the hard rod inched in. A little more, then more again until it stopped. She felt stuffed.
"Oh my god. Are you all the way in?"
"Yesss." Michael hissed. And then he started fucking her, slowly, with short thrusts. She was so tight that he didn't think he would last long.
Pain and pleasure engulfed her. She wiggled and grunted each time that big thing plunged into her. She moved her hands under her and started playing with her pussy. Two of her fingers were inserted into her while a finger from her other hand rubbed the throbbing clit. She was building toward a sensory overload with her butt being pounded as her cunt was being toyed with by her own hands. After several minutes the speed and force of the assault in her ass increased. Then as she felt the first stream of warm cum emptying into her rectum she screamed into the pillow. A powerful orgasm swept through her. She shuddered. The cock in her twitched, discharging more cum. It began to soften, providing some relief to her stretched cavity. Another little spasm, and then the penis slipped out, causing another small orgasm.
"Ohhhh fuck." she moaned to herself.
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