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My husband and I had enjoyed a great and intimate dinner during our short escape to Vegas. When he told me to take my panties off at the restaurant, normally I would have told him "Dream on." Since we were away from home for a weekend getaway, I figured "Why not?" After dinner, we hit the tables for some gambling before heading up to our suite for some hot, dirty sex.
Having my panties in my clutch purse meant I had to be careful of how I sat in my short red cocktail dress and the ever-present knowledge that my bare pussy was a mere few inches from the hem of my dress had me on a constant sexual buzz.
Ken and I played some blackjack and I got on a bit of a roll. Ken asked if I wanted to play some more and I knew he wanted me to play with him upstairs. When I hesitated, he knew I didn't want to quit just yet. I slipped a hand to my lap without drawing attention and I let my index finger slip between my cunt lips, I could feel how wet I was immediately. After coating my finger with my juices, I brought my finger to my husband's lips and he could smell my arousal. After Ken kissed and suckled on my finger tip, I told my husband I would be up soon and asked him to wait up. Ken asked if I had anything special in mind, so I told him, "Surprise me."
Between the wine at dinner and the 7-7's I was drinking at the table, I got a little tipsy and my luck continued with the cards. I hadn't realized how long I'd been playing until my husband texted me asking where I was. I had been playing for almost 2 hours since he left. I colored up my chips, tipped the dealer and headed for the elevators.
I was texting my husband as I rode the elevator and didn't pay attention to the stops. His texts were sexy and not having my panties on only made me hornier. The doors opened, and I walked down to our suite. I tried the keycard a few times and it didn't work so I knocked on the door. There wasn't an answer right away, so I knocked again. I heard the door opening, so I announced "You better be ready to fuck me. I have been wet since you made me take off my panties at the restaurant!"
I stepped into the room and pushed against the chest of the man who opened the door. He had light, caramel-colored skin and my husband is white. The man was wearing boxer briefs and I could see a pleasingly large bulge. As I looked up, across his flat stomach and muscular chest, I saw the surprise in his eyes.
My husband and I had spoken of the fantasy of having another man join us and I thought maybe this was it. I looked at the young black man who wore dog tags and a flat top haircut and said, "If Ken wants this to happen, I'll play along."
I dropped to my knees and pulled down his boxer briefs, freeing his dick. It sprung from the tight confines of his underwear and smacked my cheek. It was so hot! I pressed my face to his crotch and breathed his scent deeply into my lungs. It was so exhilarating to smell his manliness, it had been over 20 years since I'd seen or held another man's cock in the flesh, but I was determined to not let that slow me down here.
The man finally spoke, "Lady, what is going on? I think you're in the wrong room."
"I don't know about that, but I doubt you're upset." I could hear the toilet flush and figured Ken was in there.
I asked, "What's your name honey?"
"Ty, ma'am."
"Ma'am? You know how to make me feel extra dirty don't you Ty?" I slid my dress over my head and resumed my attention on Ty's cock, dressed in a bra, thigh highs and heels.
I heard someone behind me and figured my husband had finally stepped out of the bathroom to see the action. It was dark in the suite, except the lights from outside the window and I was licking, kissing and suckling along Ty's huge cock. It had to be at least 9 inches! Ken's cock was 7 inches long and was the biggest I had ever had, until now!
I heard Ty say, "Check this out!" and there was movement near me.
"Ty, you have a seriously sweet cock. I'm going to enjoy this. Thank you honey!"
"Baby, what is your name?"
"Oh, Ken, such bad manners. Why didn't you at least tell Ty my name? If that's how he wants it, you can call me Hot Slut." With that I started bobbing up and down on Ty's wonderful meat stick, getting it as slick as I can with my spit and working both hands, like a pepper grinder.
I have never been able to deep throat, and I didn't expect to with this long pole, but I did try. I could feel the cockhead at the back of my mouth and I gagged a little, but I kept at it. Soon, I got used to the nudging of that soft, spongy mushroom tip pressing against my throat and I could hold it there for a few seconds until I couldn't breathe. I repeated this a few times feeling the drool slide down my chin and chest. I knew I was a sloppy, slutty mess -- my pussy was on fire.
I dropped a hand to my cunt and it was so wet, I easily slid 4 fingers inside my folds while I used my other hand to stroke Ty's cock as I bobbed my mouth up and down. I rocked back on my heels, freed the cock from my mouth and kept stroking Ty's huge dick. I was almost hypnotized by this stranger's cock and I was staring at it as I brought my hand from between my legs, up to my mouth. I made a spectacle out of licking and sucking my fingers clean. My pussy was so wet and so hot. I felt so unashamed and slutty cleaning my own flavors from my hand in front of this young soldier.
With both hands, I started slowly stroking Ty's cock and I looked over at my husband's shadow. "You don't have to be left out, baby. Bring your cock over here."
I went back to sucking Ty's cock, tasting his precum leaking into my mouth. When I felt my husband undoing my bra, I moved my arms to let it fall free. He started to play with my tits as I continued my oral assault on Ty.
I reached out to stroke my husband's cock. My hand fell on a fat cock that was not my husband's. I froze, my mouth full of cock, my right hand holding a thick cock and my left hand holding Ty's big dick.
Ty pulled back, falling from my mouth. "I told you this was the wrong room. I don't want any trouble. If you want to stop and go find your husband, we won't stop you."
I was still pretty drunk, and horny as hell. I tried to process what was going on. "What are you doing in my room?!"
"Lady this is our room. What is your room number?"
"Oh shit, I never pay attention. It's 17-, uh 1717, I think."
"Lady this is the 15th floor. You're in room 1517." It was the first time the guy with the fat cock said anything.
"Oh shit! My husband...is...going to..." I thought for a minute and the extra man fantasy was Ken's idea. Maybe he wouldn't be upset. It could have been the alcohol, it could have been my needy cunt, it could have been Ty's big tool. I knew I was rationalizing, but these guys hadn't done anything to me -- I was the one who stripped Ty's briefs down and I told his friend to join in.
"Are you okay? Miss, Mrs. I still don't know your name."