My first thought as I came awake was, "It's a big day today." Linda and I have a flight from DFW to Las Vegas leaving at one o'clock this afternoon. It's a three-hour flight but we will cross two time zones moving west. We will arrive at two PM local time.
This is a fun trip. We are to meet Walt and Elizabeth Zimmerman for breakfast tomorrow morning. Walt is a client of Luke's and Elizabeth is his wife. They are flying in from Florida. We have been to Vegas with them on one other occasion. They are a fun couple but they are not swingers. The plan is fine dining, a show or two, some gambling, maybe some dancing and drinking.
Linda has acquired invitations to a new swingers club. It is affiliated with our club in Dallas but this one has an on-premises format. We have never been to an on-premises club before. Linda and I have arranged to have one night before the Zimmermans arrive and another after they leave. We plan to spend at least one of these nights at the new club.
The airplane took off on time. We rose to cruising altitude. The pilot had found smooth air somewhere above twenty-five thousand feet. I leaned across Linda to look through a window. I thought about the five hundred, seventy-five mile an hour slipstream racing past only a few inches from my face. The only sound I could hear was a faint whistle. The ride was quiet and smooth.
About an hour into the flight Linda asked, "Have you thought about my wildcard?"
I thought for a few seconds and said, "Yes, I gave it serious consideration. Your argument had merit but it was also flawed. I can't abdicate my responsibility to protect you to people I don't even know. I trusted Bobby Wilkinson to take you away and keep you safe but I can't give that same trust to some club bouncer that is a stranger to me."
Her bottom lip poked out.
I continued, "There is another reason I want you to understand. I am still very selfish where you are concerned. I know that the freedoms we have given each other make it look like I have gotten around that problem. I haven't. There is no way I am going to spend one minute wondering where you are and who you are fucking. No wildcard Sweetheart, I'm sorry."
I was prepared, for her to pitch a quiet fit. It didn't happen.
She entwined my arm with both of hers. She laid her head on my shoulder and snuggled close to me. She whispered, "I understand. I love you Luke and I am lucky that you love me. I don't deserve having you love me the way you do." There was a pause before she continued. She said, "Why don't we just skip the club and spend the time making sweet love in our overpriced room at, Caesar's Palace?"
I drew one of her hands to my lips and kissed it. I replied, "We can do that. In fact, I like the idea."
She said, "I do too."
An hour later, the pilot came on the intercom. He said, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have begun our descent into Las Vegas. The temperature on the ground is seventy-five degrees and the local time is one, fifty-two PM. I hope you choose to fly with us again."
We landed. Our pilot greased the plane onto the runway with barely a bump. It was the perfect ending to a perfect flight.
We rented a car at the airport and drove to the hotel. It was ostentatious in its old Roman décor. The intended elegance of the motif was lost somewhere along the way. The place reminded me of a roadside tourist trap that someone had spent far too much money building.
We had a light lunch before we checked in. I had heavy food but very small portions. I satisfied myself with a six-ounce cut of prime rib and a small lobster tail, with trimmings. The food was excellent and not expensive.
We did check in and I arranged to have all the Zimmerman charges put on my tab. They were scheduled to arrive early Saturday morning. Upon their arrival, there would be no paperwork and they would be escorted to their rooms, immediately. I knew that Walt would call as soon as they arrived.
I became anxious to be alone with Linda. We went to our rooms. We were on the twelfth floor of the relatively new tower. The view was spectacular. The room was finished in better taste than the main lobby. I was impressed.
I asked Linda, "What now, Coach?"
She handed me a brochure she had picked up in the lobby. She answered, "If we aren't going to the club, follow my plan. Feed me a fine dinner about five o'clock. After that, we can gamble some if you want. I want you to dance with me and then take me to that show. When it is over I want you to bring me back here and screw my brains out."
The show was a Willie Nelson concert with some of his friends. I am not really into country and western music but I do like Willie's outlaw style and the stories his songs tell. I said, "The concert starts at ten. Let's put dinner off until seven and cut out the gambling. We can shower together and jump into bed for an hour or so. I want to fuck your brains out right now."
She giggled and began to unbutton her blouse. She turned toward the bathroom and said, "Give me a minute."
A few minutes later, I heard her turn the shower on and followed her into it. I held her naked body and we let the warm water run over us. This always has a rejuvenating effect on me. I kissed my young and vibrant wife. Sharing a shower with Linda is one of my favorite things. I noticed the smell of orange blossoms.
I said, "U-m-m-m-m, you smell of orange blossoms."
She hesitated but then asked, "The smell makes you think of her, doesn't it?"
I had to have time to contemplate the proper answer to that question. I stuck my tongue in her mouth for a few seconds before I replied, "Who?"
She giggled and said, "You know who. I understand now, why Michelin wanted me to have the orange blossom flavor." She paused and giggled again. She said, "As long as you are fucking my brains out, you can fantasize about her if you want. I will use it more often. I think it arouses the monster very well." She squeezed my hard cock in her hand and kissed me.
I noticed she was fingering her pendant. I thought, "Linda can turn anything to her favor." I kept my mouth shut.
I gave her a minute before I asked, "Do you think about Bobby Wilkinson while you fuck me?"
She had to have a few seconds before she answered. She kissed me and then she replied with a giggle. "Not as much as I used to. I usually think about Lancelot now."
I swatted her on the butt. She yelped.
We finished our rinse and dried each other. She had not washed her hair. She would have to do that later. Some of the ends were wet. She started to blow dry them. I took the dryer away from her and said, "Damp is okay." I took her to bed.
We snuggled close while our bodies warmed the sheets.
Linda whispered to me, "I love you so much. I wish I could spend my whole life naked and in bed with you."
I said, "Sometimes you have the most wonderful thoughts. Right now I want you to think about how hard my cock is and what you should be doing about it."
She stroked the monster's length. She said, "I may use orange blossoms all the time." She shifted her position and took the monster into her mouth.
I had envisioned this as a "Slam-Bam-Thank-you-ma'am," quickie. I changed my mind. There was too much emotion in the room. I let her suck until I felt like I might be too close to the edge. I pulled her up so we could kiss. I slipped a finger inside her. She was very wet and very ready.
She whispered, "I need the monster inside me."
I helped the monster find his way and he began his invasion of her body. She squirmed to help me get the angle of penetration right. The monster moved very slowly. I could feel his helmet push the walls of her pussy aside to open her channel bit by bit, as he moved deeper and deeper. It took a long time to reach her bottom. I stroked her one time to seat him properly in her deepest place. We held each other and movement ceased.
She whimpered and said, "Oh Luke." I have heard her say that a thousand times. It never fails to excite me. She said, "Oh Luke," again.
We held each other. At length, she said, "I feel so full. Your cock is the perfect size for me. It's not too large. It's not too small. It's just right." A few seconds later she added, "I feel like Goldilocks when Baby Bear fucked her." She giggled and said, "They don't put that part in the children's books.
I pulled almost all the way out and slammed the monster back to his resting place. She took a very quick and very deep breath. I felt the air pressure change in the room.
She said, "Fuck me, Luke."
I fucked her slowly with long strokes. I rose up on my arms as if I was holding at the top of a push-up. I could watch my cock move in and out of her. The surface of her skin below her belly button rose when the monster entered her and fell back as he withdrew. I could see my cock moving inside her flesh. The erotic sight aroused me further. My tempo increased. I fucked her a little harder. Her hips rolled into my thrust and her kegel movements milked me. I wished time would stop and let me stay in this now, forever.
Time didn't stop. It marched on, as it does. Fifteen minutes went by, twenty and maybe thirty passed. We possessed one another. We were one another.
Finally, she said, "I'm going to cum. I can feel it happening. Make this perfect. You must cum with me, Luke. "
I felt her excitement rise. Her pussy seemed to flex and hold me. Her body convulsed and she stopped breathing. The only noise she made was a high-pitched note. It lasted and then it lasted longer. I could feel her juices leaking out around my cock. She reached her peak. She invoked the name of God and begged me to cum with her. She tried to scream but she couldn't. Babblings of incoherent sounds were all she could manage.
The first jet of cum leaped from my body. I had spasm after spasm while Linda came down from her peak. Even in her high state of arousal, she helped to enhance my orgasm. Her arms and legs locked around me. She met my thrust with those of her own. Her sweet pussy squeezed and held me. I came hard. My orgasm overshadowed everything. For a few seconds, it was the most important thing in the universe. It outranked supernovae and black holes.
Then it was over. I became disappointed that it hadn't lasted forever. I kept the monster inside her and she sucked the last of my juices out of him even as my erection subsided. I rolled off her onto my back and lay there trying to remember how to breathe. I felt one of her little hands toying with the hard nub of one of my nipples. I realized she was kissing me. I couldn't breathe because her tongue was blocking my airway. I thought I would suffocate.
I didn't' care if I died. Being near this woman was my only reason for living. I kissed her back.
Time passed. I couldn't say how much. Linda was lying beside me with her head on my shoulder and a leg thrown over me. Her tiny fingers still played with my nipple. Her pussy was making a wet spot on my thigh. She giggled and her little girl voice said, "That was fun. Can we do it again?"
I became conscious and drew her close to me. I wanted to do it again but I knew it would have to be later, much later. I didn't answer her. I don't think she expected an answer.
My body instinctively made itself comfortable and I fell asleep.
Sometime later, Linda shook me awake. She waited until she saw my eyes come into focus. She said, "It's after eight. We've missed the gambling and the dancing too. I have to have food and I don't want to miss the show.
