And yet, there I was, rock hard and trying not to cum all over the place, as another man did exactly that.
I should back up a little.
Angie and I had been married for almost twenty years, not that you'd ever guess it by looking at her. We had been through the same things as every other couple we knew, including a few "dry" periods, one of which had been particularly dry lately. We were very much in love - still are - but even the most loving of couples can get bored after so many years.
We'd tried to keep things spicy, to varying effect. Sometimes we'd heat things in the bedroom up for a few weeks, but inevitably, the days and weeks would drag by, and things would go back to normal.
That's why I suggested a weekend get away in Angie's favorite place, Las Vegas. We had a comped room coming to us, and someone to watch the kids, so off we flew into the screaming hot desert summer. I hoped the weekend would give us a little spark; she was always the horniest when we were away, where the troubles of life had faded.
Upon arrival, we had sex right away in our room, but it wasn't precisely what I hoped for. Mechanical, is how I'd describe it. Don't get me wrong, I had a fine time, but that's it; the sex was just fine, and fine isn't what snapped us out of these periods.
The second night, she seemed disinterested, and so my hopes rested on our final full day. Hopes were high, however, because we'd rented a cabana at the pool, and I hoped a long afternoon of sunshine and slushy drinks would turn her around.
That morning, she was up early and down to the casino to get a coffee. She returned with a coffee that was at least half whiskey, so things were off to a good start. Disappearing to the bathroom, she returned in a swimsuit I hadn't seen before.
It was a light gold color, one-piece, pulled up high on the hip to show off her incredibly sexy, long legs. The middle was a forrest of intertwined straps, pulling her large breasts together into a dazzling display. Her blonde hair cascaded from a large, floppy, white hat, her gold-rimmed sunglasses completing a perfect picture. I'm a decent enough looking guy, average in almost every way; average height, average build, average looking. My wife is much, much better looking than I, and to be honest, half her appeal early in our relationship was the fact she liked me, and only me. She was never the type to show any interest in any other guy, not even an actor or someone on TV. I was all she had eyes for.
We made our way down to the pool, and spent the middle part of the day enjoying the luxury of our cabana. Angie had several fruity looking drinks, and by mid-afternoon, she was well into a good buzz.
She decided to take a cooling dip, and I couldn't help but notice the men very much noticing her as she strode out to the middle of the pool, hat atop her head, pink drink held high. Lying back to take in the sun, I think I dozed off for a moment - I was more than a little buzzed myself - only to awake alone. Looking around, Angie wasn't in the pool anymore, but was sitting on a lounge chair, chatting up some guy.
I wasn't upset, or jealous, in the least. He was probably in his late 30s, and certainly no better looking than me. Knowing my wife, I knew she wasn't flirting with him, but doing what she usually did in any circumstance, making friends.
I didn't pay close attention to them, until she reappeared by my side. The gentleman was with her.
"Hey babe," Angie started, "this is Steve. Steve is here all alone. Can you imagine such a thing?" She was smiling, clearly giving her new friend a hard time. "Steve, this is my husband."
Sitting forward, I extended my hand. "I've heard of it, but never seen it up close," I kidded. "Hi, Steve, nice to meet you."
Steve took a seat in the lounge chair opposite me, and as I swung my feet around to sit to the side, my wife took a place next to me. We chatted for a bit. Steve was a businessman of some kind, having left LA the day before, and not due in New York until late tomorrow, so he decided to treat himself to a long layover in Vegas. He was staying in our hotel, and the ring on his finger indicated there was at least a someone else, somewhere else. He was a funny guy, very personable, and I thought to myself that we'd all probably be friends if we live in the same place.
Angie didn't seem different at all, in retrospect, though I wonder when her mind started to turn to dirtier thoughts. If she had intent from the start, she didn't betray, though I was a little surprised when she invited him to dinner with us.
"Vegas is no place to dine alone!" she reasoned, and I couldn't disagree. She was in such a good mood, I thought his presence at dinner could hurt, so I welcomed him.
We returned to our room, and set about getting ready as I adjusted our dinner reservation from two to three. Angie took her time in the bathroom, as I put on dark dress pants and a dark blue sport coat I knew she loved. When she finally exited the bathroom, my jaw dropped. She was wearing a bright red dress - my favorite color - that was skin tight and hugged her curves perfectly. Her breasts were high and tight, well above her long, silky legs. I didn't want to go anywhere, but she teased me and said we should get going.
Dinner was terrific. Steve was great company, with all sorts of stories of international travel making our suburban banality look small. He didn't offer many personal details, and said nothing of the family on the other end of that ring. More than once I thought it was a pleasant surprise that he was sitting next to my wife, who I knew was an absolutely knockout in that dress, and resisted flirting with her. I was sure he wanted to.
Angie was as happy and light as she'd been in months, and dinner sped by. Finally, as we waited on desert, Steve excused himself to use the rest room.
"He's great, isn't he?" Angie asked, emptying her fifth glass of wine of the meal. I could tell she was crossing that line beyond a mere buzz.
"Yes, I'm really glad you invited him."
Angie shifted in her seat toward me, reaching out and placing her hands over mine on the white table cloth. "So, I was thinking..." she purred, giving me the exact eyes I'd been waiting all weekend to see.
"Yes?" I replied, leaning forward myself.
"After dinner, I had a thought. Just a thought, ok?" Angie said. Her eyes were sparkling, and I got the sense we weren't going to be hitting the tables.
I leaned in closer.
"Remember a while back, maybe a month or two ago, and we were fooling around," she tried to whisper, maybe a little too loud.
"Yeah?" I responded, wondering where this was going.
"And we used that toy, and pretended to have a threesome?" She was nervously looking about, sure someone could hear her, which was probably true. A lump started to form in my throat.
"Yeah?" I replied, my voice shaking a little.
"Well, what do you think?" Angie asked.
"Steve?" I replied, surprised.
"Yeah. I mean, he's nice, and kind of cute, and we'll never see him again, so it won't be awkward. Plus, we both know things haven't exactly been hot lately. This will spice things up."
"I don't know, Angie, I mean..." I really wasn't sure what to say. Like I said, the thought of a threesome with another guy never crossed my mind, but I also had been trying to spice things up. Maybe this was an opportunity I shouldn't pass. I was always the one making the suggestions to do something new.
"Come on," she almost pleaded, stroking my hands. "It'll be fun. You know I love you, so what do we have to lose. We may never have this chance again."
"Well, I guess we should, you know, have some ground rules or something." I replied. Angie bounced in her seat.
"Yes. Whatever you say." she replied excitedly, our negotiation interrupted by Steve's return.
I didn't much taste my desert, my mind busy with every possible emotion. I was excited, confused, and a little bewildered. I couldn't believe she'd suggested it, and I wasn't even sure what "it" was. I decided I wasn't going to do anything to push this forward, and maybe just the thought would be enough to turn her on.
As the dinner plates were cleared, Angie slid her chair closer to mine and put her hands back atop my own.
"Steve," she started, with remarkable confidence, "we were going to head up to our room for a little night cap, before we head out for the night. Would you care to join us?"
Steve looked at me, puzzled. "I wouldn't want to intrude," he said, looking at me in a questioning manner.
I shrugged with my eyes. "No, please, you're more than welcome." I was sure he'd decline.
"Yeah, I guess. Why not." he responded, quite obviously unsure what we were up to.
We paid the bill, and off we went, all three of us together. I was honestly shocked. I didn't think she'd, but here we went. A thousand chances for everyone to back out, I reassured myself silently.
Soon, we were in the elevator, rising high into the sky. Angie took a place between us, and wrapping her arms through ours, she said "aren't I just the luckiest girl." I wondered what Steve thought, as the elevator opened and we started down the hall and made our way to the room.
I opened the door and held it for the two of them. Angie led the way, and pulling a bottle of too-expensive wine from the fridge, she poured three glasses, handing them out. "To us," she toasted.
We all took a sip, and stood around awkwardly. I could tell Steve was trying to figure out if this was what I was sure he hoped, or if we were just obliviously friendly. Angie excused herself to freshen up, and left us alone. Steve and I stood around the room, making small talk. Wandering over the floor-to-ceiling windows, I looked out at the sparkling evening Vegas skyline, and wondered if Angie would have the balls to take the next step.
"Holy shit." I heard Steve mutter behind me. Turning around, Angie was standing by the bathroom door, leaning seductively up against the wall. Her blonde hair cascaded across her naked shoulders, her large breasts barely concealed by a red, lacy bra. She was wearing red, silky panties, with a red garter belt over them, her legs covered by thin, red stockings. She was perched atop black high heels, which converted her legs into an absolute work of art. My jaw dropped; I can only imagine what Steve thought.
"Hello boys" she cooed, her face as confident as ever, knowing she was clearly in control of both of us. Angie strode confidently into the middle of the room, taking Steve's hand as she passed him, and directing him toward one of the chairs positioned in front of the windows. "Why don't you two have a seat," she requested.
Incapable of coherent thought, I moved toward one of the chairs. Steve slid into the other, a glass end table between us.
Angie stood in front of us, swiveling her hips back and forth. "Why don't we have a little fun," she cooed, slowly moving in my direction. Gliding to her knees, she slid between my legs, running her hands up and down my thighs.
"Hi babe," she smirked, now running her hands over my crotch. I didn't even realize I was already hard until her hand touched me. "Ooooh, someone is ready," she teased me, as she started to unfasten my belt and pants. Pulling me out into the cool air of the hotel room, she slowly stroked me for a moment, looking deeply into my eyes. In hers, the exact look I'd seen downstairs, the lust I'd been trying to create for the past several weeks.
Angie leaned forward and ran her tongue up my length. My cock twitched, her warm tongue felt so good. She slipped her lips over me, and slowly lowered her face into my lap. The back of her head looked incredible, slowly bobbing up and down into my lap. Her mouth felt so good, and I was immediately thankful for the extra glass of wine we'd had upon returning upstairs.
She stopped, gave the tip of my cock a kiss, and looked deeply into my eyes. Blowing me a kiss, she whispered, "I shouldn't be rude to our guest."
Angie rose to her feet, and walked over to Steve. Placing her hands on his knees, she slid down to the floor. She started to undo his pants, and before I could think to react, she had another man's dick in her hand.
Stroking him slowly, she looked at him and said "My Steve, what. nice dick you have." Steve's eyes were locked on my wife, and she gave him a nice hand job.
A knot was growing in my stomach, and I wondered to myself when things would go to far, as she leaned forward and placed him between her lips. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There were my wife's perfect lips, wrapped around another man. Steve's head fell back, as he came to enjoy what I knew was an absolute world class blowjob. Angie swallowed almost all of him, as Steve let out a low moan. Pulling him from her lips, a little bit of spit ran from Angie's lips to the tip of our new friend. She continued to stroke him, and part of me hoped she'd made him cum right there.
Instead, she put him back in her mouth, and slowly slid her way back down. Returning to his tip, she stroked him into his mouth. Steve moaned some more, and I could only imagine how turned on she must be. My own cock throbbed, and since I was so turned on, I figured this was still ok.
Angie released him from her mouth, and gave him a few more wet strokes. Rising back to her feet, she moved towards the bed. "Boys," she beckoned, as she slid back down her her knees.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled off my pants, moving over toward her. Standing to her right, Angie turned and started blowing me again. She looked incredible down here; a blowjob from her knees while I stood was one of my favorite treats. I barely noticed when Steve arrived, and Angie released me to turn to Steve. She sucked his dick while she stroked me, and I have to admit, I was as hard as I've ever been.
Back and forth she went, keeping us both hard, but not letting us get close to cumming, working us like an expert. She felt so good, and the way she moaned into each of us made it clear she was really enjoying herself.
After a while, Angie stopped, and slid up onto the bed. "Steve, why don't you join me?" she teased, and Steve stumbled up onto the bed. She took him back into her mouth, as I removed the rest of my clothes and crawled between her legs head first.
I could see her panties were soaked through from feet away. Pulling them aside, her pussy glistened like I could never remember. I ran my hands up her thighs, and gently flicked her clit with my tongue. I heard a loud moan from my wife, muffled by another man's cock. It was an incredible turn-on to go down on my wife, while she blew another man.
Angie wiggled free after a moment, and asked Steve to lay down. As she buried her face in his lap and pointed her ass at me, for the first time in my life I thought it would be hot to fuck my wife while she blew another man, and pulling her panties aside, I teased her with the tip of my cock. She shuddered, pushing back against me, her hips wiggling back and forth desperately.
Finally, I slid myself into her. She moaned loudly, again into Steve, as her juices coated me. I couldn't remember the last time I slid in so easily, she was easily the wettest I'd ever known. Holding her hips, I fucked her slowly, her hair bobbing back and forth as she kept Steve in her mouth. Now and again, she'd release him to moan for a second in appreciation, and then return to him.
I thought I might be close to cumming, and didn't want to finish before him, so I pulled myself from her and started to finger her from behind. Angie moaned again, and then pulled herself from me and turned around.
I turned to the table behind me and retrieved my glass of wine. Taking a sip, I had to admit to myself, this was much better than I imagined. Turning back, I saw Angie on all fours, looking right at me. Steve was directly behind her, and by the look on her face, I could tell where he was about to go.
And that is how I found myself trying not to cum, as another man entered my wife.
Her eyes rolled back, and I knew she had a new cock in her for the first time in decades. "Oh fuck" she moaned, as Steve slowly started to fuck her from behind. Looking back at me, she gave me a lusty smile as he moved in and out; I could actually hear how wet she was.
I wanted to stop them, but I found myself more turned on than I'd ever been. I didn't know what to say or do, but I knew I wanted them to continue.
Steve unsnapped her bra, and her tits fell forward toward the bed, swaying gently as he continued to work her from behind. Angie moaned in pleasure, looking up at me. "Come here," she demanded, and I moved towards her. Taking my cock into her mouth, I fucked my wife's face as another man took her from behind. The sight of her moving back and forth between us was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, as she moaned almost constantly into me.
I pulled myself from her and lowered myself to my knees, so I could look her in the eyes. They were full of lust, any self control she might have now totally gone. I gave her a long, deep kiss, before I looked her in the eyes and stroked her blonde hair.
"Does that feel good?" I asked, softly.
"Oh baby, he feels so good. Thank you." she moaned.
"Is this what you wanted?" I asked, kissing her on the cheek.
"It is" she cried, her voice pleading. "It's exactly what I needed."
"Tell him what you like," I instructed her. Angie gave me a smile, knowing there is nothing that turns me on like a little dirty talk.
"I like it when he fucks me" she moaned, louder. "I love the feel of his hard cock inside me, stretching my little pussy open."
I could almost hear Steve getting more excited. He started to slap against her, as he fucked her harder.
"Why don't you show him how good you can ride him?" I asked her, Angie's eyes lighting up at the thought. She immediately wiggled free of his grasp, turned, and almost shoved him down onto the bed. "So I can see you" I instructed, and Angie did exactly as she was told. Turning, she threw a leg over him, and guided his cock right back into her.
Angie slowly rode him, her breasts saying as she moved up and down on him. I moved back and sat down in the chair, watching as my wife did all the fucking. She ran her hands up and over her breasts, twisting her nipples and grinding her hips down into him.
"Do you like that?" I asked.
"I do," she moaned in response, leaning forward on to her hands and pushing herself back onto him.
"How do you want him to do it?" I asked.
"I want him to grab me and fuck me hard." she cried. I could tell she was quickly approaching an orgasm.
"Steve," I demanded, loudly. "Hold her by her hips and give her your cock." Steve did as I demanded, grabbing my wife's pale hips and holding her in place, driving himself into her.
Angie screamed out in ecstasy. I left to my feet, and climbing up onto the bed, I fed her my cock. Putting her lips around me, she moaned as loudly as she could, her body shaking with what I was sure was a record-setting orgasm.
Steve let her go, and Angie pulled herself from him. Lying on her back, I reentered her, Steve placing himself by her face. Angie sucked him eagerly, as I slowly fucked her. She felt so open and soft, better than I could ever remember. I worried I might not last, until Steve grunted, and pulling himself from her expert lips, shot an enormous load of cum all across her large, heaving breasts.
It was so sexy, seeing my wife covered in another man's cum. Leaning forward, my wife and I locked eyes, as my own orgasm grew closer.
"You look so fucking hot, covered in his cum," I told her.
"I feel like such a sexy little slut," she moaned, her hips thrusting back to meet me.
"You are a sexy little slut," I grunted at her, the end getting near, "You're my sexy little slut."
"I am your sexy little slut," she moaned, "fuck your stretched out pussy. Take it back."
I thought I was going to pass out, I came so hard. I could feel her squeeze against me, as we orgasmed together, both our bodies exploding at once.
Slowly, I removed myself form her, my seed spilling out onto the comforter. Her body was covered in and filled with cum, her hair a sweaty mess.
"Fuck, baby, that was incredible," she panted, trying to catch her breath. Steve was sitting in the corner seat, growing hard again, slowly stroking himself. Angie sat up, gave me a smile and a shrug, and walked over towards him, taking him back in her mouth.
Over the next several hours, we fucked her in every possible combination and position possible. Before we were finished, her body was covered in cum, and I felt completely spent. Steve slipped out sometime in the night, and we never saw him again. Our sex life got significantly better after that, and returning home, we started thinking right away about when we might get away and experiment again.
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