Chapter 55. Dinner and a Dance.

Vegas never fails to disappoint. Every time my husband and I visit, we find ourselves recharged and wanting each other more than when we arrived. Our last trip there was no different. It had been a hectic month with various work and family obligations pulling at us, so we decided to slip away for a quick weekend. As I packed, I looked at each item carefully. Sundress. Miniskirt. Bikinis. Heels. Lost in my thoughts, my husband slipped his arms around my waist as I selected a black and metallic silver thong bikini.

“Mmm, you’ve always looked so good in that one,” he whispered in my ear. Smiling, I tucked it into my bag and turned to face him. He had finished his packing and was eager to find another activity to occupy his time before we left for the airport. His fingers worked quickly to remove my shirt, knowing I might protest that there wasn’t enough time for a morning romp. But the touch of his mouth against my skin quelled any desire I once had to complete my packing. Surely what I had already packed was enough.

We fell into the bed and quickly found ourselves tangled among the sheets. My freshly showered and lotioned body soon became pink and beaded in sweat. Our breathing was heavy. The air suddenly thicker than it had been all morning. My fingernails scratched against my husband’s shoulders as he pushed his full weight onto me, pressing me into the soft sheets. Looking up at him, my legs wrapped around his. “Fill me up,” I panted. I wanted to feel him drip into my panties as we made our way out of town. He grunted and thrust into me hard. We collapsed into a sweaty heap, only able to enjoy that moment of splendor briefly, as our uber would arrive soon.

A smile danced on my lips for the duration of the journey to Vegas. If only the flight attendant knew that my panties were damp with a mixture of my husband’s and my cum. We checked in to our room and quickly changed for the European style pool. There was still enough daylight to enjoy a few hours sipping cocktails and mingling with likeminded vacationers. There was a good crowd at the pool. The vibe was upbeat and lighthearted. Everyone was there for a good time. We chatted with a few couples. One was there on an anniversary trip. Another had turned a work conference into a mini getaway. But it was the third couple, Mark and Jill (names changed), who caught our attention.

Like us, they were visiting for a quick weekend away from the busyness of work and family life. We easily fell into conversation about daily obligations, but there was a subtle undertone of wry flirtation throughout our exchanges. I noticed Jill casually brushing against my husband’s arm when she spoke. He didn’t seem to mind. Neither did her husband. The afternoon slipped away before we knew it, as we had all been so engrossed in our own little bubble, enjoying each other’s company.

As we dried off, they mentioned their evening plans to see a late show. With our own dinner reservations, we agreed that we’d catch up the next day at the pool. Jill and I hugged each other goodnight, and Mark gave me a kiss on the check that lingered a little longer than one would anticipate. It felt nice. Back in our room, my husband and I cleaned up for dinner, knowing that our conversations would circle heavily around the excitement from the afternoon with Mark and Jill. We couldn’t wait to enjoy another day with them…

The following morning was beautiful. After breakfast, we took a quick stroll and did a little window shopping before deciding it was time to get ready for the pool. Pulling out my black and silver bikini, I smiled. I knew my husband loved me in this, and I was sure Mark would, too. I wasn’t wrong. He commented on it immediately when we saw him. “Damn, you wear that well,” Mark exclaimed. I blushed, “thank you.” Jill was stunning as she removed her coverup and revealed her string bikini, so the thought of Mark liking mine was flattering.

We slipped into the pool and once again found ourselves enjoying easy, and flirtatious, conversation. The pool was a little more crowded this day, so I sat close to Mark against the ledge in the water. As the sun beat down on us, I decided to hop out and reapply my sunscreen. Mark joined me. We sat on our loungers and he offered to help as I reached for the bottle. Without hiding my grin, I thanked him and turned so he could rub the cool lotion into my back. His hands were strong. No doubt a benefit from the long hours he put in at the gym. He was careful to avoid getting the lotion on my bikini, moving my straps out of the way.

My mind raced, and in an instant, I found myself saying, “why don’t I just get this out of the way for you?” Reaching behind me, I slowly pulled at the string to my top, letting the damp fabric fall into my lap. I felt a rush as Mark whispered, “that’s perfect,” and continued to rub the cream into my skin. Turning to thank him, I could feel his eyes on me. I had left my top on the first day at the pool. But today, I decided to join the ranks of those going European style. Mark couldn’t help but smile. We got up and made our way back to the water. In hind sight, I’m not sure he even reapplied his own sunscreen.

My husband chuckled as we rejoined him and Jill. “Jill, it looks like you’re overdressed. Maybe Mark can help you with that.” We all shared a giggle, and Jill turned so that Mark could remove her top as well. “Thank you, I feel much better,” she teased. The afternoon was a blur of laughter and teasing. We talked about evening plans and decided that dinner together would be nice. There was a great little restaurant near a night club in one of the hotels, so we decided to make reservations there.

We hopped out of the pool as the sun began to surrender the sky. With a brief, “see you soon,” we parted ways to clean up for our dinner date. I showered quickly, not wanting to feel rushed in getting to the restaurant. As I toweled off, I noticed my husband had selected a dress for me to wear and had laid it out on the bed. It was a black and tan mid-thigh dress that hugged my curves. I smiled. But as I began to look for panties, I heard my husband tease behind me, “tsk, tsk. No need for panties in that dress tonight.” Grinning, I spun to give him a quick kiss before he turned to shower and get ready.

Before long, we were in the elevator, ascending to see our new friends for a good meal and some dancing. The food was phenomenal and the company a delight, setting the bar high for what was to come. Once the table was cleared and our drinks finished, we made our way to the night club. The music was deep and heavy, radiating a steady rhythm of sexy undertones. The dance floor called to us, impossible to resist.

We found a small space to enjoy the heady atmosphere. Jill’s body moved in intoxicating motions against Mark. Her hands traced up and down his chest and arms, willing him to partake in her erotic pleasure. He smiled and turned her to face me. I had been dancing in front of my husband, my back to him as his hands grazed my hips and ass. But his attention turned from me to Jill as she slowly inched closer to me. I felt my husband’s hand guiding my fingers to hers. Electricity.

We danced closer. My body pressed against Jill’s. I could smell her perfume. Light and flirtatious, just like her. Her hands trailed up my arms to my shoulders. I watched Mark’s hand slip up her skirt. My husband’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me against his growing hardness. And then it happened. Jill’s lips were too supple. Too close. Too irresistible. We kissed. A soft, coy kiss that wasn’t necessarily obvious to other clubgoers. But our husbands noticed. It was arousing to me. I felt my husband’s hands tighten on me in agreement.

Jill and I were oblivious to everyone around us. Our hands began to explore as our mouths danced against each other. I tugged her hair gently at the nape of her neck. She traced my thigh with her fingertips. Then she continued up, teasing the hem of my dress. We both knew the other wasn’t wearing panties, as it had been a conversational topic at dinner. Her fingers continued upward. They were soft as she brushed them against my lips. She wasn’t in any rush to enjoy the pleasure between us. I felt myself begin to warm under her touch, my lips becoming swollen and heated for more. She understood, and with a subtle shift, Jill felt all of me, fingering me slow and deep on the dance floor.

Our husbands stood behind us, watching in awe as Jill and I continued to kiss. I returned the gesture and gently teased Jill’s soft folds under her dress. She was warm and wet. The music pumped heavy beats into our bodies. We got lost in the rhythm, paying no mind to our surroundings. It was only when Mark whispered to Jill that he needed to have her, that we gathered ourselves to head back to our rooms.

As we had just met the previous day, there was a mutual understanding that we’d say our goodnights at the end of this evening. My husband and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other as we made our way back to our room. We fell into bed and fucked passionately, ignited by the heat Jill had exuded, and further fueled by the thought of what was to come on our last night together...