We had talked for what seemed like years about this very moment. Both covered in cum laying on a bed while we watched someone walk out our door in the wee hours of the morning. We knew it would happen on vacation the first time, if it ever happened. And here we were in a fancy Vegas hotel grinning at each other as he leaves.

The story of how we got here is pretty amazing. Going into the last nights dinner, I was sure the highlight was going to be the lesbian action you shared with your friend while her husband and I watched. That was followed up by sharing a bed and a little touching as well with them. Watching your head buried between two beautiful thighs was more than enough to consider this trip worth the money. But you add in the making out, kissing each others body and both girls orally pleasing the other and it was a grand night. That was the first night I saw my wife touch another man. As she reached over and guided my friends dick into his wife. That was hot but wouldn't compare to what lied ahead.

So after playing with friends, we found ourselves less than satisfied with the fun we had and wanting more, turned on and feeling more daring than before. We had discussed the last night would hopefully take it to the next level with our friends but after dinner and a bit of dancing, they were tired and wanted to go back to their room. When we got back to our room it was around 11:30 PM.

In the room we decided we were not ready for the fun to end. So we showered up, got ready and hit the casino bar. At the bar were two couples and two guys. The couples seemed in their own world and although another couple was our preference, it didnt seem to be in the cards.

I told you to pick where to sit and you looked around and chose a seat two seats down from one of the guys. He was younger. Maybe around 25. A hispanic man that looked kind of military with a high and tight haircut and a bit of stubble like a five oclock shadow.

As you go to sit down, you look back and realized I have sat at a table near the bar. You sit at the barstool and when he looks over you smile and say Hi. Your heart is beating through your chest as He turns toward you giving you a once over and then responding with a hello. You guys begin chatting about where you are from. He is from Miami and a marine. You truthfully and boldly explain you are a nurse from Charlotte. As you guys continue to chat, he moves over and sits directly next to you. You turn your body toward him and continue talking. Once he moves closer I really cant hear the talk. So I sit with my drink trying to be inconspicuous.

After a while of you talking laughing and slowly moving closer, he put his hand on your leg. Slightly above your knee with his fingertips slightly under the hem of your little black and red dress. As he orders you another drink, you scoot in your chair toward him allowing his hand to slide up further under your dress. His fingers are resting at the top of your thigh and his thumb is holding the inside of your thigh, inches from feeling your crotchless red panties.

I wish I could tell you more of the discussion but I could hear nothing except laughing and the overtly flirting moments over the music. I did begin to see your body tense as his thumb bone begin to move where it attaches to his wrist when he started rubbing your lips. You lean over and begin whispering in his ear and placed your hand on his dick. He leaned and whispered back in yours. After a little while of whispering and rubbing, he turns as you whisper and looks at me. I tip my drink at him. Moments later, you both get up and walk out.

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