Rolling over in the bed, I smiled as the morning sunlight peeked through the curtains. My husband lay next to me, just starting to stir. It was our last day in Vegas, and we intended to make the most of it. The night before had left our bodies exhausted, but our essence as a couple, completely rejuvenated. We had danced all night with Mark and Jill, the friends we had met our first day there.

I closed my eyes and let my mind replay moments from the evening: the scent of Jill’s perfume as she danced with me, the softness of her hand as she rubbed my leg, the electricity of her fingers as she traced my pussy lips. I could feel my husband rouse beside me. His arm draped over my hip and ran down my stomach. Opening my eyes, I was greeted with a soft kiss. I knew that his mind was playing the same reel as mine.

In one smooth motion, my husband pulled me under him and pressed me into the sheets. I could feel his hands against my back as he lowered his body weight onto me. I was already throbbing between my legs, wet with the anticipation of what he would do to me. He grabbed the back of my hair in a messy knot and whispered into my neck how turned on he was from the night before. How much he loved my dress. How sexy it was to watch me dance with Jill. How aroused he became watching us kiss and touch each other. How hard he fucked me when we got back to our room. I felt him grow rigid in me and it pushed me over the edge. We basked in pleasure for a moment before getting up and ready for the day.

We spent the morning walking down the strip and enjoying some of the more notable landmarks and sights that Vegas has to offer. As the sun became hotter, we decided to grab a snack and head to the pool where we knew we’d see Mark and Jill. By the time we arrived, the pool scene was vibrant and fun. Mark and Jill were already in the water and had a spot saved for us. My husband and I joined them and spent the better part of the afternoon laughing and flirting until the sun began to set.

It had been decided that dinner together was a must. In true girl-fashion, Jill and I thought it would be fun to get ready together so we could try each other’s dresses and jewelry. We made plans for her and Mark to come to our room before dinner so we could enjoy cocktails and a fashion show. Little did I know that my husband and Mark had their own plan in mind for what Jill and I would try on…

We said our goodbyes at the pool and went back to our room to clean up for the night. I showered, fixed my hair and makeup, and lotioned my skin, smiling at the thought of my husband enjoying my body later that night. Just as I was deciding what to wear, my husband pulled out a small cloth bag from his suitcase. I immediately recognized it. I knew it contained one of my favorite lingerie pieces. “Do you want me to wear that under my dress tonight?” I asked him. “No. I want you to wear only this tonight,” he replied with a grin.

I cocked my head, in slight confusion. My husband continued, “Mark and I thought a little show would be fun tonight. Maybe take some sexy photos of you beautiful ladies in your lingerie before dinner. If we make it out to dinner at all.” I smiled. We did have a late lunch by the pool, after all. And the thought of Jill and I in nothing but lingerie for our husbands was just the type of thing that he knows I enjoy.

I untied the soft terrycloth robe and let it fall to the floor playfully, knowing that my husband was watching my every move. I walked over to him and let my fingers trace across the delicate lingerie that was now displayed on the bedsheets. The gold buckles and accents clinked gently as I lifted it up and began to slowly dress, making sure my hands lingered a bit longer than necessary to tease my husband.

Once the last buckle was in place, the smile my husband flashed told me it looked stunning against my tanned skin. He kissed me softly, then finished dressing just before our friends arrived. I had slipped a sheer black robe over my lingerie, so as not to be terribly presumptuous. When Mark and Jill walked in, however, any feelings of nerves floated away. Mark was wearing dark jeans and a sexy button up that hugged his shoulders and chest just right. And Jill. Wow. Jill wore a little black dress beyond worthy of its namesake. She looked incredible.

We sat in the small living area and made light conversation as my husband poured us all a drink. We toasted to new friends, then Mark suggested that we see the surprise that Jill brought. We all knowingly smiled, and she went to the restroom with her small bag to change. It didn’t take her long, and when she returned, she was a vision in black, strappy lingerie. She walked to me and helped me up from the sofa. I removed my robe and stood next to her. My pastel pink lingerie in soft contrast to her black number.

Our husbands quickly worked to rearrange the furniture, making an area fit for a flirty photo shoot. The air was light and playful as Jill and I posed in various positions. She held my breasts. I squeezed her ass. We kissed gently. Hair was tugged. Straps were pulled. Before we knew it, the photo shoot had migrated from the sofa to the bed. I lay on the soft sheets as Jill straddled me from above. Teasing. Playful. Sultry.

In one moment, our husbands were just watching. In the next, they were joining in. Mark sat next to Jill and began to caress her back, kissing her shoulder and neck. My husband sat on the other side of us, tracing up my arm to my breasts. Jill rolled off of me and focused her attention on Mark. My eyes were centered on my husband’s, seeing the fire and lust in them. He kissed me on the bed. My panties, already slightly damp from the excitement, now became fully wet. I needed him in that moment.

The sound of having Mark and Jill next to us was intoxicating and erotic. My pussy was aching to be filled. I dug my fingers into my husband’s shoulders, willing his body to press into me. He positioned himself over me and didn’t even take off my panties, he just nudged them aside as he thrust his rigid cock into me. I moaned in pleasure as he stretched my lips. Hearing Jill edged me further.

She had positioned herself on top of Mark, riding him with sensual authority. My husband noticed, and rolled me over so that I also sat atop of him. It was a vision. Jill and I, both still in our lingerie and heels, fucking our husbands side by side. The sound of pleasure. The smell of ecstasy. The feel of fire. Jill reached out to me and grasped my hand. Our fingers interlocked as we were filled. I ran my hand up her arm and back down to her ass. Her skin was soft and smooth. She traced my back with her fingernails, giving me the most intense chills as my orgasm mounted...

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