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What happens in Vegas, day 1
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What happens in Vegas, day 1 OK, what is the definition of stupid? Here is how I define it....letting your wife go Vegas with her friends, alone. I mean, maybe some wives can go Vegas without their husband and not fuck someone else, but that has never been my experience. I have been Vegas when I was<b> younger </font></b>and married my first husband, while I was single in between, and while I as married the total POS, I have somehow managed to fall into a pile of dicks every time. My boyfriend and I have a rule. We don't go to Vegas alone, and we stick together when we are there. It avoids suspicion. So let's just look at the last time.....while I was married to Mr. Ego. So my friends invite me on a girls trip to Vegas. Yes, the good neighbors wife was one of them, but this was before I started fucking her husband a couple of times a wee I asked Fuckhead if I could go. He knew them all, good, clean living, boring, repressed, dry pussy women. So he was fine with it. Of course he has no idea what I am capable of. So off we go! We get Vegas and check in. There are 6 of us, 3 rooms, 2 a room, so I am thinking, "hmmm, how pull all this off?" So my first idea, no panties, done. Second, try create space. Third, try get them drun If I can get them fuck someone else, they can't tell on me, right? So panties are gone, easy. I decided little sexy dresses were the way go. Not "Fuck now" dresses, too obvious, but "buy a drink and fuck in minutes" dresses. It is Vegas. So the main key getting fucked in Vegas is don't move with the herd. Try be alone sometimes, then men can single out the prey. So day one, hour one, we are checked in and get our stuff our room, I get a "headache" from the drive, so I obviously need go the gift shop real quick for pills. So I say I will be right back, and head the elevator, and hit the casino floor for a walkaround. The trill of being in a place with 00 dicks, and knowing almost every one will fuck given the opportunity is awe inspiring. Viva Las Vegas! So I am heading back the elevator and get stopped by this HUGE fucker! He looked like he had just fallen out of a pro wrestling ring. He ended up being a UFC fighter. I guess we were there during some fight. Who knew? I would have picked the Adult Movie Awards weekend, but I took what I could get. So the guy, ripped and bulging out of his shirt, asks me what I am doing? I told him I was headed to meet my friends. I didn't bother to mention I was married. He asked what I was doing later, and I told him I had no solid plans. He asked if I wanted to meet him at the bar later for a drink? I said sure, how about 5:30? He was good with that. he probably thought he could fuck a couple the same night if he worked it right. I had not hit my 5 in a day yet, so I was good with 2, maybe 3 if i worked it right. But for his muscles, and abs, I would have given up a dic So I went upstairs and showered, pussy has gotta smell great if you have a chance of riding a hot guys face, and with no panties, you gotta smell fresh. So I showered and my friends and I headed downstairs go on our excursion. They wanted walk the strip, and check out the shops. Normally, I am the shopper, but it was 4:30 before we got outside, and I didn't want sweat too much and ruin my freshness, so I got them excited about the shops in the casino next door. And an hour later said my headache was back worse, and I needed to go lie down in the dark for a bit. They offered to come back with me, but I told them to enjoy it, I would call them as soon as it went away. I told them to go ahead and eat because I wasn't anyway. Well, I was walking back kind of fast, running a little behind, but there he was at the bar, looking like something out of a dirty drawing, all angles and bulges. So I sat down and said hi. He said hi, and we chatted for a sec. I found out he was from Wisconsin. I asked him why he was talking some girl he was never going meet again. He said "you never know." I said "you just want get laid, don't you." He said, "it's always worth a try." He was drinking water, and I was really drinking, but I was only about 1/3 of the way through. I asked him where he was staying, but it wasn't there. So I said, "OK, look, I wanna get fucked too, but I have limited time, so we can sit here and talk about it, or we can go fuc...now." He pulled out cash, dropped it on the bar and followed the elevator, probably staring at my ass. Oh well, he was licking it about 6 minutes later, so did it really matter? The packed elevator was a bitch, then we went to my room. When we got in and started making out, he reached between my legs, and realized I wasn't wearing panties. He was ready to go, but, really, it isn't 0% of the time that watching the guy undress is that good, so I made him strip. Yeah, it was worth it. He was hot. Like Hercules from the cartoon. His cock could have been about an inch longer, and thicker, but I enjoyed sucking it anyway. It was good and hard, just like the rest of him when he pulled me up off my knees, skirt still on, tanktop around my waist and bent me over the bed. I expected to feel his dick, but he ate me out instead, licking my pussy, and ass. Right then i had that feeling, you know, the feeling where you know you are going to need that cock up in your ass at some point. So with my head on the bed, moaning as his tongue flicked my clit, I felt him roll me over, then pick me up like a ragdoll, effortless, and slid me on his coc God that felt good. I didn't have do a thing, he just lifted up and down like I was nothing. It made feel sexy, and he obviously liked feeling like a badass. I came pretty damn quick, probably just as mental as physical. When i was done, he lifted me off, twilted me in the air and shoved his tongue inside that dripping cunt. his swollen cock hit me right in the cheek, so i sucked it again. Then he really did bend me over, and he fucked the shit out of me. I literally thought he may kill me from the sheer hard pounding. But it made my pussy feel so good, and ooze cum as he made me orgasm a few times. Then I rode him slow at first, but he couldn't handle slow, so he grabbed my ass and pounded me. I screamed and came again. God his whole body was like on hard dic It was hot. He said he was gonna cum, and I told him to stop. Yes, there was enough of my cum that my ass was wet, but I sucked his cock quic then spit on it, and got back on top, and slowly slid his dick in my ass. He felt that, and started to move, but I told him to slow down a sec. So he took it slow at first, then started fucking my ass harder and harder. I fucking came, HARD! It was awesome! He felt it too, and it turned him on, because he blew a huge load of herculean jizz deep enough in my ass that I think it took the rest of the trip to get it all out. After that I asked him how long he was in town. He told me he was leaving the next morning. I told him if he was on point he could fuck at least 2 more sluts before he left. He said, "are you a slut?" I said, "well, I am married, in Vegas, and hoping to fuck 2 or 3 guys per day, so yes, I am the definition of a slut. But you are the first!" He laughed when I told him we had only been there since 3. "So by 6:30, you have one down go", i replied, "I may have go with 2 today, but hurry the fuck up, I gotta go find the second one." I got his name, but no number, and didn't bother to give him mine. We both knew we got used. That's what Vegas is about....... I love being used. Well, I showered, and did my best to get the cum out of my ass, and then found my friends. I got back to them by 8, so we ate, and then walked the strip, well, part of it. It was still hot, and I was glad I wasn't wearing panties because the warm breeze felt good on my swollen pussy. I kept thinking about it as we were walking, and my friends were making stupid comments about hot guys. It is funny, guys can look at a group of 6 women, all dressed similar, but it is like they have a slut radar. They would know I was the bitch in heat. It was like they could smell my pussy. Even my friends noticed and said things, like "all the guys are staring at you." I would laugh it off, but I swear I must have had a "fuck me" sign on my bac I felt a little slutshamed....just k**ding, I loved it, and all it did was make my pussy throb a little wanting another coc I love the guys with their wives, or girlfriends staring, then you can see their girlfriend get mad, or hit them when they get past . That cracks up. We decided go dancing, so we went back, and got a little more dressed up. i got wear a full "fuck " dress. My friends looked a little judgmental, but jealous at the same time. So we got some recommendations on clubs, and went one at another casino. It had be close the top, because the view was awesome. I was on my 3rd drink when the guys started breaking into our group of girls and trying to get me to dance alone. I kept acting like I was put out so my friends wouldn't think I liked it. 2 of them went home at :30, probably call their husbands. The other were gone by :30. I had been dancing with this one guy for about 2 hours. he was buying my drinks, we were grinding, and my roomie was dancing with a guy too. About 1:30 she said she was done. The guy she was dancing with said he would help her to a cab. I said O She hadn't drank much. And she swore she was all good. I told her I would be a couple of hours. At about 2, she texted and said she was good. i said I was staying till they closed at 4. She told have fun. The guy I was dancing with told he was staying in the hotel we were at. We had been grinding body parts, so he knew I was a sure thing, so he took my hand and led back inside the elevator. I thought, "finally!" So we went to his room, and I could tell right away, this guy was more of a lover than a fucker, but, dick is dick at some point, and my pussy was aching to be fucked. So, this guy totally made love to me. He was a lot younger, so I get it, and it was kind of cute, but in the end I had to ride him, HARD in order to cum a few times. But all in all, we must have had sex for a couple of hours before we fell asleep. So I woke up around 6:30 and thought "FUCK! now my roomie is gonna know I got fucked!" The club closed at 4. So I hurried and pulled on my dress and shoes, and snuck out. I grabbed a cab and got to my hotel and opened the door to my room, quietly, hoping to sneak in with her asleep. As I snuck in, I tripped over something. I turned on my light on my phone. It was a man's shoe. 'What is a man's shoe doing in my room?" so I shined the light up and there was my roomie, naked, with her arm and leg d****d over the guy that was helping her to a cab. So I just went in the bathroom, put on sweats, and got in my bed. A few hours later I heard him trying to get dressed super quiet, but i wanted her to KNOW, I knew, that gave me freedom, so I said hi. He was like, "uh, hi!" I heard my friend gasp. He hurried and left and my friend ran in the bathroom. She showered for what seemed like forever. She came back out and seemed in the depths of despair. I realized I must have a unique character flaw. I wouldn't have felt guilty. I knew her husband, gross! I wouldn't fuck him with someone else's pussy. I said, "ok, details!" And approached it more like a game of spin the bottle, and she told me about it. I said, "relax, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". And did not even think of telling her about my guys. I was gonna hold this card in case I needed it the next 2 nights. And I am glad I did! So she felt better when we got done talking. But I could tell she felt guilty. She asked about 20 times if she should tell her husband. I told her "NO, you will just make him feel like he is not good enough, and either blow up your marriage, or he will be insecure forever." You feel guilty, that is good, but don't put the guilt on him. I guess her guilt didn't last too long, because she fucked him again that night....and the next. To this day, I am the only one that knows, and he was kind of cute, if she hadn't, I may have....More to cum... I was there 3 nights, and this was the first one. Not even a from my stupid, lameass, egotistical, husband. I figured either he was dumb enough deserve it, or he was cheating too. |
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