A Wife’s Vegas Adventure

I had a very conventional career and marriage. Over several years, I worked my way up to being a manager. I had a good husband and marriage and two great children, a girl first, then a boy. When I was pregnant with my son, my husband got a vasectomy. At the time he joked that it was better that he get fixed than if I got my tubes tied because then he could have a fling and I couldn’t. I didn’t think it was funny at the time but a couple of years later, he did just that!

He had an affair with a sweet young thing at his work. I got suspicious because he was coming home so late and confronted him. He admitted it. The most agonizing part was that he refused to stop. His excuse was that it was only sex and didn’t threaten our marriage. Then he began acting like just because I knew that somehow meant he had my permission.

After several months, she broke up with him. He was devastated and two things made me furious. One was that it told me that it hadn’t been just sex, that he’d fallen in love with her. The other was that he expected me to console him! In a way, I did feel sorry for him but it was his damn fault.

A couple of years after that I was at a conference at the Cosmopolitan in Las Vegas with a younger colleague. She and I had split the session tracks between us and met for dinner each night to compare notes for our trip report. The last day of the conference ended at noon and we wrapped up our reports. She talked me into going to a club that night.

It had been over 15 years since I’d gone out like that and I was overwhelmed by the noise and the loud music and lights and too much to drink. These two black guys got friendly with us. They were nice and respectful and charming. One of them picked up on the fact that I wasn’t having such a great time at the club and suggested we leave and go somewhere else.

They got us a taxi and took us to a quieter club off the strip. We had a light meal and a couple of drinks and danced. The music was much more to my liking and even though the man I was with was several years younger than me, we hit it off. I loved dancing with him and letting him take a few liberties in the ways and places he wanted to touch me. I let him kiss me and touch my breasts and squeeze my ass as we danced.

We sat and talked and nibbled on the food and drank. Then the other man asked me to dance. He also wanted to kiss me and feel me while he and I were dancing. By that time I was getting pretty aroused and when he slipped his hand under my dress and fingered me, I was powerless to resist. Not that I wanted him to stop, LOL.

It was pretty obvious to me that these guys were expecting sex from us. I didn’t want to be a cock tease and after my husband cheated on me, I thought that gave me the right to a fling. As we were dancing I was feeling all that to talk myself into having sex with one of these men when I got that ‘something I never thought I’d enjoy’ experience. He took his finger out of my pussy and pressed it into my ass.

The shock made my body go limp. No one had ever done anything like that to me. There was an unfamiliar mix of pleasure and pain. It was the sluttiest I’d ever felt. It was the first time I’d ever felt violated and I liked it. He took me back to our table. It still hurt a little and I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got back my colleague and the two men had decided where we were going.

We ended up at a different hotel. I’d never been to downtown Las Vegas. One of them had a large suite in one of the older hotels. Everything happened so fast. We were in that room kissing and making out and then we were all naked. The men wanted to see some girl-on-girl action. That too was something I’d never done but it was nice kissing her and having her finger me.

I was good with that but they wanted to see us going down on each other. It was the first time I’d been with another girl but I found I did like licking on her. The men joined us in the bed. The man I’d been with most of the night came toward me. His dick was the largest I’d ever seen. He wanted me to suck on it. I was just getting used to it when I found myself being handed off to the other man to suck on his dick. His dick was much smaller and easier for me to get into my mouth.

My man with the big dick was fucking my colleague. I was expecting to have sex with the guy I was sucking on. Instead, I found myself being spanked. It hurt but not too bad. Then he rubbed lotion all over my ass and put his finger into my ass like he’d done when we were dancing only in. I knew then he was intending to fuck my ass. He was surprisingly tender and loving and even asked if I’d ever done it before. When I said no, he asked me if I wanted to and I told him to go ahead.

What he didn’t ask was whether to use a condom. He didn’t use one. It hurt going in but I got used to it. The actual anal sex went very slowly. My mind drifted and the pain went away and eventually, it was honestly pleasurable. I never thought I’d ever do anal sex much less that I’d enjoy it. When he pulled out for the last time, the other couple had finished. He asked me if I had cum. I said no, he hadn’t either, and asked me if I wanted to have regular sex. I did. He made me cum that way and asked me where I wanted him to cum. Heaven helps me, I told him inside me.

There was no condom, I was between periods and there was a good chance I could get pregnant. The four of us fell asleep but we were all naked and inevitably there was more sex to be had. She and I had one more day before we had to go home. We went out with the guys the following night and had sex with both.

Fortunately, I didn’t get pregnant or come down with some STI. What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas.