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His cock was soft, hanging innocently down toward the sheets. "So, you want me to be your little serving wench for your poker game, do you?" "Well . . . kind of . . . yeah." Freddy looked at me sheepishly. "It might be . . . you know . . . fun . . ." I looked down at him with a smirk as my fingers toyed with his legs. "And I suppose you want me to wear high heels?" I asked coyly. Freddy lifted his eyebrows. I didn't even own a pair of high heels back then.   "Would you?" "Well, like you said . . . it might be fun." I couldn't believe I was agreeing to wear high heels for his poker buddies, but as I rubbed his thighs and saw his cock begin to twitch, I thought maybe this could be fun. "You know," I continued in my sexiest voice, "if I'm wearing high heels, I'd have to wear a short skirt, too. Wouldn't I?" Freddy eyed me curiously. "How short?" I rubbed my hands to the top of his legs and leaned forward, letting my C-cup breasts sway freely in front of his eyes. "Really short," I purred. Now his cock was definitely starting to stir. I had never played the vamp before, and I liked the effect. Freddy put his hands behind his head and studied me. "You'd really wear a short skirt and high heels to serve us snacks at the poker game?" I shrugged and rubbed his thighs. "If that's what you want . . ." Freddy nodded and thought for a while as I continued to massage. "What else would you wear?" "Well," I said, "I could wear that little belly shirt you bought me - you know, the thin white one with the three buttons on the front." I rubbed a little higher on his legs, grazing his balls with my fingertips. "That is, if you want me to." Freddy smiled. Freddy bought me the belly shirt for his birthday last year, and I had only worn it around the house, never in public. It was tight and sheer, and without a bra my nipples were clearly visible through it. Hell, even with a bra you could see my nipples through it. "God," he sighed, "that would be too sexy. High heels, a skirt and that belly shirt? I don't know." Freddy wanted a faithful, respectable wife, but his cock was at half-mast over the idea of exposing me to his poker buddies. "What would the guys think?" I grasped his stiffening cock in my hands and slowly started jacking him off. "What do you think they're going to think? They'll probably get nice big hard-ons, just like this." I stroked up and down his shaft and he inhaled sharply. "Oooh, God," he wheezed, "they probably will." He closed his eyes and lay back for a while with his arms crossed over his face as I stroked him, his rod now at full attention. After a minute or so I heard a faint voice escape from under the arms covering his face, "You gonna wear a bra?" With those words I knew he really wanted it. "Hmmm," I teased, "I don't know." A droplet of precum leaked onto the tip of his cock and I rubbed it around with my thumb. "Do you want me to wear a bra, Freddy?" Freddy's eyes were still closed and his face hidden behind his arms. Slowly he shook his head from side to side to say no. In my softest and sexiest voice, I took the conversation to the next level. "You want them to see my nipples, don't you Freddy?" He slowly nodded his head up and down. I was quiet for a few moments, stroking his cock and studying his face. "Do you want me to wear those little thong underwear you bought me, too. Do you want your friends to see my ass when I bend over, Freddy? Is that what you want?" He was breathing heavily now. He nodded. I loved the effect I was having on him. "Oh, Freddy," I teased, "you're a bad boy. You want your wife to be a little tease for your friends, don't you?" Freddy let out a little snort and I continued in a whisper, "do you want your poker buddies to see the outline of my pussy when I bend over, Freddy? Do you want me to wear my thong underwear so they can see my ass and my pussy when I bend over? And see my nipples through my slutty little shirt? Is that what you want?"   "God, I love you," he sighed. I rubbed him slowly, in complete control of the situation. "What else do you want, Freddy? Do you want to bet my clothes, so I can lose my top and my skirt and my underwear? Is that what you're planning? Do you want me to parade around naked for you and your friends, in just my high heels? Is that want you want?" He moaned. "You want me to walk around topless? . . . With no underwear? . . . Do you want your buddies to see my pussy and my tits while I serve them beer and pretzels? Do you want your friends to see my tits and my pussy, Freddy?" He nodded and mumbled something that sounded like "yes" and I continued to stroke his cock. I couldn't believe I was saying these things - I had never spoken this way before. I had always been straightlaced and reserved and never talked dirty or even fantasized about it. But I couldn't deny that I was turned on. As for Freddy, he was on the verge of orgasm. I slowed down even more to hold him off, keeping him right on the edge. "What else do you want? Tell me, Freddy, what else do you want." "Mmmm," was all he said. God, his throbbing cock looked good. I had an incredible urge to lean forward and suck him into my mouth, but I didn't. Back then I didn't even like oral sex and rarely went down on Freddy. "Do you want your friends to touch me, Freddy. Is that what you want?" He nodded ever so slightly and his cock felt like it was about to burst. I stopped stroking and held the head of his cock in a tight circle in my fingers. "You want them to touch me, don't you, Freddy? Do you want your naked wife to sit on the winner's lap and let him feel my tits? Do you want that?" He moaned again. I squirmed, fighting the urge to rub my pussy. "Do you want me to grind my naked pussy on the bulges in their pants, Freddy? You know they'll have bulges in their pants, don't you? They're going to have big hard-ons in their pants from looking at your naked wife, Freddy, from looking at my tits and my pussy. Do you want me to sit on their laps and lean back against them while they play with my nipples? Do you want me grinding my pussy against your buddies while you watch, Freddy? You do, don't you?" Freddy wasn't saying anything, just biting his lip. I whispered even lower. "Do you want me to spread my legs for them and let them play with my pussy? Do you want them to slide their fingers into my wet pussy and play with my clit and make me come while I'm sitting in their lap, right in front of you? Is that what you want?" "Oooooooohhhhhhh," he groaned. "Do you want me to kiss them, Freddy? Do you want me to sit on their laps and put my tongue in their mouths while they play with my pussy, Freddy? Do you want to watch while I make out with your friends and they finger fuck me?" He was lying back with his eyes closed, hyperventilating and trying to thrust his hips into my hands. I squeezed my thighs together, sending little waves of orgasm through me. "Do you want to bet me? Is that what you want? Do you want to exchange me for a pile of chips so your friends can take me and do what they want with me right in our own living room? You want that, don't you Freddy?" I was gripping his cock tight so he couldn't come. "Do you want to lose me on a hand of poker and watch the winner push me down on my knees? Do you want to watch him take his big, hard cock out of his pants and rub it all over my face? Is that what you want Freddy? Do you want to watch me suck your friends' cocks?" He opened his eyes and was looking at me now in ecstasy and disbelief. I licked my lips for him, acting like a total slut. (After all, this was a fantasy, wasn't it?) "Do you want them to come in my mouth, Freddy? Do you want me to suck off your friends until they come in my mouth?" He was going crazy, breathing heavy and thrusting his raging hard-on into my hand. I loosened my grip and he immediately shot off, sending giant streams of come shooting across his chest and belly. His orgasm seemed to go on forever as I milked the last drops from his shaft. Freddy had a sticky pool of semen from his belly button to his nipples and he lay back on the bed with his arm over his eyes, groaning. My pussy was on fire and I was hoping that Freddy would get hard again and take care of me. Unfortunately, he stayed on his back with his eyes closed and his hands over his face. I got the feeling he was embarrassed and didn't want to look at me. Eventually I got up off the bed and threw him a washcloth to clean the come off his belly. Frustrated, I pulled on some sweats and headed downstairs. Freddy came down a little later and casually asked what I was making for dinner, as if nothing wild had just gone down in our bedroom. I was feeling too weird about it to bring it up myself, so we ended up pretending it never happened. Freddy never again brought up the idea of me with other men, or even my wearing sexy clothes in public. Shortly after that episode, two of Freddy's poker buddies moved and the game eventually ended. I continued to go to move up the ladder at my corporate job, wearing my conservative business suits, going to local charity events and building my career. Freddy stopped playing poker and our fantasy faded away like a dream, never spoken of again. Employee of the Year Three years later Freddy surprised me with the news that he won a long weekend in Las Vegas as Employee of the Year for his company. Everything was first class, from our plane tickets to the high-roller suite at one of the nicest hotels on the Strip. Before the trip, Freddy mentioned that "maybe it would be fun" if I bought some sexy clothes with me. I shot him a quizzical look but he looked away and immediately changed the subject. It was like he was afraid that I would bring up the fantasy again, and it was clear he didn't want to talk about it. I knew it still turned him on though, because every now and then I would find Freddy's porno magazines and they would open right to the page with stories about slut wives. I was 31 by now and still in top shape from going to the health club five days a week. I still turned heads with my flat stomach, 34-C breasts, toned legs and long brown hair. I've been told that I have cat-like eyes and full lips that turn men on. Our sex life was pretty routine, though, with missionary-style sex once or twice a week. Sometimes Freddy went down on me -- I didn't really like it but I let him do it, sometimes. He had pretty much given up on trying to get me to give him head. I guess I might have done it once or twice in the past few years on special occasions, but I wasn't really into it. Things were getting a little dull, but for the most part we were happy enough. Both of us had gotten steady promotions and were well thought of at our companies and in the community, and we were planning on starting a family soon. I didn't have any specific thoughts in mind, and I'm not sure what made me do it, but I made a special shopping trip before we left for Vegas. I got some very sexy, lacy and frilly thong underwear, a few short skirts, stiletto heels, and some sexy tops. I also packed my old belly shirt - the sheer white one with the three buttons on the front - that had sat untouched in my drawer for the last three years. I packed my sexy things in the bottom of my suitcase and figured they would stay there hidden throughout the week, but it was exciting just to know they were there. Freddy complained about how much stuff I was taking, but what husband doesn't? As far as he was concerned, my bag was filled with knee-length skirts and sensible shoes. Getting Started We arrived in Las Vegas early Friday afternoon and everything was perfect. Our suite was magnificent, with a huge living room overlooking the Strip, a hot tub, and huge bed. The bed was big and round, not queen-size or king-size but more like pharaoh-sized. There was a remote control that made the bed rotate in either direction or vibrate or rock like a boat. It was unbelievable! Freddy was eager to hit the casino, so once we finished exploring our room he headed for the poker tables while I stayed to unpack. We each had our own walk-in closet complete with a dressing table and floor-to-ceiling mirrors. I unpacked my bag layer by layer, hanging my dresses and arranging my socks like I did on my business trips. But after I got through putting away my everyday clothes I got to the bottom of my suitcase where my sexy things were. I unpacked my miniskirts and carefully hung them on hangers behind my other clothes. I folded my sheer blouses and belly shirts and put them in a bottom drawer. I put my sexy underwear way in the back with my other panties and bras. Just touching those clothes was getting me turned on. I figured maybe I would wear them for Freddy in our suite if we decided to get a little crazy. After unpacking I put on some jazz, got a glass of white wine from the fridge in our bar, and fired up the jets in the hot tub. The tub was on a raised platform behind a tall window with a view all the way to the mountains. I stripped down and slid naked into the foamy water with my glass of wine in hand. I lay back and listened to the music as the jets pulsed over my body. It was glorious, luxuriating in a hot tub on the top floor of the most expensive hotel in town with no obligations to anyone. No one to impress, no boss to satisfy, no respectable image to uphold. I felt like a different person - the Queen of Las Vegas. I thought about the sexy clothes hanging in the closet and the fantasy Freddy and I talked about three years ago. I began to get horny - a feeling I hadn't had in years. I remembered talking dirty to Freddy about exposing myself and letting other men put their fingers in my pussy and sucking their cocks. I felt a tingling between my legs and I trailed one of my fingers along my thigh until it reached the edge of my mound. I circled around my pubic area with both hands and fantasized about wearing my sexy clothes down in the casino for everyone to see. While I pictured myself wearing high heels and a mini skirt my fingers wandered to the lips of my pussy. I slid my fingertips along the lips and rubbed light circles around my clit. I found some massage oil by the side of the tub and squirted it across my chest. I rubbed the oil into my soft breasts, paying special attention to my nipples which were now stiff at attention, poking up through the bubbles on the surface of the tub. I rubbed my nipples with my left hand and reached down with my right to massage my clit, keeping up a steady rhythm with both hands. I was feeling delicious, listening to the soft music, looking out across the bright sunshine of the desert, the water jets pulsating over me while I rubbed myself. I reached down further with my right hand and slowly slid a finger into my pussy while stroking my clit with my other hand. I kept this up, sliding one and then two fingers into myself while rubbing my clit. I had never given myself an orgasm from masturbating before, but as I worked on my pussy with both hands and focused my mind on the closet full of sexy clothes across the room tiny little jolts of electricity tingled through me. I thought about finding a sexy guy in the casino, dropping my chips in front of him, and bending down in my miniskirt to give him a view of my ass. I thought about wearing one of my sheer tops with no bra, giving everyone a clear view of my nipples. I thought about sitting at the bar and letting strangers feel my legs and play with my pussy. I kept rubbing my clit as I fantasized in the tub, and an image appeared in my mind of me in a miniskirt and high heels, kneeling topless on the floor in front of a stranger in a suit. He reclined in a chair with his cock in my mouth and his hands pumping my head up and down on his wet shaft. I thought about his orgasm flooding into my mouth and over my tongue and I rubbed my clit faster and faster until a shuddering orgasm crashed through my body. Spasms shot through me and I rocked back and forth in the hot tub, splashing foam onto the tiled floor. I kept rubbing, softly, as my orgasm subsided. I lay back in the tub for a long time, enjoying the wonderful feeling of the water on my skin. A Change in Style I stood nude before the mirror in my walk-in closet, studying my body. The working out had paid off, no doubt about it. Still looking good at 31 with firm, uplifted breasts, curvy hips and long, lean legs. I put on a bra, pulled a yellow sundress off a hanger, and slipped on a pair of sandals. I took another sip of wine, spun around and looked at my butt. The baggy dress hid my curves and the flat shoes didn't really do anything for my legs. I took another sip of wine and examined myself some more. Should I? I dropped the sundress to the floor kicked off my sandals. I looked at my body again in the mirror and took another sip of wine. I pulled on a pair of black thong panties from the back of my drawer and wrapped a white miniskirt around my waist, zipping it up the side. I put on a sheer, white lacy bra and from the bottom drawer I pulled out a pink sleeveless knit top cut in a low V in the front, allowing lots of cleavage to show. I stood in front of the mirror, studying myself from all angles. Almost as good as those little 19 year old sluts in Freddy's magazines. I reached up for the high heels and slipped them on, impressed by the whole package. Could I wear this out in public? I went out to the balcony to see what it felt like to wear such a skimpy outfit in fresh air. I could feel myself getting turned on again, like I was in the hot tub, like I was three years ago in our bedroom. I dared myself to wander down the hall. I took another sip of wine, grabbed my keycard and opened the door a crack. There was no one in the hallway. I stepped out into the hall and let the door click shut. Oh, my God! I'm out in public in a miniskirt and heels. If only the people in my office could have seen me, they wouldn't have believed it! My face was flush and I could feel the heat between my legs. I wobbled toward the elevator, shaky in my high heels. I decided I would just walk to the elevator and then go back to my room to change back into the sundress. As I reached the elevator, the bell rung and the doors began to slide apart. I froze. A good-looking middle-aged man in expensive slacks and a silk shirt with salt-and-pepper hair stepped out of the elevator and paused in front of me. His eyes roamed over me and I could tell liked what he saw. His gaze sent chills down my spine. He stood holding the door for me, waiting for me to step inside. "Ma'am," he said, gesturing with his hand. He was such a gentleman! I felt so sexy standing in front of him in my revealing outfit. I wasn't quite ready to go downstairs, though. Not in this outfit. "Umm . . . no thanks, I'm going up." He looked at me, still holding the door. "Ah . . . we're on the top floor, miss." Oh, no! You idiot! Think of something, quick! "I mean . . . I forgot my purse . . . I've got to go back to my room." I turned and hurried back down the hall. I could feel him walking right behind me, checking out the sway of my ass in my miniskirt. I felt so stupid! "Beautiful place, isn't it?" he asked as I stopped at my door, fumbling with my card key. He was tall and had an excellent view down my low-cut top. "By the way, I'm Ted," he said, extending his hand. "Carolyn," I said, taking his hand. "Thanks for not laughing at me. I'm not used to staying in the penthouse!" "Oh, never mind," he said with a smile, "anyway, I can tell you belong up here. Are you going down to the casino after you get your purse?" I hadn't made up my mind, but I knew I couldn't turn back now. "Umm, yes. Yes I think I am," I replied as I stepped into my suite. "Me too," he said. "Maybe I'll see you there." "Maybe. Nice to meet you." I closed the door and took a deep breath. My heart was pounding and my legs were wobbly. My pussy was tingling and my nipples were rock hard, poking through the bra and the thin top.   I drained my glass, grabbed my purse, and stood at the door, ready to go back out. I looked at my reflection in the mirror by the door. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was the excitement of my encounter with Ted. Anyway, I'm not sure what made me do it but I reached into my shirt, unhooked my bra, pulled the straps over my arms, and pulled it up through the neck. I looked at myself again, and it looked like I was practically topless. My breasts were tightly encased in the thin, pink fabric, swaying freely with my hard nipples poking through for everyone to see. I grabbed my purse, turned the handle and stepped out into the hall. As I walked toward the elevator I heard a door open and close from down the hall. It was Ted again. I knew he had been waiting for me to come back out, but I didn't mind. I smiled and gave him a little wave over my shoulder as I continued down the hall, my heart pounding a mile a minute. Ted pulled up next to me as I pressed the button for the elevator. His eyes immediately found my braless tits. I was blushing and smiling at him as he raised his eyes to mine. "Hi again," I said. "Well hello," he replied with a big smile. His eyes kept wandering down my chest then back to my face. "Heading for the casino?" I nodded. "I'm going to find my husband." The elevator door opened and we stepped in. Ted pressed the button for the casino. "Well, I'm sure he's doing well down there," he said as his eyes roamed over my body. "I can tell he's a lucky man." "Thanks," I giggled as the doors opened. "Maybe I'll see you later - you never know how your luck might go in this town!" Ted smiled and watched me walk away. Hi Honey! In the casino I could feel every male eye on the floor following me. My braless tits were like magnets for the poor creatures. I was used to having guys check me out, but never like this. It felt so naughty being such an exhibitionist. I wandered around until I spotted Freddy at a poker table with a group of guys who seemed to be having a good time. I stood behind a slot machine, spying on them. They were laughing and joking while tossing their chips and cards around the table, not nearly as serious as the somber people at the other tables. As I approached the table the action stopped. Freddy's jaw dropped. The other men were ogling me out and exchanging glances with each other, but Freddy just sat there dumbfounded. One of the men pulled back a chair and invited me to join the game, but I just stepped behind Freddy's chair and put my hands on his shoulders. My nipples were poking through my little pink top for all of them to see, and they were digging it. "Hi guys! Is Freddy taking all your money?" When it dawned on them that I was Freddy's wife they looked at him almost with what seemed to be a mixture of awe and admiration. "You dog, you!" one of them shouted at him. "Why didn't you tell us you were hiding a fox upstairs?" "Freddy, you rascal." One of the men whistled. The game had completely stopped, even the dealer was staring at me. Freddy turned to look at me. "I ... I . . you . . . you," was all he could say. Eventually he collected himself and introduced me to the guys. Bob and Andy were about Freddy's age, early 30s or so, and good-looking. Bob had a blonde buzz cut and was clean shaven with broad shoulders. Andy had long brown hair tied back in a pony tail, a short-cropped goatee and a gold hoop in his left ear. Both of the guys were in good shape and had nice smiles. T.J. was only 24 and really cute. He was thin and muscular, like a bicycle racer, with light-brown curly hair under a faded baseball cap. They were really friendly, smiling at me and standing to shake my hand as Freddy introduced me. I stood behind Freddy, squeezing his shoulder as I reached out to take each guys' hand. "You boys have fun now," I said. "I'm going to go play some roulette and then head back upstairs for a little relaxation. See you later honey," I said to Freddy, then leaned down to give him a kiss. The fellows hooted as I sauntered away. The roulette table was positioned right across the pit from the poker tables, so Freddy and the boys had a clear view of me. I sat at the end of the table by the wheel, bought $100 worth of chips, and made sure I bet on the high numbers at the far end of the table so I would have to stretch and lean over as much as possible. I played for about half an hour, giving the boys a show, then I cashed in and returned to the poker table. Once again, the guys stopped playing when I showed up, making comments and jokes about Freddy's "luck." I laughed and told Freddy that I was going up to our room to relax, and hoped that he could break away from his game and come with me. The guys went crazy as Freddy gathered his chips. "See ya later, Freddy!" Andy called. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" yelled T.J. "Have one for me, Fredd-O," called Bob. The Penthouse - Part I Freddy wore a big smile as we rode the elevator to the Penthouse. When the last people got off at the 12th floor and we were alone. "Well, do you like?" I asked, doing a little twirl for him. Freddy just kept smiling that same smile and shaking his head. When we got into the room and closed the door, Freddy stopped and looked at me.   "You are beautiful," he said, taking my hand and leading me toward the giant bed. Freddy laid me down on my back and kneeled beside me, kissing me deeply. As our tongues entwined he reached down to massage my breasts through the thin fabric, squeezing my tits and gently twisting my nipples with his fingers. Freddy kissed all over my neck and pushed my skimpy shirt down around my waist, exposing my breasts. He kissed his way down my chest and started licking and sucking my tits. My nipples were on fire and I held his head as he suckled my breasts. After working myself up all afternoon it felt wonderful to have Freddy's mouth and tongue on me. Freddy pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then paused to look down at me. I lay back on the bed with my breasts glistening with his saliva, wearing nothing by my miniskirt and high heels. I smiled at him and pushed my tits together, offering them to him. He went back to kissing and licking and sucking all over my breasts and playing with my nipples with his fingers. Then he worked his way lower, kissing down my flat belly to the top of my skirt. His hand found the zipper and slowly lowered it as he nibbled my belly. Freddy unwrapped the tiny skirt from my waist, leaving me in just my black lace thong panties and heels. He moved lower on the bed and starting kissing my legs, beginning at my knees and slowly nuzzling and kissing his way up my thighs. My pussy was on fire as I spread my legs for him. Freddy kissed his way up to the top of my thighs and his hand lightly rubbed around the outside of my panties. Freddy continued kissing and rubbing all around my pussy, then he grabbed the waistband of my panties with both hands and lowered them down my legs. Freddy knew that I usually didn't like him going down on me, but as he lay there between my legs, his face inches from my pussy, our eyes met and we had a moment of perfect understanding. I wanted it and he knew it. Freddy leaned forward and slowly licked the length of my slit from top to bottom and I let out a moan. "Ooooh, God, that feels good baby," I said, running my fingers through his hair. Freddy continued licking my slit and nibbling on the lips of my cunt. His finger found my clit and he lightly rubbed my button while sucking my pussy. "Yeah, baby," I purred. "That's so nice." Freddy moved up to lick and suck my clit while sliding a finger in and out of my wet snatch. I was really getting into it now and bucking my hips to meet him. Freddy sucked on my clit harder and plunged his finger into me as deep as it could go. I felt my second orgasm of the day coming on. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into my pussy. "Don't stop," I begged. Freddy took the cue and doubled his efforts, sliding two fingers into me and sucking and licking my clit with lust. I grabbed his head and arched my back as Freddy sucked on my pussy. The first wave of orgasm hit with a scream, followed by wave after wave crashing through me, making me shake and quiver all over. Freddy was holding my butt off the bed in both hands, gently nibbling me as I came back to Earth. As I relaxed he slowly lowered me back down to the bed with his mouth still glued to my pussy. Freddy reached down, undid his belt, shoved his pants to his knees and slid his cock into my hot, dripping pussy. He went balls-deep on the first thrust and then plowed his cock into me with long powerful strokes, sinking his shaft all the way inside my body then pulling back and plunging in again and again. He leaned forward to kiss me and our tongues danced together as he worked his dick in and out of my pussy. I felt completely fulfilled with Freddy's tongue in my mouth, his hard cock in my pussy, and his hands squeezing and rubbing my tits. As we kissed and ground ourselves together I wrapped my legs around Freddy, digging my high heels into his back and pulling him into me even further. I had never worn heels in bed before and it sent him over the edge. "Oooh, baby," he moaned, "I'm gonna . . ." Freddy slammed his cock into me as deep as it would go. I held him tight with my legs and arms and felt his cock well up and shoot his seed inside me. I could feel his come flying out of cock against the walls of my pussy. Freddy collapsed in a heap on top of me and I lay back against the soft sheets of our enormous bed, feeling completely satisfied and fulfilled. A New Wardrobe Dusk was looming over the desert as I awoke. Freddy dozed next to me, his arm across my belly. I lay there for a long time, thinking to myself as the rising glow of the Strip streamed into our suite. It was a Friday night on the start of the holiday weekend and you could feel the buzz in the air. Freddy rubbed his eyes, rose up on his elbow and looked at me, shaking the sleep from his head. "So," he asked, "Where'd you get the new outfit?" "C'mon," I said, "let me show you my closet." I showed Freddy my miniskirts and sexy panties and tops, and his eyes almost bulged out of his head. I giggled. "You brought all this stuff?" Freddy asked in disbelief. "You mean you don't like my old sundresses?" I asked with a laugh, holding a long, baggy sundress against my body. Freddy didn't answer. He just smiled and took the sundress from my hands, then gathered up the other sundresses and my white cotton underwear and t-shirts and sandals and marched out of my closet and into his, placed the whole lot in a drawer with a key, turned the lock and put the key in his pocket. "For the rest of the weekend," he announced, "you're gonna dress sexy." "Whatever you say, honey." I was getting turned on already. Showertime The bathroom in our suite was like a little water park, stone and chrome and glass with a large-screen TV and stereo. The shower was entirely of marble and the size of our bedroom at home. There were four shower heads and even a couch that was made of some sort of soft, waterproof fabric. Freddy turned on the stereo and cranked up all the shower heads. We rarely showered together so it was fun to play in our giant private shower room. We were laughing and giggling, splashing and chasing each other around the couch. When Freddy caught me he held me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss, pulling me against him and rubbing my back and my ass under the spray. Freddy turned me around and stood behind me, lathering up my back with soap. He pulled me against him so his cock nestled in the crack of my ass and soaped up my sides and then my front, starting at my belly button and working his way up to my breasts, taking each one in his hand and gently massaging it under the warm spray. I could feel his cock begin to grow and I looked down to see the purplish head extending out from between my to legs. Freddy continued to fondle my tits from behind and when he nibbled my ear I turned my head to the side, our lips meeting in a sexy, open-mouthed kiss, our tongues wrestling under the spray while Freddy's soapy hands roamed all over my body. Freddy worked his way down to my bush and gently started to rub my clit with the edge of the bar of soap. Freddy's fully hard cock was now poking out from between my legs, and he alternated using the soap on my clit and his own cock as we kissed. I reached down to grab Freddy's sudsy member and started slowly jacking him off, reaching down to massage his balls and rubbing the lips of my pussy against his slick member. We never had sex twice in one day at home, but I guess the water and the soap and our surroundings were too much for us. Still holding me from behind, Freddy sat back on the couch with me on his lap facing away from him. He lifted me up slightly and I took the hint, raising up, spreading my legs and aiming Freddy's hard shaft right into my soapy, wet snatch. I lowered myself down to impale myself on Freddy's soapy cock while his hands played with my tits. I rose up and down under the warm spray, riding Freddy's rigid pole like a Nevada cowgirl. "Oh, Freddy," I moaned, "this is nice." I had my feet on the floor and my hands on the couch, lifting my hips up and down to the beat of the music. Freddy's cock was standing straight up, and it was a thrill to control the speed and depth of his rod penetrating into my body. I closed my eyes and danced, swaying my hips over Freddy's hard cock, grooving to the rhythm of my pussy enveloping his tool, rising up and sinking down to envelop it again. Just as I was really getting into the pace of our lovemaking, Freddy rolled me over onto my back and slid his cock into my pussy in the missionary position, totally breaking the lusty spell I was under. Freddy was slamming his cock into me and grunted, and after a few strokes he came in a few weak spurts and slumped down on top of me. Damn, I thought, this was not what I had in mind. I sighed. Oh well, I guess we both came twice if you count my solo session that afternoon. "Wow, baby," Freddy exclaimed, "that was great." I smiled and patted him on the back. I knew he was finished for the night from a sexual standpoint, but I figured there was always the hot tub and my finger later. Taken for Granted "C'mon," I said, "up, up! Time for dinner." I dressed in a black skirt and thin yellow tank top that stopped above my belly button. The tank top was really thin, so I figured I better wear a bra this time. My nipples still poked out anyway - they seemed to have been in a constant state of arousal since I ventured out into the hall earlier that day. Freddy smiled at my appearance, but he was pretty much worn out from coming twice already. We ate at a nice restaurant in the hotel and had a few drinks, really enjoying our vacation together. I was starting to get used to the stares and glances from all the men (and some of the women, too!) After dinner we wandered around the casino holding hands, playing video poker and the slot machines together. At about ten we ended up at the poker table Freddy was playing at earlier, and the same three guys were there. "Hey, Freddy!" Andy called as he pulled out a chair, "C'mon and play a couple of hands!" "I think Freddy has better things to play with," said Bob. The guys laughed. "You're looking fine tonight, Carolyn," said T.J., an athletic-looking 20-something with a blonde curly mop of hair under a faded Dodgers cap "Are you gonna let Freddy play with us, or are you keeping him all to yourself tonight?" Freddy looked at me and I knew he wanted to play. "Go ahead, honey," I said magnanimously. "I'll go play the slots for a little while and then head up to the room." "Carolyn, you're a saint," said T.J. "Carolyn, baby, if they clone you I'm getting the first copy, OK?" said Bob, tossing his chips on the pile. "I love you baby," Freddy said, pecking me on the cheek. "I'll be up soon," he said, but I knew he'd probably play all night. He took his seat at the table, "Deal me in, boys!" he roared. The boys laughed and patted him on the back as the dealer shuffled a new deck. Taken for granted, I thought as I wandered off. I played the slots for a while by myself. The men were staring at my tits in my little yellow shirt and my long legs, but I pretended not to notice. An older guy was staring at my ass while his wife fed quarters into a slot machine, and just for fun I dropped some change right in front of him. When I bent over he had a clear view of my bare ass in my tiny thong panties, and I thought he was going to have a heart attack right there. Poor guy! I smiled at him and headed around the corner. I was pulling the lever on a dollar machine when I felt a light touch on my bare shoulder. "Having any luck, Carolyn?" I turned to see Ted from the elevator standing next to me. His eyes quickly roamed over my body and we smiled at each other. "You look lovely tonight. Are the slots treating you well?" "Thanks, not bad," I said with a smile. "How's your luck going?" "It just took a turn for the better, I think. Where's your husband?" "Poker pit." Ted shook his head in disbelief. "Silly man," he said. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Don't you gamble?" "Yes, of course I gamble. What I mean is that if I had a woman like you in this town for a weekend, you'd never leave my side." His looked directly at my breasts and then down my legs, again shaking his head. "No, you certainly wouldn't find me in the poker pit. Can I buy you a drink?" Without waiting for an answer he took my hand and headed toward the bar on the edge of the casino. I followed reluctantly, but I was interested in having some company. When we got to the bar the host swarmed all over Ted. "Hello, Mr. Ted! Would you like a table? Maybe in the back, no? Please, follow me. Right this way." He led us past the dance floor and bandstand to a circular booth in the back corner. It was a little more secluded than I wanted, but I figured it was good because Freddy wasn't likely to spot us together -- not that I was planning on anything happening, of course. Ted turned out to be charming and a lot of fun to listen to. He was a self-made businessman and high roller who came to Vegas once a month or so. He told me stories about business and gambling and travels around the world, and kept buying me drink after drink. I was having a great time. I loved getting attention from a rich, handsome man in such a romantic setting. The lights were low, he wasn't paying attention to anything else in the world except for me, and the band was playing slow, sexy songs. After two or three drinks Ted moved closer to me. "You know, Carolyn, you really are a beautify woman." "Thanks Ted," I said, blushing, "you're pretty handsome yourself." "Thank you. That means a lot coming from you, it really does." He looked at me and took my hand. Would you dance with me?" I really wanted to dance with Ted but I knew it would be going too far. I was worried about Freddy. "Ted, I would love to, I really would. But I better get back to my husband. He's probably looking for me." Ted nodded and sat back with a discouraged look. "Of course. I understand." Ted paused for a moment, looking at me. "I'll tell you what," he offered, "why don't you go check on him at the poker pit? I'll be right here, whatever you decide to do, OK?" I nodded apologetically as I slid from the booth, trying to signal Ted that I wasn't likely to come back. "OK," I said, "thanks for the drinks." Doing the Right Thing I had mixed feelings as I approached the poker pit. Ted was sexy and charming and all, but deep down I knew it would be wrong to dance with him without Freddy knowing. It really wasn't worth betraying Freddy just for a dance. At the poker pit I found Freddy in front of tall stacks of chips. The guys at the table were drinking and having a great time. Freddy was definitely buzzed. "Carrie, baby!" Freddy shouted when he saw me, "I'm cleaning up!" "This is the luckiest bastard on the planet," complained T.J. to no one in particular. "He's got the babe, he's got the chips . . . " "Your hubby just cleaned out a tourist from LA," Bob explained to me. "Carolyn," added Andy, "Freddy's not going anywhere until we win some of this money from him, so why don't you sit down for a while and keep us company?" "Yeah, join the fun," Bob said as the dealer dealt the cards. "Cigar?" "Um, no thanks," I replied. "Maybe later." I liked these guys, but I needed to talk to Freddy. I whispered to him, "can I talk to you?" Freddy looked back at me with an oh-no-what-does-she-want-now kind of look. "What?" he asked nervously. "Well . . . um . . . nothing really. I thought it might be fun if we could spend some time together. You know, it's our vacation." Freddy rolled his eyes and looked at his watch. "Carrie, baby, I'm on a roll," he pleaded, "don't mess it up for me now. Let me play a few more hands then I'll come up and meet you. OK?" I looked into Freddy's eyes, hoping to reach him, but he was focused on his cards. I had heard this rap from Freddy a million times, and I knew that he would never just "play a few hands." He'd play all night. Well, fine. If he wanted to play, he could play, but I was going to play, too. I stood up and made sure all the guys could hear me so Freddy would have no excuse to leave later. "Freddy, baby, you're right. This is your vacation and I want you to have fun. I'm going to play the slots for a little bit then head upstairs, but you have a good time with your new friends. I don't expect to see you back until dawn, you hear?" The guys cheered. "Do you have any sisters?" T.J. asked. "Please!" "Forget sisters!" Bob exclaimed. "Carolyn, you ever divorce this guy, I'll marry you! In fact, we can do it tonight, whaddya say?" The guys roared with laughter. "All right, all right," Freddy said to Bob, "your bet." Never taking his eye off the table, he squeezed my ass and whispered, "I'll be up soon. Really." I headed back to the bar. Crossing the Line Ted was still there, sitting alone with a glass of bourbon. His expression lit up when he saw me, his eyes trailing me across the dance floor as I approached. He seemed anxious, as if he expected the bad news that I was heading upstairs with Freddy. I looked at him solemnly, as if I had changed my mind, then offered him my hand. "Care to dance?" I asked coyly. "Love to," he said, taking my hand with a big smile. We danced slowly. Ted held me close and I put my head on his shoulders. We danced together without saying anything, just holding each other, then I felt Ted's hands slowly roaming all over my back. It felt so good! I looked up at him and our eyes met. Ted leaned down and brought his lips to mine for a very soft, light kiss on the lips. It was barely a touch, but it was so erotic. Our eyes locked together with electricity in our gaze. Ted gave me another kiss, soft yet firm, and longer than the first one. My whole body tingled and if he hadn't been holding me up I would have fallen. Ted brought his lips to mine again, our kiss lingering for a few beats as we danced. He looked at me intently, then once again brought his lips to mine and kissed me full on the mouth, his lips moving, our noses nuzzling. I kissed him back and our lips parted, our tongues darting back and forth in each others mouths as we rocked slowly in our dark corner of the dance floor. Ted kept rubbing my back as our tongues twirled against each other, tasting and exploring each other for the first time. I felt the cool air on my legs and flowing under my skirt and I got chills down my spine. Ted whispered in my ear. "Carolyn, you are so sexy." "Mmmm," I replied, nestling my cheek against his neck. We continued dancing, holding each other close and moving to the music, pausing every now and then for long, slow, wet, erotic kisses. After a while Ted whispered to me again. "Will you go to the bathroom and take off your bra for me?" I stopped and looked at him with surprise. He took me back into his arms and continued whispering in my ear. "You looked so sexy this afternoon," he cajoled. "Your breasts are beautiful. I want to see you without a bra again." He leaned forward to kiss me again and our lips came together, our tongues engaging in an erotic dance. His hands came up to my chest and he felt me up as we swayed to the music, squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. I loved the feeling of his hands on my breasts and I wanted to be naked, feeling his strong touch against my bare skin, his fingers on my nipples. He danced me over to the corner by the ladies' room, broke our kiss, and stepped back. He gestured toward the ladies' room, "Please. I'll be right here." I knew I shouldn't go braless in my thin top, but I had to go to the bathroom anyway after all the drinks. Once inside I looked at myself in the mirror and figured I would see what I looked like in the yellow tank top without my bra, just for the fun of it. I took it off and studied myself in the mirror. The top was basically transparent; you could see my tits and my nipples as if was wearing a wet T-shirt. The thought of wearing it back outside in front of Ted made me quiver with excitement. When I stepped out of the bathroom Ted's eyes were locked on my tits. He actually licked his lips. My breasts jiggled as I walked toward him, and I was incredibly turned on. I felt like ripping off all my clothes and jumping him right there. He took me in his arms and we danced some more, our bodies grinding together. He danced me into a dark corner by our table and his hands slowly worked over my breasts as we kissed. My back was to the wall and his body was between me and the rest of the bar, so no one could see what Ted was doing. He squeezed and fondled my tits and rolled my nipples between his fingers while I held him tight and sucked on his tongue. I was in heaven. We danced slowly in one spot while making out, swaying back and forth without moving our feet. Ted's hands traveled around to my back, slowly working down toward my ass. He grabbed my buns with both hands and I intensified my kiss, sucking him harder with my tongue to let him know I approved. His hands snuck under my skirt and he massaged my naked ass cheeks while I swayed my hips in time to the music and ground my pelvis against him. I could feel his rigid hard-on pressing against my belly, and I couldn't wait to get my hands on it. While squeezing my ass under my miniskirt Ted slipped a hand into the crotch of my thong. His fingers found my moist pussy and he rubbed along my slit, right there in public in the bar. "Oooh," I moaned against his open mouth as our tongues flicked at each other. I stood up higher on my heels and widened my stance to give him better access to my pussy. He took the hint and reached down to slide his long middle finger inside me, swirling it around as it penetrated into my warm tunnel. I swayed my hips in time to the music, just like I had with Freddy in the shower earlier, only this time I was with Ted, sucking his tongue and squirming as he fingered my pussy. I rocked back against his finger and then forward to grind my bare belly against the bulge in his slacks, building up an adulterous rhythm, riding his finger and dry-humping his cock right there on the dance floor. I took a quick look over Ted's shoulder to make sure we weren't being overly exhibitionistic, but the coast was clear. Ted's body was blocking the view for the most part, and it seemed that the host was keeping our corner of the bar secluded as favor to Ted. I guess that was one of the benefits of being a high-roller. Ted was fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit now, and I couldn't wait any longer. I broke our kiss and leaned back, trailing my hands from Ted's shoulders, down his chest, and across his flat stomach until they came to his belt. As I slowly pulled the leather back through the buckle Ted looked at me with mild alarm, then looked back over his shoulder to see whether anyone was watching. Apparently he was satisfied, because he relaxed and continued to finger my pussy while I undid his belt. We kept swaying together, both of us trying to keep up the appearance that we were still dancing. I loosened the buckle, then undid the top button on his pants and started to pull his zipper down. "Wait a second," Ted said. He grabbed my hands and led me back to our table, sliding all the way to the back of the circular booth. I slid in next to him. "This is a little more comfortable and private," he said, putting his arm around me and his lips to mine. We went back to heavy French kissing and his fingers again found their way to my pussy. He pushed my underwear down to my knees and then used his foot to push them the rest of the way down to my ankles. I did the rest, kicking them onto the floor. "That's good," Ted whispered, "now spread your legs for me." I did as he asked and spread my legs wide, completely exposing my naked pussy to him. Ted pushed my skirt up to my waist and really went to work on my pussy now, fingering my hole and rubbing my clit with the palm of his hand. I was in ecstasy, lying back against the soft cushions of the booth while Ted played with my cunt and rubbed my tits. Ted wasn't done yet, though. He took a look around and then slid down off the seat to get under the table between my legs. The table had a floor-length tablecloth, and Ted was completely hidden. He raised the table cloth over my lap, making a tent over his head. I was sort of in shock, sitting by myself in this dark booth half naked, but I forgot about everything when I felt Ted's soft tongue on my pussy. He licked along the lips while slowly tracing circles around my clit with his fingertip. Then he started sucking on my clit while sliding a finger into my pussy. Ted had big, thick fingers. I rocked my hips on the seat, thrusting against Ted's fat finger plunging in and out of my pussy. He kept his mouth clamped on my clit, swirling his tongue around my love button while sliding a second finger into me. He finger-fucked me and sucked my clit right there in the bar until finally he sent me over the edge and I convulsed in my third orgasm of the day. thrashing against the dark red leather of the booth while Ted licked all over my wet snatch. I wondered what people would think about seeing a woman sitting alone in a see-through tank top having an orgasm in a dark booth in a bar, but at that moment I didn't care. All I thought about was Ted's fingers in my cunt and his mouth on my clit. God, I thought, why in the world didn't I like oral sex before today? I shook back and forth and held Ted's head as he eased off, lightly rubbing my thighs and gently nibbling my clit. "Oooooh," I purred quietly, "that was fantastic. Ted poked his head out from underneath the tablecloth. "All clear?" he asked. I looked around. "Roger," I panted. Ted pulled himself back onto the seat, wrapped his arm around me and gave me a deep kiss. I returned his kiss ravenously, holding his head in my hands and devouring him with my tongue, tasting my juices on him. I wanted to eat him alive. "Roger?" Ted asked teasingly, "who's Roger? I'm Ted, remember!?" "Oh, that's right - Ted!" I said sarcastically, "Ted!" I gave him a playful smack and kissed him again, then reached for his zipper and lowered it down. I reached into his pants, finding his cock long, hard, and hot to the touch. I looked Ted in the eye as I stroked his cock. I hadn't given Freddy head in years, but all I could think of at that moment was getting Ted's cock in my mouth. "Now, let me get this straight," I said with mock innocence, "you're Ted, and this --" I gestured to the hard cock in my hands, "-- this is you're friend, Dick. Right?" Ted smiled and nodded as I stroked him. "Well, I think I better get to know Dick a little better," I said, and with that I slid off the seat and disappeared under the tablecloth just as Ted had before. Kneeling between Ted's legs, I raised the cloth over his lap to give myself privacy and grasped the waistband of his slacks. I pulled down and he raised his butt to let me slide his pants off. I surprised him by pulling his pants all the way to his ankles - I guess he didn't want to be completely bare-assed under the table - and he struggled but I managed to get them completely off without trouble. He was in no position to put up a fight. Ted's hard-on was straining against his briefs and looked beautiful. I rubbed my fingertips along his inner thighs as I approached my prize, then I leaned forward and lightly rubbed my cheeks against the bulge in his briefs. After rubbing my face all over him I kissed along the length of his cotton-clad dick and playfully bit around the head. Finally I pulled his underpants down and revealed his throbbing member. It was a good two inches longer than Freddy's and much thicker around, with pulsing veins and a big, bulbous head. I felt a hunger in my stomach just looking at it. I held the shaft in both hands and ran my tongue all around the head. I was mesmerized by Ted's cock. I slowly worked my way down, licking and kissing down the shaft to the base. I rested my head on his thigh and nuzzled my nose in his pubic hair, drinking in his manly scent while I stroked his cock and balls. I nibbled my way lower and licked and sucked his furry scrotum into my mouth. I loved the taste and feel of his nuts as I rolled them around with my tongue inside my mouth. While I sucked his balls my hands went back to his cock, circling it with my fingers and stroking the length. I couldn't believe that I was under a table in a Las Vegas bar, wearing high heels and no underwear, sucking on a stranger's cock and licking his balls. After getting Ted's sac nice and wet I licked my way back up to the base of his cock and placed a trail of wet kisses up to the head. I placed the tip of his cock against my lips and opened my mouth, taking him in slowly. I wasn't used to having a hard cock between my lips, but I slid my head down on his shaft, taking in more and more until I had about four inches in my mouth. I worked my tongue around the head and rolled his balls in my hands, but I wanted more. I started a bobbing motion with my head, sliding my lips back up to the tip and then down again, getting as much of his cock in my mouth as possible. I kept up a steady motion, raising my mouth up and down on his stiff pole, keeping my lips wrapped tight while my tongue tickled the underside. Every few strokes I would take the head in my mouth, circling it with my tongue while my hands stroked his shaft. After steadily sucking Ted's cock under the table for a little while I began to get used to it. Ted was gently rocking his hips, trying to thrust more of his juicy prick into my face. I could tell from his pumping that he wanted more of his cock in my mouth, and even though I was gagging a little I was determined to satisfy him. I had never deep throated a cock before, but I was going to try. I took as much of his shaft into my mouth as I could, and when I felt the big head at the back of my throat I stopped for a moment and relaxed, getting used to the feeling of having my mouth totally stuffed with Ted's cock. Breathing through my nose, I tried to relax my throat muscles, then slowly pushed my head down while trying to swallow at the same time. I felt the head of Ted's tool ease into my throat and I kept breathing steady and trying to relax. I was doing it! I slid my head down a little more, totally getting off on the feeling of Ted's cock sliding into my throat, where no cock had been before. I kept going down slowly and steadily until finally my nose was firmly planted in his pubic hair. Ted squeezed my shoulder under the table, and I imagined he was having a hard time trying to be inconspicuous in our booth with his entire cock buried deep in my throat. I rested for a moment with my lips wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, gently massaging his balls in my hands. It felt wonderful to be sucking Ted off so completely. Very slowly I raised my head back up until my lips were kissing the tip of his cock, then I went down again, taking his entire length back down my throat in one steady motion. Once again I built up a bobbing motion, deep throating his cock from the tip to the base and back again. I bobbed my head up and down on his cock and used my tongue to increase his pleasure, gently massaging his balls while I swallowed his cock. Ted squeezed my shoulder again and I knew he was going to come soon. I had never let a guy come in my mouth before, but I was dying to taste Ted's sperm. I sped up my efforts, deepthroating him and sucking as hard as I could and rolling his balls in my hands. I felt the head of his cock well up and suddenly I felt hot jets of come blasting against the walls of my throat. I pulled back until the head was in my mouth and felt his warm come spraying against the inside of my mouth. It was delicious. I loved the feeling of dick pulsing in my mouth, spraying his come on my tongue and inside my cheeks. He seemed to keep coming forever. I swished his sperm around with my tongue, swirling it over the head of his cock before swallowing it down. Keeping the head of his cock in my mouth I milked his shaft and his balls with my hands, trying to squeeze out the last drops of his delicious fluid. I kept sucking on him as he went soft in my mouth, then I eventually let his shaft plop out from between my lips. I found Ted's underpants and pants and pulled them back up his legs, then placed one last wet kiss on the tip of his cock before tucking it back in and zipping him up. I crept up from under the tablecloth and was still licking the come off my lips when I nestled back into Ted's arms. We were both all sweaty and flushed and momentarily spent. "That was unbelievable," he said. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me, not at all deterred by his own come on my lips. He swirled his tongue around my mouth and I kissed him back. Sucking him off had gotten me really hot and ready for more, and I was surprised to find his member already stiffening again when I dropped my hand into his lap. "You gonna fuck me right here in the bar?" I asked as my fingers played along the front of his pants. "The idea crossed my mind," he replied with a smile. "But I have a better idea." The Elevator "I think it's time we went upstairs," Ted said. I couldn't have agreed more. He slipped the host a $100 bill on our way out and led me toward the elevators. I followed eagerly, looking forward to being alone with Ted in his room, without having to hide under a table to enjoy his cock. "Is your husband going to play cards all night?" he asked, looking at his watch. "It's almost midnight." "Probably," I answered, "but I can't stay out too late. I don't want him to find out." "Don't worry. Just show me where he is and I'll take care of everything." "What do you mean?" I asked with alarm, suddenly afraid for Freddy's safety. "No, no, nothing like that!" he said, sensing my distress. "Just show me where he is. Really, it'll be fine." Against my better judgment I pointed him out. "That's him over there. See the table with the four guys and the dealer with glasses? Freddy's wearing the Michigan State sweatshirt." We were behind the slot machines where Freddy couldn't see us. Ted pulled a cell phone from his pocket and pressed a button. "Louie? Ted here. You on the eye in the sky tonight? Yeah, good. Look, I need a favor. Can you punch up the poker pit? Yeah. Table at the end, four guys. Second from the dealer's left has a green sweatshirt. See him? Yeah, green. Look, if he moves for the elevator, I want you to call me on my cell phone immediately. What? No, no, no. Only good intentions, I promise you buddy." Ted smiled at me as he spoke. "Yeah, Louie, there's a very good reason. Yeah. Well, if you keep an eye on the elevators, you'll see why in a few minutes. Yes, I know, I owe you one. OK, OK, I owe you a big one. Thanks buddy." Ted clicked the cell phone shut and offered me his hand. "May I guide you upstairs, my dear?" he asked with a little bow. "Love to," I answered, taking his hand. "We'll know as soon as he gets up from the table -- you can count on Louie. But we better go to your room instead of mine, that way you don't have to get yourself together in a hurry. I can bolt if we get a call, OK?" I nodded as we stepped into the elevator. I really didn't like all this planning and sneaking around behind Freddy's back, but at that moment all I really cared about was getting into bed with Ted and getting more of his hard cock. After the other passengers got off the elevator Ted wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me into him. He nibbled at my neck while his hands rubbed my bare belly. I leaned back against him and reached back to run my fingers through his hair. In this position my chest pressed out against the thin top and my arms were behind my head, so Ted's hands could roam freely over my braless tits. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ted slide his key card into a slot on the elevator panel and press the STOP button. The elevator came to a halt and it was suddenly very quiet. Ted continued fondling my breasts and kissing my neck, then gently slid the straps of my tank top off my shoulders. Ted pulled the top down to my waist, exposing my tits to him for the first time. "You're beautiful, Carolyn," Ted whispered in my ear as he held my tits in his hands. He gently squeezed and rubbed them, taking extra time to play with my nipples. He pulled my body into him and I could feel his hard-on pressing into the crack of my ass. "You are so sexy," he whispered, turning me slightly to the left as he played with my chest. "You love all the men in the casino checking you out, don't you, Carolyn?" Ted asked in a soft, sexy voice as our bodies swayed together in the elevator. "You love it, don't you?" "Mmmmm," I answered. I felt so good, leaning against him with my eyes closed while he squeezed my tits and ground his hard cock into my ass. "You love the men looking at these beautiful tits and your sexy ass, don't you?" "Mmmmmm," I said again, pressing my butt back against him. Ted kept rubbing my tits and playing with my nipples. "I could tell from the first time I saw you today that you love all the men seeing your nipples and your legs." Ted kissed my neck and whispered softer, "you know they all want to fuck you, don't you?" "Mmmmm." My knees were getting weak. Ted knew me better than I knew myself. "You love them looking, don't you, Carolyn? Tell me." "Mmmmm." "Tell me," he insisted. "I do," I admitted softly, "I love it." "You know that they're looking now, don't you?" I opened my eyes and suddenly realized that I was facing the security camera in the corner of the elevator. I was surprised for a moment, but at that point I really didn't care. I was so turned on by being in the elevator half naked with Ted and by everything else that happened that day I just didn't care. In fact, looking into that camera lens, and standing there in heels and a miniskirt with Ted twisting my nipples in his fingers, I realized I was turned on. Being on camera sent chills through me. I imagined Ted's friend Louie sitting in front of his TV monitor, watching Ted fondle me. I imagined Louie pressing a button to zoom in on my hard nipples, and his cock growing in his pants, and it turned my on. "Oh, God," I moaned as Ted continued to squeeze my tits and grind into me. "Pull up your skirt, Carolyn," Ted whispered, "show your pussy to the camera." I was possessed with lust. I leaned back with my eyes closed and pulled my skirt up to my waist. My panties were somewhere back in the bar, so when I pulled up my skirt I was more or less naked, wearing only heels with my top and skirt bunched around my waist. "That's it Carolyn," Ted whispered, "show them that sweet pussy." As I held my skirt up, Ted took my other hand and brought it between my legs. He guided my fingers along my clit, rubbing in circles and then sliding my fingers along the lips of my vagina. It felt so good. He let go and I continued rubbing my clit on my own while he massaged my breasts. "That's it, Carolyn," he whispered again, "play with your pussy for them. Hold your skirt up high, make sure they can see it all." I spread my legs wider and rubbed my fingers along my slit for the camera. "Yeah, Carolyn, you love them looking, don't you? You want everyone to see your sweet pussy, don't you?" "Mmmm," was all I could say. I slid a finger into my dripping snatch and went back to my clit, using my own juices to get it nice and wet. Just to be devilish I opened my eyes to look into the camera and spread my pussy lips wide for them before sliding a finger back inside myself.   "You'd love to be down in the casino like this right now, wouldn't you, all naked with your pussy out there for everyone to see." "Oooooooh, yeah," I purred as Ted squeezed my tits and I fingered myself. "How'd you like to be lying on your back right now on Freddy's poker table, playing with your pussy in front of his buddies? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he whispered. "Oh, God . . ." I moaned as I continued rubbing my clit. The thought of playing with myself in front of Freddy's buddies was too much, and my body shuddered in yet another orgasm. I dropped the skirt and Ted had to hold me up to keep me from falling. Before my orgasm had even ended Ted had released the STOP button and the elevator was rising toward the penthouse. Just before the doors opened Ted quickly smoothed out my skirt and pulled my top up and over my tits, and then we were out in the hall hurrying toward my room. The Penthouse - Part II I pushed Ted down on the big circular bed and unbuttoned his shirt. I pulled it off and rubbed my hands over his firm, hairy chest down to his belt. He kicked off his shoes as I undid his belt and pants, pulled them down his legs and tossed them on the floor. Ted roughly pulled my tank top off and rolled me onto my back, sucking and licking my tits. "Umm, I've been dying to suck on these tits all day," he said as he came up for air between sucking on my nipples. While his mouth was busy tonguing my chest his hands unzipped my skirt and tossed it on a chair. I was now laying back on the bed in nothing but my heels, and Ted was all over me, rubbing and sucking my tits and teasing a finger along my slit. Ted was still in his underwear, but not for long. I got to my knees, rolled him onto his back and pulled his briefs off. I kneeled next to him on the bed, marveling at his beautiful cock sticking straight up at the ceiling and his balls hanging heavily between his legs. I grasped his cock in my hands and bathed it with my tongue from head to tip. After slathering it in my saliva I brought my lips to the head and opened wide, sliding my mouth down along the length of his shaft until once again it was buried in my throat. I was so proud of my new deepthroating ability, but right then I had better ideas for Ted's cock. I slid my head back up and let his rod pop out of my mouth. As Ted lay back on the bed I straddled him, holding his cock in my hands with my pussy hovering inches over the mushroom head. Slowly I lowered myself down, letting his big dick part my lips and penetrate deep into my pussy. When I was fully impaled on his shaft I rested a moment, then slowly began to rotate my hips in a circular motion. Ted reached up to squeeze my tits while I got into a nice, leisurely fucking rhythm, kneeling above him and swaying my hips with his big dick buried to the hilt inside me. "God, your pussy feels nice," he said while he massaged my breasts. "Mmmmm," I replied. I started an up and down motion, raising myself up until the head of his cock was right at the lips of my cunt and then sinking all the way down. Up and down I rocked, totally focused on his stiff dick and feeling nothing but pleasure. While I danced on his cock Ted found the remote control for the bed and started it rocking in time with my motion. I closed my eyes and focused on my wet pussy pumping up and down on his shaft and the rocking of the bed. I imagined we were on the deck of a boat in the Caribbean, the waves rocking and the hot sun beating down as we fucked. Then I imagined Freddy and his friends at the rail, looking down on me as I rode Ted's cock in broad daylight, watching my pussy slide up and down on Ted's tool and my tits bouncing in the breeze. The image put me over the edge and I ground down hard on Ted's pubic bone, bringing myself to a screaming climax. I pressed my tits into his chest and he held me tight while my orgasm trailed off. "Mmmm," I said, "that was so good." We held each other for a few minutes, his shaft still firmly planted between my thighs, then together we rolled over so I was on my back with Ted between my legs. He pushed my knees to my chest, placed the head of his cock at my pussy, and plunged deep inside me, pistoning the full length of his shaft in and out of my pussy. "God, I wanted to fuck you from the moment I saw you," he gasped. His words combined with the pounding of his cock were really turning me on. "Oh, yeah," I moaned, "I love your cock, Ted. C'mon, Ted, fuck me, fuck me harder." He speeded up, pounding his dick into me harder and harder. His face was getting red and I wanted to feel his orgasm. I reached down to grab his balls while he thrust into me. "Come for me Ted," I pleaded while I played with his balls, "come in my pussy, lover, come for me. C'mon . . ." Ted grunted and sank his shaft as deep as it would go and I felt his dick squirt inside my vagina. He kept our pelvises tightly pressed together and unleashed squirt after squirt into me. I massaged his balls until he collapsed on of me, breathing heavily. Pillow Talk Ted and I lay on the bed for a while, gently stroking each other. I was thinking that it was time for him to leave, because Freddy might come back soon and I wasn't sure how reliable Louie would be. Ted turned to look at me. "This is all new to you, isn't it?" he asked quietly as he stroked my belly. I nodded. "Let me guess," he continued, "you and Freddy have a nice house in the suburbs, new leased cars, and you both have good jobs, right? Professionals? Two kids?" I nodded resignedly. "No kids yet, but you got the rest right." I was sort of embarrassed at how "normal" we were, but I had to admit he was right. "OK," Ted continued, wrinkling his brow in concentration, "you probably fooled around some in high school and college, but since you've met Freddy you've never been with another man until now, right?" I nodded again. "OK, so far, so good. I'll bet you know that all the men at work look at you when they think you're not looking, right? And you've been hit on more than once, right? Sometimes you're a little tempted in the back of your mind, but you always put them off, don't you?" "You're pretty good," I responded. "Yep. I'd say that you and Freddy have sex maybe twice a week -- not as much as you used to -- and nothing like we did tonight, right?" I nodded. "Hmmm. So you got a weekend in Las Vegas, and somehow you decided to try out some super-sexy clothes, right? Just to see what it might be like, right?" "Uh-huh." "Of course. Did Freddy buy them for you?" "No. He didn't even know." "Really?" Ted scratched his chin. "Was he mad when he found out?" "No. Actually, I think he got an instant hard-on. It's sort of goes back to an old fantasy he had." "Really?" he asked again, bewildered. "So . . . why the hell is he down there playing poker if you're acting out his fantasy?" I laughed. "Good question. Actually, he got his rocks off twice this afternoon and that's a lot for him. I guess I wore him out." I rolled over to look at Ted and gave his cock a squeeze. "Also, I've sort of been otherwise occupied this evening, in case you haven't noticed." Ted chuckled and looked into my eyes. "Tell me more about the fantasy," he whispered. I kept my hands on Ted's soft prick, stroking it lightly. "Well, a few years ago Ted had a regular poker game with a group of guys." Ted nodded knowingly. "Ahhh, the poker game fantasy. Sexy waitress, right?" I shrugged. "I guess it's not so original, huh? Anyway, he never really asked me to do anything and nothing ever happened, but one night we started talking about me wearing sexy clothes and serving snacks for the guys, and one thing led to another and we both got really turned on." "And?" "And nothing. We never even mentioned it again after that night." "Too bad," Ted said, lightly stroking my breasts. "You only live once, you know." I nodded, holding his shaft in my soft hands. We were quiet for a few moments, lying back and stroking each other, watching the light of the Strip sparkle against the ceiling. "It's still in the back of your minds, though, isn't it?" he asked. "It conflicts too much with your upper-middle-class existence and you're both afraid to act it out. Afraid even to talk about it, aren't you." "I guess," I admitted. Ted smiled. "C'mon," he said, raising himself off the bed, "let's get in the hot tub." Hot Tub It felt good to get in the warm water after the evening's activities in the bar and the bed and the elevator. Ted put on some soft jazz and I leaned back and closed my eyes, letting the jets rinse away the sweat and saliva. After the pillow talk with Ted I felt unhinged from my usual self-assured, secure state of mind. Was this the real me - the Queen of Las Vegas? Or was I really that young, urban professional from Chicago, wearing conservative navy blue outfits and constantly checking my email? Ted's gentle hands on my shoulders brought me out of my reverie. He sat behind me in the tub, kneading my muscles with a firm hand and nimble fingers, making my worries fade away. "Ummm, that feels nice," I purred. He rubbed my shoulders and explored my back with his hands. "You've got a lot of tension, Carolyn. Your muscles are all tight. Just relax and let me rub it away." I was only too glad to comply. Ted had a wonderful touch, knowing just where to rub and how hard. I felt as if I could stay there forever. Between Ted's hands on my back and the jets pulsating on my nipples I was starting to get turned on again, and I reached behind me to see if Ted was too. Sure enough, his rod was coming back to life under the water, and my fingers stroked his length while he rubbed my back. Ted grabbed the lotion I had used on myself earlier and poured it on my shoulders. He rubbed it into my skin, covering every inch of my back with excruciating slowness. I leaned forward with my eyes closed, delighting in his touch. Ted rubbed me for a long time, using plenty of lotion and almost putting me into a trance. After rubbing every part of my back he gently pushed me forward so I was on my knees with my forearms resting on the edge of the tub, bringing my butt above the surface of the water. Ted rubbed lower on my back, working the lotion into the cheeks of my ass. I was really getting turned on now, and I spread my legs slightly hoping he would take the hint and work his way down between my legs. Ted rubbed down along my thighs, then brought his hands up and gently rubbed along my slit. "Mmmmm," I said for the hundredth time that night. I spread my legs wider and Ted worked a finger up inside me, slowly pumping in and out of my pussy. He leaned forward to grab a hold of my breasts hanging down into the frothy water and played with my nipples while I wiggled my ass against his hard cock. After feeling me up for a while Ted placed his dick at the lips of my cunt and pushed forward, sliding into me from behind. Ted pumped slowly and I pushed back, meeting his thrusts with my own. We built up a steady rhythm, fucking doggie style in the bubbly tub. Ted splashed some more lotion on my back and rubbed it in while he fucked me. It felt wonderful. Some of the lotion trailed down into the crack of my ass and I felt Ted's finger follow its trail. I was a little surprised when he rubbed the lotion right over my asshole. It made me shudder. "Just relax, Carolyn," he said, pumping his cock into my pussy and squirting lotion directly into the crack of my ass. His rubbed along the length of my ass from my lower back to the bottom of my slit then he zeroed in on my puckered rosebud, painting little circles of lotion around the rim with his finger. I had to admit it felt kind of good, but I was really uncomfortable about him playing with me back there. Freddy and I never did anything anal, and I never had anything in there except a thermometer when I was little. Ted dripped a little more lotion directly on my ass and slowly slipped the tip of a finger inside my back door. I drew a sharp breath and cringed. "I don't know about this," I said hesitantly. "Just relax, Carolyn, trust me," he said, leaving his fingertip inside me and steadily sliding his cock in my pussy. I tried to do as he said, closing my eyes and relaxing my muscles back there, concentrating on the soft music. Very slowly Ted pulled his finger back before sliding it in a little deeper, and I felt myself opening up and starting to relax. After a few minutes he worked his whole finger into my ass, then he started a slow pumping motion with his finger in time with his cock thrusting in and out of my pussy. To my surprise, I got used to his probing finger and even started to enjoy it, getting off on the feeling of being penetrated in my ass and my pussy at the same time. I even found myself starting to push back a little to meet his gentle thrusts. "That's it, Carolyn, that's it," Ted said, "you're doing great." He pulled his finger out and squirted some more lotion on my ass, and it felt really good when he rubbed it in, rimming me with his fingertips while he fucked me. "Yeah, Carolyn, you're doing great," Ted said as he squirted even more lotion on. I was feeling really good until I felt two fingers pressing against my opening and pushing into my ass. "No, no!" I said, squeezing the side of the tub with my hands, "Ted, stop, it hurts!" Ted didn't stop, but slowly pushed his fingers into me. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I tried to get up but Ted held my shoulder firmly with his other hand. "Relax, relax, I won't hurt you. Relax, just like before." Ted pulled his fingers back a little bit and gave me some time to get used to it. When I calmed down and my breathing returned to normal, he squirted some more lotion on and pressed his fingers into me again. I tried my best to relax, and it hurt a little but not as bad as before. Very slowly, Ted worked two fingers all the way into my ass and then, as before, he slowly drew his fingers out squirted on a little more lotion, then pushed them back in. They went in easier this time, and gradually he regained his pumping motion, thrusting two fingers in and out of my ass at the same time he drove his cock in and out of my pussy. I closed my eyes and really started to get into it. I had never felt anything like it. On each downstroke my ass and pussy felt completely filled, and I loved the feeling of his fingers and cock sliding inside me in unison. Ted continued to fuck my pussy and finger-fuck my ass until I could easily take his fingers and I was thrusting my ass back against him. When Ted pulled his fingers out of my ass I knew what was coming next, and I wanted it. I relaxed my sphincter as much as possible while Ted squirted more lotion on my ass, and when I felt his cock slide out of my cunt I readied myself. He rubbed his cock all along the crack of my ass and rubbed the head around my asshole, rimming me with his cock. "Are you ready for this?"   "Um-hum," I mumbled. "Go ahead." He leaned forward, lodging his cock in the crack of my ass, and whispered in my ear, "Do you want it?" "Do it," I answered impatiently, my voice trembling in a mixture of fear and desire. He held his cock in his hand and ran it around my asshole in teasing little circles. "Tell me, Carolyn, what do you want?" "Oh, God, Ted. Just do it," I said, pushing my ass back against his cock. "Tell me," he said, still rubbing his cock along my back door. "OK, OK, fuck me. Fuck me. Is that what you want to hear?" He rubbed his cock along the crack of my ass and slowly pressed the head against my asshole, but not entering. "You sure you want it, Carolyn?"   I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted his cock in my ass. I never in a million years thought I would say these words, but I gave in, "Yes, yes, I want it. Fuck my ass, Ted. Fuck my ass. Put your fucking cock in my ass right now." He pushed forward slowly and it felt like I was being split in half. Tears welled up in my eyes but I didn't want him to stop. He worked the head past my sphincter and rested a minute, letting me get used to it. "Yeah, Carolyn," he said, stroking my back, "you're doing great." He pushed a little more and slowly, slowly he worked his cock into my virgin ass. I was getting used to it but I didn't think I could take the whole thing. When he was about half way in he pulled back out and squirted some more lotion on, then pressed it back in. He held my hips and started a pumping motion, pushing about half his cock in and out of my ass. I looked back to watch his shaft thrusting in and out and it really turned me on. His member was coated in the milky lotion and it was sawing into my gaping asshole, someplace I thought a cock would never go. I started to get into it, pushing my hips back to meet his half-thrusts. He fucked my ass like this for about five minutes and then started working a little more in with each stroke. It hurt again but not too bad. Eventually Ted was sinking his entire cock in my asshole, his balls slapping against the lips of my cunt. He was pounding into me with firm strokes now and I loved it. He fucked my ass for a long time, using his hands to play with my tits and my pussy and rubbing my back. I loved having his cock in my ass and his hands roaming all over me, but eventually my ass and my knees started to get tired. I thought Ted might need some help if he was going to come for the third time that night. I reached back to take hold of his balls and turned my head to face him, then spoke in my sexiest voice. "Oooh, Ted," I said as I massaged his balls, "your cock feels so good in my ass. Ummmm. Come in my ass for me Ted, fill my ass up with your come." I licked my lips for good measure. Ted's face got all red again, so I rubbed his balls a little harder. "Oooh, Ted, your cock is so hard. No one's ever fucked me in the ass before, not even my husband. You're the first. Oh, yeah, I want you to be the first to come in my ass, too. Come on Ted, come in my virgin ass for me." I squeezed his balls and his face constricted and got red, then I felt his cock shoot off in my ass, sending squirts of semen into my rear end. Ted shook and groaned as he came, stabbing his cock into my ass with each spurt. "Oh, my God," he groaned as he collapsed back into the tub's molded plastic seat. "You are too much, Carolyn." Ring, Ring, Ring We stretched out in the hot tub, completely exhausted. Ted looked completely spent, having come three times already. As for me, I was beyond drained. I had swallowed my first load of come, masturbated on camera, lost my anal virginity, and utterly shattered my marriage vows all within the space of a few hours. But lying back in the tub with my legs interlocked with Ted's, I felt strangely content. I guess we both dozed off, because the next thing I remember was dreaming of being in my office back in Chicago. I heard the sound of the street and the soft music I usually play at work, and the ever present ringing of the phone. "Ring . . . ring . . . ring . . ." In my dream I called out to my secretary to get the phone, but it just kept ringing. "Ring . . . ring . . . ring . . ." I woke up in a daze, trying to place my surroundings. I looked around at the spacious suite and realized where I was, then looked at Ted across from me in the tub, passed out with his head leaning back on the hard tiles, snoring with his mouth agape. "Ring . . . ring . . . ring . . ." Suddenly I shot up out of the tub and screamed. "THE PHONE!! It's your cell phone! WAKE UP!" Ted opened his eyes groggily and looked at me with confusion, then realized where he was. He jumped out of the tub, grabbed his inside-out pants off the floor and fumbled through his pockets for the ringing phone. He flipped it open while I ran around the suite gathering our clothes and straightening the bed. "LOUIE? Is that you? Where is he? THE ELEVATOR? FUCK!! I told you to call me when got up from the goddamn table! NO! NO! I don't know how long the phone's been ringing. SHIT!" Ted hung up, running in circles holding his pants. We ran around the suite franticly collecting our clothes and hiding signs of our wild lovemaking. Ted had his pants part way on and realized it was too late to run. "I'm gonna have to get in the closet," he said to me apologetically. "Quick! In here," I said, shoving him into my closet. I followed him in, looking for clothes to put on. At that moment I needed sweats, but unfortunately all Freddy left me were tiny little tops and lacy thong underwear. Quickly, I put on a pair of underwear but realized they didn't hide the condition of my ravaged pussy and ass. My openings were red and puffy and a tiny rivulet of come was leaking out between my thighs. My usually pale breasts were red and prickly from Ted's sucking and the hot water of the tub. "Shit!" I pleaded to Ted, presenting my shameful condition with my arms out, panting and frantic, "what do I do?" Ted looked at me, then grasped my hands firmly and looked me in the eye the way you would calm a child having a tantrum. "Hot tub," he said calmly. "Get a hold of yourself. Get in the hot tub and when Freddy walks in just play it by ear. You'll do fine. I'll stay here until you get him into the bathroom, then I'm outta here. OK? He'll never know, and in two days you go back to Chicago and everything will be fine. OK?" "Hot tub," I repeated. "OK. Hot tub." I gave Ted a kiss and ran for the hot tub. The carpet was soaking wet, but otherwise the room was reasonably intact. I slid into the water and started the jets. The Alligator "Carrie!" Freddy shouted drunkenly, "I'm glad you're still up, baby. I cleaned up! Fifteen hundred bucks!" "Great, babe," I said, "I bet you need a shower, don't you?" "I like that idea," he answered leeringly, "and you can wash my back, right?" Shit Carolyn! You can be a little more subtle than that! If Freddy saw my bottom in the shower he would know something was up. "Actually babe," I said suggestively, "maybe you should get in the hot tub with me?" I turned the jets to high and hid beneath the foam. "Now you're talking," said Freddy. He dropped his money on the table, stripped down and slid into the water next to me, bringing the smell of beer and cigars with him. He stretched out, putting his legs over mine and letting his limp member float on the surface of the water. Freddy leaned over to kiss me and I kissed him back, less for passion than to maintain appearances. As we kissed I felt Freddy's hand creeping up my leg and I quickly grabbed his wrist. Freddy looked at me with disappointment. "Sorry, babe, but you were too much for me this afternoon," I said, hoping that he would be satisfied if I fed his ego. "I'm all sore down there." Freddy looked sad but kissed me again, this time reaching for my breasts. I grabbed his hand again and smiled apologetically, "Sorry, honey, but this hot water is bad for my skin." "Well, shit," he said, rising from the tub, "I might as well go to bed. I'll shower in the morning." Uh-oh, I thought, better go to Plan B, and fast. Freddy was a light sleeper, even after drinking, and the bed was right by the closet where Ted was hiding. I had to get Freddy into the bathroom somehow. Before he could get away, I grabbed Freddy's arm and pulled him down so he was sitting on the edge with his feet in the tub. "Oh, honey," I whined, "don't go. We have to celebrate!" Freddy looked at me with frustration. "Well, you're not being very much fun," he complained. Yeah, I thought, like you were a lot of fun tonight. "Well," I answered playfully, desperate to take control of the situation, "maybe we could play a game. That would be fun, right?" "A game?" he asked suspiciously. I don't know what came over me -- I guess I was feeling giddy from the excitement of the evening and relief from successfully stashing Ted in the closet. "Yeah, a game," I said, floating onto my belly in the hot tub, keeping just the top of my head above the water. "It's called . . . The Alligator Game." "The Alligator Game. OK. Are you gonna tell me how to play?" "I'm the Alligator . . . and you're the prey," I said in a dramatic voice, slowly moving toward Freddy with my eyes above the water. "If you say so . . ." responded Freddy, not sure what to make of it. He was sitting on the edge of the tub with his legs spread, his dick pointing limply at the water. I stalked Freddy in the tub, slowly floating toward him and narrating the action like one of those nature shows on TV. " . . . the female alligator has an insatiable appetite, and once she spots her quarry nothing can stop her from making the kill . . ." I was approaching Freddy's knees now, and he watched with an amused expression. I floated closer. ". . . the Alligator has selected her prey and is preparing to strike . . ." I floated between his thighs, my eyes locked on his balls. His cock gave a little twitch and began to grow. " . . . she always attacks the soft, fleshy organs first, immobilizing her victim with speed and her irresistible bite . . . " Freddy's cock was now lifting toward the ceiling, his balls dangling above the water inches from my face. "The chase is over," I said, "another defenseless victim captured . . . " I opened my mouth wide and sucked Freddy's balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue. I dropped them out of my mouth and licked them all over, rolling the wrinkled flesh between my lips and kissing and massaging his sac. I had never given Freddy this treatment before, and he was in heaven, moaning and holding my head in his hands. I sucked and licked his balls for a long time, looking him in the eye and holding my hair back so he could have a good view. "Do you like the Alligator Game so far?" I asked with a mischievous grin. "Whew," was all he could say. "Well," I said, taking his cock in my hands and stroking it, "you're really going to like the next part." Freddy's eyes lit up. I started at the base and ran my tongue up to the head, carefully licking around the shaft so as not to miss a spot. I bathed the head with little licks and kisses, making Freddy groan with desire. I sucked the head into my mouth, running my tongue all over it and preparing to start sucking him for real. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed movement through the closet door and realized Ted was trying to spy on us. Unfortunately, he couldn't have seen much because Freddy's back was to him. "You like that, baby?" I asked, jerking Freddy's cock in my fist. "Oh, God, Carolyn, I've dreamed about this for years." "Well, dreams come true in Las Vegas, don't they?" I said, stroking him. "Uh, honey, you know, I'm a little uncomfortable here -- why don't you move to this side of the tub for me?" Freddy jumped up and moved, panting with anticipation. He might have jumped off the balcony right then if I asked him. From this angle Ted had a perfect view, and I smiled toward the closet as I opened my lips into an O and slid my mouth down over Freddy's throbbing cock. "Ohhh, baby!" Freddy moaned. I slid about half his length into my mouth, resting for a moment before rising up and sucking him back in. I bobbed my head on half his shaft for a while, tickling the head of his cock with my tongue. I looked Freddy in the eye while I sucked him, smiling around his tool in my mouth. I also kept an eye on the closet, winking at Ted while I sucked Freddy's cock. I was putting on a show for Freddy and for Ted, drooling and slobbering on Freddy's wet shaft, sucking his hard cock into my mouth, playing the slut for my husband and my lover. Freddy was running his fingers through my hair, inadvertently thrusting his hips as I sucked him. "Oh, God . . . babe . . . oh . . . fantastic," Freddy sputtered. I pulled off him and looked up, jerking his cock in my fist. "You like that, do you? Do you like me sucking your cock, honey? I guess tonight really is your lucking night . . ." I lowered my head and took him back in my hungry mouth, slowly, slowly, taking more and more of him. When I went deeper than I had before Freddy gasped out loud. When the head of his cock reached my throat, I relaxed, breathed and swallowed, working his shaft down into my throat. I took him deeper until every inch of his stiff dick has gone past my lips and my nose was nestling against his pubic hair. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," Freddy groaned. "Carolyn . . . oh, God . . . suck me . . . oh . . . fuck, fuck, fuck!" I bobbed my head on Freddy's cock, deepthroating him and playing with his balls. Freddy held my head in his hands, slowly guiding me up and down on his shaft. He was moaning and groaning like a wounded animal, completely overcome with my new technique. I loved the feel of the length of his cock sliding past my lips, and I loved that Ted was watching from the closet. I looked into the closet while I sucked Freddy's cock, hoping that I was making eye contact with Ted. I took Freddy's cock in my hand and rubbed it over my face, leaving a strand of shiny pre-cum from Freddy's dick to my wet lips. I licked my lips for Ted, then sucked Freddy's cock back into my mouth, pumping my lips up and down on his hard tool. Freddy was bucking his hips as I deep throated him, thrusting his cock into my mouth. I sensed that he was approaching the point of no return and looked up at him questioningly. Freddy was panting and gasping, his face all red. "I . . . um . . . I . . . can I . . .can I?" he mumbled desperately, holding my head in his hands and bucking his hips. I released his cock from my mouth and stroked his shaft, smiling wickedly at him. "Do you want to come in my mouth, baby?" I purred. "Is that what you want, Freddy, do you want me to swallow your come?" "Oh, my God," Freddy groaned. "Give it to me baby," I pleaded, as I stroked his shaft with my lips against the pulsing head. "Come in my mouth for me, Freddy. I want to taste your come. C'mon, come in my mouth. Please, baby." He pulled my head down into his crotch and embedded his cock in my throat, released his pent-up orgasm with force. I kept my eyes locked on the closet while Freddy's cock twitched in my throat, sending spurt after spurt of his semen into my gullet. I swallowed Freddy's come in three or four gulps, then I pulled off and licked him clean, making sure I put on a show for Ted by getting every last drop. "Ohh, baby!" Freddy wailed, "that was awesome." I gave his cock one last kiss and smiled at him. "Glad you liked it baby." Freddy took a few moments to catch his breath, and I could see him thinking. "But . . . um . . ." he mumbled. "What?" I asked. "I . . . um . . . I thought you didn't like to do that?" I shrugged. "Must be the desert air or something. Or maybe those sexy clothes you made me wear. Anyway, you're not complaining, are you?" "NO!" "Good. Now get in that shower. It's 5 am and you're all smoky." Freddy happily went to the shower, and when I heard the water running I opened the closet. "C'mon," I whispered, "hurry." Ted and I rushed to the door, but he stopped for a moment with his hand on the knob, holding it shut. His shirt was unbuttoned and he held his shoes in his hand, and I was still buck naked from the tub. He looked down at me. We could hear the water running in the bathroom, Freddy's happy, off-key version of "Born in the USA" coming through above the spray. "God, you're sexy," Ted said, "thanks for the show." "My pleasure," I responded with a little bow, "but hurry, you have to go." "Wait a second," he protested, "look what you did to me." Ted pulled his eight-inch boner out of his pants and stroked it in his hand. "Not now!" I said sharply, punching his arm and trying to push the door open. Ted smiled, one hand holding the door shut and the other holding his hard tool. "C'mon, Carolyn, one little suck before I go. Just one -- I promise." He took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. Freddy was still singing away in the bathroom. I ran my hand up and down his rod and shook my head, "OK, but just one and then you really have to go!" "Promise." I dropped to my knees and gave the head of Ted's cock a quick lick, then sucked it into my mouth. Ted held my head in his hands as I bobbed my head up and down a few times, then I took his head into my throat and sucked the whole length into my mouth. "Mmmmmmm," I hummed with Ted's whole cock lodged in my mouth, and I felt his knees shake. I came up for air and got back on my feet. "That's all for now! Now go. Out! Out! Out!" Ted had no choice but to tuck his dick back into his pants as I shoved him out into the hall and closed the door behind him. The Golf Course Freddy and I woke up around noon on Saturday and enjoyed nice, leisurely sex on our giant bed with the sliding door open to the clean desert air. I used the remote control to get the bed rocking, and Freddy pumped his cock into me until we both climaxed to start the day off right. "Let's play golf today," Freddy said as we showered together. "We'll get some lessons and have fun, just you and me, OK?" Freddy and I were decent golfers. His handicap was around 14 and mine was about 22. But I definitely did not have a golfing outfit with me. "I better do a little shopping first," I said. "OK," said Freddy, grudgingly accepting that I couldn't play golf in a miniskirt and belly shirt, "but keep it sexy." I have to admit I was turned on by the idea of showing off for the men at the golf course, so I picked up a white polo shirt that was one size too small and some tight shorts. With a sheer bra you could easily see my nipples, and the shorts accentuated my long legs and shapely ass. I stopped by the salon in the hotel and got my nails done in shimmering pink, picked up some matching lipstick, and tied my hair back in a pony tail. Freddy smiled when he saw me. By the time we got to the course it was late afternoon. Freddy arranged a nine-hole private lesson with the assistant pro, and because of the hour we were the last group of the day. We met Darren, the assistant pro, at the first tee. He looked to be about 22, six feet tall and well built with medium-brown skin, like Tiger Woods. He was on the golf team at a local college and had an easy smile and contagious laugh. We warmed to him immediately, but unlike the other men I had been encountering Darren didn't even look twice at me. I figured that with his youth and good looks he had his pick of the women on campus, and I was just another old matron to him. Oh, well. Darren watched us take practice swings and suggested to Freddy that he move up his stance and keep his left arm stiff. Freddy stepped to the tee and to his amazement hit his drive 250 yards perfectly straight. Freddy stared in disbelief, then gave Darren a big bear hug. "You're a genius!" Freddy cried. I stepped up and drilled a wicked hook into the bushes about 50 yards off the tee. "Hmmm, I think we have some work to do," said Darren. He turned to Freddy, "Why don't you take my cart and I'll work with Carolyn on her tee shot here?" Freddy was all smiles as he headed down the cart path. "Carolyn, we have to break down your swing and start completely over," Darren said, frowning. "Here, let me show you." He teed up a ball, handed me a 3-wood and stood behind me. "Here," he said, bringing his arms around me and holding our hands together on the rubber shaft of the club. "Now, bring your arms back like this and rotate your hips . . ." Darren held me in a bear hug and showed me how to swing. Being wrapped in his strong, young arms was an immediate turn-on for me, but Darren remained completely professional, like a doctor giving an examination. He didn't grope or rub against me, just moved my body with clinical concern. "That's it," he said, "now you're getting it right. OK, now let's try a tee shot." I was a little flustered, but I concentrated on what Darren showed me and I drove the ball about 175 yards straight down the fairway! I jumped up and cheered and gave Darren a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my breasts into his chest, but he just stood there awkwardly, his arms loosely around my waist. "You are a genius!" I exclaimed, planting a kiss on his cheek as I released him. Darren was clearly embarrassed, giving me a little "aw shucks" look and blushing. After the first tee I flirted more boldly. I made sure Darren got a good view of my ass on every shot, bending to tend my ball and check the ground. Darren worked with Freddy on his short game on the second and third holes, and at the fourth tee Freddy hit another gorgeous drive while I purposely duffed mine into the rough. "Hey, Darren," Freddy said, "I think you better give Carolyn a refresher on driving. I'll take your cart and head down the fairway." "Good idea," I added. As Freddy drove off Darren stood behind me and took me in his arms again, wrapping my hands around the grip of my club and placing his feet to the outside of mine to make sure I had the right stance. He was loosening up a little from my flirting, but still maintaining a professional demeanor. "Darren," I asked innocently, "it seems I would swing better if I leaned forward more, like this." I leaned far forward, pushing my butt back into Darren's crotch and moving my hands forward so he couldn't pull back. With my ass firmly planted against him I started taking practice swings, exaggerating the movement of my hips. "See, it feels like I get better rotation with this stance." "Umm," mumbled Darren, trying unsuccessfully to straighten us up, "I think you'll do better standing up straighter . . ." But I was having none of that. I leaned forward more, taking practice swing after practice swing. I ground my ass against Darren's crotch and he had no choice but to keep his arms wrapped around me. I soon felt a lump growing in his crotch and he tried even harder to back away, but I kept pressing back into him and rubbing my butt against the front of his shorts. After a few swings he got the idea that I wasn't about to complain to the club manager for his behavior and started to relax. "See?" I asked, swinging my butt against him, "doesn't this seem like a good stance for me?" He gave in and pushed against me, sliding his rising boner between my ass cheeks. "Well, now," he said, "maybe you're right. I have seen some ladies that benefit from a forward stance." Darren held me for a few more swings, grinding his cock against my ass as we swayed together on the fourth tee. Eventually he stepped back and said, "OK, now give it a try." We caught up with Freddy on the fourth green and he was looking at me in a funny way. We putted out and rode together to the fifth tee. In the cart, Freddy was still eyeing me suspiciously. "Did I see you getting friendly with the instructor back there?" he finally asked. I looked at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "I ... I ... uh ..." I stammered. "It's OK, it's OK," Freddy said quickly, trying to calm me. "You know, it's a little weird, but it sort of . . . well . . . kind of . . . turns me on." Freddy looked down at the floor of the golf cart and added quietly, "just keep me posted, OK?" I was speechless, and before I had a chance to respond we were at the tee and Freddy was hopping out of the cart with a driver in his hand and discussing strategy for the hole with Darren. The fifth hole was a long par 5 with rolling hills and a dog leg. Darren gave Freddy some pointers for his drive, and Freddy hit a monster shot, fading at just the right distance to turn the corner of the dog leg. "Yes!" roared Freddy, pumping his fist. I stepped up and hit another short shot, feigning frustration but furtively winking at Freddy. "Umm, Darren," Freddy said, "maybe you should work with Carolyn on her drive some more, and I'll head down the fairway in your cart?" "Good idea," agreed Darren. "Real good," I added. When Freddy's cart disappeared around the dog leg we were alone. There was no one behind us and Freddy was 250 yards away beyond the trees. I bent over in front of Darren to tee up my ball, taking a long time to get it right and swaying my ass for Darren's benefit. "Darren, I think I could use some help with my stance here," I suggested. "Sure," he agreed, "there are a few things we should work on." Darren stepped up behind me, again wrapping his arms around me. He pressed himself against me and I leaned back into him, rubbing my nose into his neck. "Umm," I purred as I swayed my ass against his crotch, "you're a wonderful instructor." His cock had gone soft but I felt it beginning to rise again. We were on the tee alone, taking practice swings and rubbing lewdly against each other. "You know, Darren, I think I got the hang of rotating my hips and keeping my feet planted, but I thing I'm twisting my upper body too much." "You think so?" "Yeah," I said, standing up straight, "if you hold your hands here you'll see what I'm talking about." I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, then picked up the club and took my practice swings. I slipped back into Darren's arms, swinging the club and grinding my ass against the bulge in his pants. In the meantime, Darren was all over my tits, squeezing and rubbing them and nuzzling my neck. Darren slid his hands up under my shirt, squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples through my bra while he rubbed his boner into my ass. Eventually I peeled myself away and hit my drive, and we scrambled to catch up with Freddy on the fifth green. Freddy was smiling at me as we rode together on the sixth hole, a short par 3. "Did you get a good lesson on the fifth tee?" he asked suggestively. "Uh-huh," I responded with a smile, "you want to hear about it?" Freddy shook his head. "Don't need to. I was watching." I raised my eyebrows. "Hiding in the trees? Well, did you like what you saw?" Freddy didn't answer; he just stopped the cart and leaned over to give me a wet, sexy kiss. "You are the sexiest woman alive," he said, kissing me again. Freddy reached under my shirt and behind my back and undid the clasp my bra. "Take that off," he commanded. My nipples were rock hard as I pulled the straps off my arms and the bra out from under my shirt. I was on fire, and I kissed Freddy again and lightly squeezed his throbbing hard-on through his shorts. "I love you babe," I said as we pulled up to the green. Darren's eyes went wide when he saw my braless tits. He looked quizzically at us, as if to ask, "What's going on here?" Freddy and I both smiled and ignored his reaction, nonchalantly lining up our putts. My tits were wobbling freely in my white shirt, and my nipples were poking out clearly for Freddy and Darren to see. Freddy and I both parred the hole and we all cheered. Freddy gave Darren a high-five, and I followed with a big hug. I wrapped my arms around Darren and pressed my nipples into his chest, and he took me in his strong arms and pulled me into him. Freddy was standing not three feet away when I looked up at Darren and planted a soft kiss on his lips, thanking him for lesson so far. Darren immediately looked to Freddy and tried to let go of me, but I held onto him and Freddy just smiled and shrugged his shoulders. I looked up to Darren and gave him another kiss, this time holding my lips against his and grinding my belly against the stiff pole in his shorts. With his lips on mine Darren looked at Freddy again, finding him watching us intently. I opened my mouth and snaked my tongue against Darren's lips, and after a moment his mouth opened and our tongues twisted together, passionately licking and tasting each other. I put my hands on Darren's ass and pulled him against me as we made out in front of my husband. My whole body tingled as Darren and I Frenched in front of Freddy, our bodies grinding together and our mouths locked in a soft, wet kiss. We groped for about 30 seconds until Freddy shouted "OK! OK!" and clapped his hands, "c'mon, let's get to the seventh before it gets dark!" Darren and I broke our kiss and got ourselves together, then we jumped in our carts and headed for the seventh tee. We both hit good drives on the par-4 seventh, and I rode with Darren while Freddy rode alone. Freddy reached the green in two and was waiting for us, his ball inches from the pin. As we approached the green in our cart, Darren asked "Your husband's pretty cool, huh?" "Seems to be, doesn't he?" I replied. I dropped my hand into Darren's lap and stroked his hard-on through his shorts. Darren gave me a sidelong glance and smiled. I was rubbing Darren's cock as we pulled up to the green, and I made sure Freddy could see my hands on Darren's shorts. "Nice shot honey!" I shouted. "Thanks," he smiled. "Looks like you're doing pretty well, too." "Never been better," I replied, climbing from the cart. We putted out and Darren and I rode together to the eighth. My hand immediately went to Darren's lap again, and I squeezed his cock as we drove toward the eighth tee. Before we got halfway there, Darren stopped the cart, looked down at my hand stroking his bulge and leaned over to kiss me. He thrust his tongue past my lips and I responded passionately, putting my hands on his head and sucking his tongue into my mouth. His hands went up under my shirt and he played with my bare tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers while we kissed. Darren pressed me back into the seat and pushed my shirt up to my neck and leaned down to suck on my breasts. He licked them all over and kissed and sucked my nipples. I felt wonderful to be sitting there topless, right out in the open on the cart path while Darren squeezed and kissed my tits. I leaned back in the cart with my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of this young stud ravishing me in the warm desert air, playing with my breasts with my husband right around the corner. "Ahem!" I opened my eyes to see Freddy standing over us. He had come looking when we didn't show up at the tee and now he was watching us with a big smile on his face. My shirt was up around my neck and Darren was sucking on my tits while I held his head. "Ahem!" Freddy said again, trying to get Darren's attention. "Come on now you two," Freddy said in a voice you would use with little school children on the playground, rather than when you find the golf pro sucking on your wife's tits, "I want to finish this round before it gets dark. Come on, now!" Darren jumped up with a hangdog look while I just laughed. "Sorry, honey, we got kind of caught up in our golf lesson." I pulled my shirt down and Darren drove us to the tee while Freddy walked behind in the gathering dusk. My hand went right back to Darren's lap as he drove. I was getting really horny now and couldn't keep my hands off Darren. The 8th was another par 3. Freddy put his tee shot on the green while I hit mine in the water. "You can drop from the other side," suggested Darren, leading me to the cart by the hand. Darren and I rode down the hill to the green together, my hand in his lap the whole way. His hard-on was really throbbing now, and neither of us was paying much attention to the game anymore. Freddy was standing by the green when we pulled up, his eyes glued to my hand stroking the big bulge in Darren's lap. "I think you're losing your concentration, honey," Freddy said with a laugh. "But I guess it's OK. The important thing is to have fun." "Ooh, Freddy" I said, "you're right. I am having fun." I dropped my other hand into Darren's lap and leaned over to kiss him while I worked his cock and balls with both hands, right in front of Freddy. Darren returned my kiss with hunger, probing my mouth with his tongue and putting his hands up my shirt. We sat in the golf cart for a few minutes making out while Freddy watched, Darren's hands squeezing my tits while I rubbed his cock through his straining shorts. I came up for air and saw Freddy watching as Darren played with my nipples and rubbed my thighs. I looked Freddy in the eye as I squeezed Darren's member. "He's got a nice cock, honey," I said in a sultry voice. Freddy just smiled. I kept my eyes locked on Freddy's and pulled on the snap of Darren's shorts. It popped open and I lowered his zipper, licking my lips and looking Freddy in the eye. Darren was squeezing my tits and leaning back in the cart with his eyes closed, a bit player in Freddy's and my drama. "Ohh, baby," I moaned as I reached into Darren's shorts, "he's got a big one Freddy." I pushed Darren's shorts and underwear down to his knees, holding his stiff brown cock in my hand. It was about eight inches long, like Ted's, but with a big brown bulbous head and a dark brown shaft. "Ohh, Freddy, he's got a nice, big, young cock for me." I stroked Darren's shaft in my dainty hands, my white fingers and pink fingernails contrasting with the dark skin of his dick. "Oh, Freddy," I purred, jerking Darren's cock with both hands, "our golf pro's cock is all nice and hard for me. Mmmm, I've never had a black cock before, honey. It looks so good." I looked Freddy in the eye, "do you want to see me suck his cock, Freddy? Do you want to watch me suck off the golf pro?" Freddy looked at me, barely nodding. "Ooh, baby, I really want to suck it. C'mon, baby, tell me I can suck his cock. Please, Freddy, I want Darren's big dick in my mouth, just like I sucked yours last night. C'mon baby, tell me I can, tell me . . ." I was jerking Darren's cock and slowly leaning forward, bringing my head down into his lap but keeping my eyes locked on Freddy. Freddy nodded. "Is that a yes, Freddy? Do you want to see Darren's big cock in my mouth? Can I blow him for you, baby, please, can I? Can I suck him off?" My mouth was inches from the tip of Darren's shaft now. "Yes." "Yes?" I asked, inching my face closer, "Do you want me to suck his cock, baby?" "Yes," Freddy said quietly. "Suck his cock, Carolyn. Suck Darren's cock." I put my lips to Darren's cock and smeared them over the tip, spreading a big glob of pre-come over my mouth. I looked at Freddy and licked my lips, spreading the milky liquid over my lips with my tongue. "Ummm, baby," I moaned, putting on a show for Freddy, "he's got a nice cock." Keeping my eyes on Freddy, I licked up and down the length of Darren's shaft, my tongue dancing along his cock from the base to the tip, getting the whole thing nice and wet with my saliva. I closed my eyes and rubbed the glistening head all over my face, across my lips and cheeks and eyelids. Holding Darren's cock against my lips, I opened my eyes and looked at Freddy, then planted a string of soft kisses up along the shaft until my mouth was at the tip. With my other hand I massaged Darren's brown, furry balls. I snaked my tongue all over the head of Darren's cock, playing the slut for Freddy who was staring mutely at my show. Looking Freddy in the eye, I placed the tip of Darren's cock against my mouth then slowly parted my lips, taking his hard shaft into my mouth. I sucked about five inches into my mouth, then got into a bobbing motion, pumping my head back on forth on the golf pro's pulsating dick while rubbing his balls. Freddy watched in awe as Darren's brown shaft slid past my pink painted lips, my cheeks hollow as I sucked his pole. I trailed my tongue down to the base of Darren's shaft, then took each of his balls into my mouth while I stroked his cock in my fist. I licked and sucked his balls, making loud slurping sounds and moaning for Freddy's benefit. "Oh, Freddy," I groaned, "his balls taste good. I love sucking on his balls. Mmmmm. Do you like to watch me sucking Darren's balls, Freddy? Does it turn you on to see your wife sucking another man's balls?" I went back to Darren's cock, taking it in my mouth and slowly working the entire length into my throat while Freddy watched. I was getting to be an expert on deep throating now, and I loved the feeling of Darren's eight-inch shaft invading my throat. With my nose buried in Darren's kinky pubic hair he started to pump his hips, and I knew he was going to come soon. I pulled my head back, kissing and licking the tip of his cock and cleaning off the cum that had licked out of his pee slit. Looking Freddy in the eye I went back to kissing and licking the length of his shaft and rubbing it around my face. "Mmmm, Freddy, I think he's going to come soon. Do you want Darren to come in my mouth, baby? Do you want to watch me swallow Darren's come?" Freddy just stared with his mouth open. I took Darren's cock back in my mouth, sucking hard and accepting the entire length into my throat. I bobbed my head up and down, working the underside with my tongue and rolling his balls in my hand. Darren held my head in his hands and thrust his hips off the seat of the golf cart, fucking his cock into my mouth. I opened my mouth for him and bobbed my head in time with his thrusting hips, letting him fuck my mouth right in front of my husband. I was making little moaning sounds, whimpering as Darren pumped his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I wrapped my lips tight around the base of his shaft and finally I felt the head of his cock swell up, preparing to explode in my throat. Darren pushed my head all the way down and a huge, salty jet of semen squirted against my throat. After the initial blast I pulled back and held Darren's cock in front of my face, jerking it in my hands and sending jets of come onto my lips and cheek. I wanted Freddy to see Darren come on my face. I looked Freddy in the eye as Darren's semen splashed against my cheek and over my lips, then I opened my mouth and took the remaining pulses right on my tongue. I made a show of cleaning the come off Darren's cock with my tongue, then using his cock to clean the come off my face and licking it clean again, my tongue chasing rivulets of come down Darren's rod and onto his balls. The entire time I was moaning and working my hands on Darren's shaft and balls, acting like a pure slut for my husband, come all over my face and lips, lustily sucking the sticky fluid off Darren's brown cock. Keeping my eyes locked on Freddy's I lifted Darren's balls to my mouth and licked them like candy, cleaning the come off them. I sucked Darren's balls into my mouth, rolling them around with my tongue and smiling at Freddy. I went back to Darren's cock, licking it all over to catch any drops of come that I missed. "Mmmmm, Freddy," I moaned, running my tongue over the tip of Darren's cock, "that was delicious. Freddy just shook his head as Darren pulled his underwear and shorts back up. "Well, folks," said Darren, gasping for breath, "I think that about wraps up this round, what do you say we head for the clubhouse?" The Clubhouse Darren got a caddy to take our carts and clubs and pulled a ring of keys from his pocket to open the door to the guests' locker room. Darren led us inside and closed the door, took my hand, and led me to the training room. Freddy followed behind. "Freddy, my man," said Darren, "why don't you take a seat on that chair over there while Carolyn and I get comfortable?" Freddy quietly sat down while Darren laid me back on a massage table. Darren lowered the table to waist height, then leaned forward to kiss me. I sucked on his tongue while he pushed my shirt up around my neck and massaged my breasts, Freddy watching from his chair. Darren pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor, then he kissed his way down my neck to my chest, kissing and licking my tits and sucking my nipples. Freddy watched. While Darren sucked and squeezed my tits his other hand went to my shorts, undoing the snap and pulling them down my legs. I kicked off my shoes and Darren pulled my shorts off my legs, tossing them to Freddy in his chair. "Damn, Freddy, you got a hot wife!" Darren exclaimed as he fingered my wet slit. "Her pussy's on fire, man. I can't wait to get my cock in there!" Darren slipped a finger into my pussy and swirled it, feeling the insides of my moist tunnel. "You ready lady?" he asked, pumping a second finger into my cunt. I was on fire, writhing on the bench as Darren's fingers probed into my hole while Freddy watched. With his other hand Darren pulled his shorts down his legs and took a hold of his hard cock. "You ready for Darren's cock in your pussy?" "Mmmmm," I moaned, eagerly spreading my legs for Darren's ebony tool. "Tell Freddy here what you want, lady. Let him know what you want." "Mmmm, give it to me," I moaned. "You want Darren's cock, lady?" he whispered as he alternated rubbing my clit and plunging two fingers into my pussy. "Oh God, yes, please." "Go on, lady, tell your husband what you want. He wants to hear it, don't you Freddy?" Freddy just stared. "Mmmm, give me your cock, Darren, I want your cock." "Tell Freddy," he whispered, "Go on, tell your husband how you want my cock." I looked over at Freddy who was sitting on the edge of his chair, his mouth slightly parted and breathing heavily. Darren was thrusting two fingers into me and my legs were spread wide, offering my pussy to him. "Oh, Freddy," I moaned, "I want Darren to fuck me. I want his big cock in my pussy. I want him to fuck my hot cunt right here in front of you. I want you to watch Darren's beautiful brown cock sliding into my pussy. Oh, baby, I want his cock soooo bad." Darren stepped between my thighs and pressed the head of his shaft against my slit. He leaned forward and his cock parted my pussy lips, penetrating into me until his balls were pressed against my ass and his eight inches were buried in my cunt. He pulled back and pumped me with long, firm strokes, squeezing my tits and sucking on my nipples while he fucked me. Freddy sat in his chair not two feet away, with a perfect view of Darren's big cock sliding into my pussy. Darren was thrusting and grunting and pounding his rod into me, going faster and faster. "Freddy, man, your wife's got an awesome cunt," Darren said as he drove his cock into me. "Your wife's pussy feels real good on my dick. She fucks as good as she sucks cock." I was leaning back on the bench with my head hanging off the back, rolling from side to side as Darren fucked me. I looked over at Freddy with a dreamy expression, and motioned for him to come to me. "Yeah, Freddy," Darren groaned as he fucked me, "your wife is one hot slut." Freddy came to me and leaned over to kiss me as Darren slammed his cock into my pussy. I reached up to grab Freddy's bulge as our tongues wrestled together passionately. Darren's powerful thrusts rattled through my whole body, making my mouth bounce against Freddy's lips and our teeth click together in time with Darren's pumping. Quickly, I undid Freddy's pants and pulled them down, grasping his shaft in my hand as we kissed. I stroked Freddy's shaft and pulled his cock into my mouth. I licked the head and wrapped my lips around his shaft, sucking him into my hungry mouth as Darren fucked me. I was overcome with lust, enjoying more cock at one time than I had ever dreamed of. I wanted to take Freddy's cock all the way, so I moved him directly behind the bench and titled my head back over the edge, lining up his cock with my throat. I took him into my mouth and sucked his dick, working his shaft into my throat until his balls were resting on my forehead. Freddy began slowly thrusting his hips, sliding the full length of his cock into my mouth and down my throat on every stroke. At the same time I pulled my knees up to my chest, giving Darren wide-open access to my willing snatch. In this position my body was completely available at both ends, and my lovers took full advantage, Freddy fucking my mouth and Darren pounding his cock into my cunt. I was in heaven, completely filled with cock for the first time in my life. Darren and Freddy reached down to play with my tits as I lay back on the table. Freddy fucked my mouth as Darren's brown pole pumped into my pussy, their four hands squeezing my tits and playing with my nipples. Jolts of electricity shot through my body with each thrust, and when Darren pressed on my clit with his thumb I erupted into a huge orgasm, my body shaking and quivering like a bowl of Jell-O in an earthquake. Spasms shot through me and I shook wildly, and I would have rolled off the table were it not for the hard cocks impaling me at both ends. My shaking and wobbling and moaning was too much for Freddy. He held my head in both hands and pushed his shaft into my mouth as far as it could go, his pubic hair on my chin and balls resting on my eyelids. With a shout Freddy released the tremendous load of come he had been building up all afternoon, holding my head firmly as he shot blast after blast into my mouth. I swallowed it all, purring with satisfaction as his semen slid down my throat into my belly. Freddy pulled his spent cock from my mouth and collapsed back into his chair, his face red and his brow covered in sweat. Darren was also covered in sweat and now pumping for all he was worth. I put my hands behind my knees and pulled them to my chest, spreading my legs as wide as I could for him. I reached down to squeeze his balls while he fucked me, trying to coax from him his second orgasm of the past 30 minutes. "Come on, Darren," I moaned as I played with his balls, "give it to me. Fill my pussy with your come for me. Come on, Darren, come in my pussy just like you came in my mouth back on the golf course. Come on, give me your come, fill me up." Darren pushed his cock in as far as it could go and slumped forward on my chest, shooting his come into my womb and grinding his pelvis against me. He came a lot, considering it was so soon after I had sucked him off, and I felt his strong pulses of jism blasting against my womb. We were both soaked with sweat, and his muscular chest slid against my tits while he released his last spurts of semen into me. Darren lay on top of me, his cock going limp inside my pussy. We turned to look at Freddy slumped back in his chair, his limp dick resting against the cushion. "God, that was awesome," said Freddy. The Penthouse - Part III On Saturday in Las Vegas you can feel the energy rising as the sun sets and the lights of the Strip begin to glow. Freddy and I stood on our balcony sipping wine, taking it all in. We had barely spoken on our way back from the golf course, but clearly there was a lot to say. Freddy put his arm around me and took a deep breath of Nevada air. "This is like a dream, right?" he said hopefully. "A three-day Las Vegas fantasy, then we wake up and go back to our normal lives?" I nodded and leaned against him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Uh-huh," I replied, "a three-day dream." We kissed softly on the balcony, high above the bustle of the Strip. "Of course," I added with a twinkle in my eye, "we can always come back another time and dream again . . ." Freddy smiled and playfully smacked my butt. "You're a bad girl, you are." "Only in your dreams," I replied with a laugh. Freddy held me and looked into my mischievous eyes. "You're a little slut in my dreams, aren't you?" he whispered "I'm whatever you want me to be, baby." Freddy kissed me again, more passionately this time, his tongue snaking into my mouth. "You're a little cocksucker in my dreams, aren't you?" "Uh-huh," I replied, kissing his neck, "I'm your little cocksucker, baby, your little cocksucking slut. Whatever you want." "You're a little whore for me in my dreams, aren't you?" I kissed his neck and rubbed his butt, pulling him against me, "Yeah, Freddy," I purred, planting a string of kisses on his neck, "I'm your little whore, your cocksucker, your ball licker. I'm your little, slut, baby," more kisses on his neck, "I'll suck cock for you, Freddy," kiss, kiss, "I'll even suck other men's cocks, baby, just to turn you on," kiss, kiss, kiss, "mmmm, I'll swallow for you, Freddy, I'll let you come in my mouth," lick, lick, kiss, "I'll even let other men come in my mouth while you watch, baby," kiss, lick, kiss, "I'll suck off your friends for you and swallow their come, baby, I'll let them come on my face for you," lick, kiss, kiss, "mmmm, Freddy, I'll let other men fuck me, baby, just for you," kiss, kiss, kiss, "I'll let them slide their hard cocks into my pussy and fill me up with their come while you watch, baby," kiss, kiss, "mmmm, just for you . . ." lick, kiss. "God, you are so hot . . ." I took Freddy's hand with a wicked grin and led him to the shower, pulling his sweaty golf clothes from his body as we went. I turned on all four faucets, poured the massage oil over my hands, and grasped Freddy's rising shaft. I pushed him back on the shower couch and kneeled in front of him, oiling his cock in my hands and licking his chest. I rubbed the oil into his balls and jerked his cock in my fist, getting him good and slippery. I looked up at him with his slick cock in my hands, "I'm you're little Las Vegas whore, baby. I'll do anything for you." "Anything?" I nodded. "Anything." I released his oily cock from my grip and climbed forward onto the shower couch, raising my butt in the air. "Anything baby," I purred, "I'll do anything you want." Freddy stood behind me with his hard cock pointing up into the spray. I leaned forward on the couch and grabbed my butt cheeks with my hands, pulling them open and exposing my asshole to Freddy. "Anything, baby, I'll do anything you want. Come on, baby," I pleaded, swaying my ass for him, "give me that slippery cock, baby. Put it in me, Freddy." "Oh my God," exhaled Freddy, stroking his slick pole. "Come on, baby," I pleaded, looking back at him with my cheeks spread, rotating my hips, "put it in me, baby. Give me that slippery cock." Freddy was dumbfounded, but his hands found their way to my ass and he rubbed my cheeks tentatively. "Oooh, yeah, Freddy, that's it," I implored, swinging my hips, "squeeze my ass. Come on, Freddy, give it to me, give me that stiff cock." I pulled my ass cheeks wider and licked my lips for him, "come on Freddy, I'm your little Las Vegas whore, baby, your little slut. Fuck me in the ass now, baby, fuck your little whore in the ass, babe. C'mon, put your stiff cock in my ass. Do it, baby, I want you to fuck my slutty ass." I loved playing the slut and I was totally turned on again, eagerly anticipating the second ass-fucking of my life. "Wow," was all he could say. He stepped forward and pressed his cock against my puckered hole, pushing slowly against my tight opening. I flinched and he pulled back. "Don't pull back!" I hissed. I grabbed the bottle of oil and squirted some onto my asshole, rubbing it in with my finger. "Come on!" I demanded, "rub it in, get me wet!" Freddy gently rubbed his finger around my rosebud, spreading the oil. "No!" I scolded, "not like that!" I reached back and slid an oily finger into my asshole, pumping it in an out a few times to open myself up. "Like this, Freddy! Come on, baby!" Freddy started to get the idea and pushed a finger into my ass, pumping it until it slid back and forth easily. "Mmmm," I moaned, "that's it, baby. Now give me that cock, Freddy. Come on, baby, fuck my ass." Freddy stood up straight with his cock in his hand and pressed the head against my back door. I relaxed and took deep breaths, and eventually Freddy worked the head into me. "Ooh, yeah, baby, that's it." I couldn't believe how excited I was about taking Freddy's cock up my ass. Freddy pushed a little more and slowly worked about four inches into my butt. I turned around and looked back, marveling at the site of his stiff pole sticking out of my ass, the puckered flesh of my rectum tightly gripping his dick. Freddy pulled back and started sawing his cock back and forth into my asshole, squirting on more oil and going a little deeper with each stroke until his full six inches was buried in my behind. "Oh, man," Freddy moaned as he started pumping the entire length of his cock into my ass, "you are amazing, baby." "Oh, yeah, Freddy," I moaned, looking back at him with satisfaction, "that's it baby, fuck my ass." Freddy pumped into me from behind, picking up speed with each stroke. He really got into it, riding me like a cowboy, holding my its with both hands and pumping his cock back and forth in my asshole, his balls slapping against the lips of my pussy. "Yeah, baby," he shouted, "take my cock you little bitch!" "Oh . . . oh . . ." I squealed. "Yeah, baby, you're my little ass-fucker," Freddy sneered as he pounded my bum. "You're a little ass-fucking slut, aren't you baby?" "Oh, yeah, Freddy, just for you. Oh God, fuck my ass." I loved Freddy talking dirty to mean as he slammed his pole into my butt. "Oh, yeah," he moaned as he pumped his dick into my rear. "Oh, yeah! . . . Oh, damn, you little fucking whore! Take my cock in your ass. Oh, yeah! You like that cock in your ass, don't you, you little slut? You like a nice ass-fucking?" Freddy asked, sinking his rod into the depths of my behind. "Oh, Freddy," I squealed, " . . . Oh God, I love it . . ." "You want me to come in your ass, you little slut? You ready for some come in your ass?" "Yes! Yes! Come in my ass! Come in my slutty ass!" Freddy slammed his cock into my ass as deep as it would go and blasted his semen into my bowels. He sent squirt after squirt into my rear end, rotating his pelvis against my ass and squeezing my tits while he shot his load. He slumped forward on top of me, holding my breasts and humping my ass like he didn't want it to end. I lay forward on the couch with my eyes closed, loving the feel of Freddy's weight on my back, his cock buried in my ass. Coming Clean Lying back on the tile floor under the spray, Freddy opened his eyes and turned to look at me. "You've done that before, haven't you?" I nodded guiltily. "A lot?" he asked with a worried look. I shook my head no. "Once," I whispered. "Once," Freddy repeated with relief. He thought for a moment, bringing the worried look back to his face. "When?" I looked down at the floor, watching droplets of spray bounce up off the tiles and settle back down into the flow heading for the drain. Freddy gently took my chin in his hands and turned my face to him. "When?" he asked again. I couldn't look him in the eye. "Yesterday," I mumbled. Freddy was quiet for a minute. Tears were welling up in my eyes. "It was last night, wasn't it? While I was playing poker? When I ignored you? Was that it?" I nodded. Freddy thought some more and nodded, like it was all coming together in his head. "You sucked him off, too, didn't you?" I nodded again. "Who was he? Did you know him? Did someone pick you up in the casino?" "The guy next door," I muttered, tears rolling down my cheeks. "The guy next door?" Freddy said incredulously. "Did you go to his room?" I shook my head sadly. "No," I admitted. "First we messed around down in the bar, then we came back here." "In the bar? Back here??" I looked at him, sobbing and nodding apologetically. "Freddy, honey -- he was in the closet when we fooled around in the hot tub," I cried, throwing my arms around him, "I'm sorry, baby." Freddy took me in his arms and stroked my hair. "No, no, it's my fault, baby. I'm sorry. It was my fault. I put you up to this. I made you dress all sexy and show yourself off and then I ignored you. I'm sorry. It's my fault." I buried my head in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably and holding him tight. "Look," he said, holding my head in his hands and wiping my tears away. "It's all part of the dream, OK? Anything goes out here, and when we get home we'll wake up and it will all be a dream, OK?" I smiled and sniffed, "OK." Nice to Meet You I felt great after confessing to Freddy about Ted, like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I felt even better about the fact that Freddy accepted and even encouraged my screwing around while were in Las Vegas. Freddy wanted me to be a total slut, and I was all for it. I felt totally free -- and totally horny. I finished showering and wrapped myself in a big, fluffy robe. Freddy stayed in the shower to relax and enjoy the spray, watching a basketball game on the large screen TV. Sitting down at my dressing table, I knew Freddy wouldn't be able to satisfy me again after getting off twice in the past few hours. I thought maybe I could get him to eat my pussy, but he was spent and wouldn't be into it. I thought about playing with myself in the hot tub again, but that wasn't enough. I wanted a cock. A real, live, nice hard cock. I snuck a peek in the bathroom. Freddy was lounging back watching the game, oblivious to the world. I slipped out into the hall in my robe and tiptoed to Ted's room. I knocked on the door and Ted opened it, cell phone to his ear. He looked surprised to see me and stepped into the hall, closing the door behind him. "Uh, Jim," he said into the phone, eyeing me suspiciously, "something's come up. I'll call you later." He clicked the phone shut and slid it into his pocket. "What are you doing here?" he challenged. "Just saying 'Hi'! What's wrong?" "Nothing, really. My teenage daughter and her girlfriend are in the room, that's all. It would be a little awkward for you to come in wearing a bathrobe." "Well, come on then," I said playfully, taking his hand, "let's go to my room." Ted protested, saying something about plans with his daughter for dinner, but followed me down the hall nonetheless. I opened the door and sat Ted down on the big bed. "Carolyn," he argued, starting to rise, "really, I can't, I have to get back." I undid the robe and pulled it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I pushed Ted back down on the bed and he looked at my naked body, smiling and shaking his head. "Carolyn, you're going to get me in trouble," he complained as I dropped to my knees and reached for his belt. "Carolyn, really, we're going to see a show . . ." he grumbled, grabbing at his belt. I reached into his pants and pulled out his soft cock, gobbling it into my mouth while he fought for his pants and scrambled to get up. I sucked his entire soft dick into my mouth, bathing it with my tongue while I rolled his balls in my hands. "Mmmmm," I moaned sexily, looking up at him. His eyes rolled back and he sighed, lying back on the bed and releasing his grip on his waistband. I kept sucking and playing with his balls, pulling his pants down to his ankles without any further resistance. His cock started to grow in my mouth as I worked my lips back and forth, slathering my tongue along the big, pulsing vein and back over the head. "God, you're a hungry little slut, aren't you?" he asked with a sigh. I did my best to smile around the cock between my lips and winked at him. As his dick approached full size I pulled it from my mouth and licked it all over like a Popsicle, tonguing the length of his shaft and kissing the head, bringing a happy moan from Ted. When I had him nice and hard I climbed up on the bed and straddled him, lowering my pussy down over his cock. I eased the head inside me and sank all the way down, impaling myself on Ted's shaft. I rotated my bottom, enjoying the feeling of Ted's dick buried in my cunt, and then started an up-and-down motion, raising and lowering my pussy on his cock. As I bounced on him he reached up to play with my tits, squeezing and rubbing my mounds and flicking his thumbs over my nipples. "You're going to get me in big trouble, you know . . ." he said in a mock threatening tone. "Poor Ted," I said, sinking down on his cock, "is it worth it?" "Oh, yeah," he said with a smile, folding his arms behind his head. "Yeah, it's worth it." I smiled as I rode him, enjoying being on top and controlling the speed of his shaft sliding in and out of my wet pussy. "So," Ted asked as he squeezed my tits, "where's Freddy? Playing poker?" "Uh-uh," I said, shaking my head with a naughty smile, sinking down on his cock again. "Bar?" "Uh-uh," I said teasingly, rising up and holding the tip of his cock between the lips of my pussy, "guess again." "Shopping?" "Nope," I replied, sliding back down on his shaft. "Well . . . where then?" Ted asked with concern. "In there," I said nonchalantly, sliding back up on his pole and gesturing to the bathroom with my head. "WHAT?" he hissed, trying to get up off the bed. I brought my full weight down on his cock and put my hands on his shoulders, trying to hold him down. "It's OK, it's OK," I said, "It's OK. Freddy and I have an understanding. It's OK." Ted calmed down and I resumed pumping up and down on his shaft. "I told him everything about last night and he seems to like the arrangement. At least temporarily, anyway. We had even more fun today in the shower - I let him fuck my ass for the first time," I explained to Ted as I sank down on his cock and wiggled my bottom. "Freddy's totally OK with it. Anything goes while we're here in Las Vegas, we decided." "I see," said Ted nervously, "anything goes, huh?" "Anything goes," I confirmed, pumping faster on Ted's cock and leaning forward to kiss him while we fucked. I slid my pussy up and down on Ted's cock and we kissed in a wet, sexy open-mouthed kiss while he played with my tits. At that very moment the door to the bathroom opened and Freddy came out, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist. Ted froze, unsure of what to expect. Freddy did a double-take but quickly regained his composure. "Carolyn, you're insatiable!" Freddy said with a laugh. "I suppose this is Ted?" "Freddy, this is Ted. Ted, Freddy," I said, without missing a beat on Ted's cock. Ted was still frozen as Freddy stepped forward and extended his hand. "Pleased to meet you Ted. I hear you and Carolyn had quite a night last night." "Uh, yeah," Ted said hesitantly, lying on his back and reaching out with his hand. "Nice to meet you, too." Ted shook Freddy's hand while I rode his cock, my tits bouncing in time with my gyrations. "Well, kids," Freddy said, pulling on his pants and shoes, "I've had about as much as I can handle today, so I'm going to go play some poker. You two have fun now, OK?" Freddy turned to me, "stop by the poker pit later to say hello, baby, OK?" He leaned down to kiss me while I rode Ted's cock like a pogo stick, my pussy gripping his rod with every movement of my hips. Freddy gave me a passionate kiss and played with my left tit while Ted played with my right. It was wonderful, kissing my husband and fucking my lover while they both played with my tits. "OK," said Freddy, breaking our kiss and heading for the door. "See you later gotta go. Nice to meet you Ted. Love you honey!" As the door slammed Ted looked at his watch with alarm. "Oh, no! I gotta go, too!" he groaned. He rolled me over on my back and pumped his cock into me, locking his lips with mine. I loved the feeling of his body on me, pressing me into the soft bed, his chest hair tickling my nipples, his hard cock forcefully pumping into my pussy. I reached down to rub my clit, my finger gliding in soft circles against my little button as Ted's shaft slid inside me. I felt yet another orgasm welling up and pressed harder, and suddenly spasms were shooting through my torso and my arms and legs tingled. At the same time Ted tensed up and sank his cock as deep as it would go, spraying his seed inside my belly. We lay together as our orgasms subsided, my skin tingling and Ted's cock releasing the last spurts into my pussy. "God, that was great, Carolyn," Ted said, reaching for his pants, "but I really gotta go. Can I see you later?" "Maybe," I said. "We'll see what happens . . ." Making Plans After Freddy and Ted left I lay back on the bed thinking about my day. I had been fucked by Freddy, Darren and then Ted, blown Darren and Freddy, and even let Freddy fuck me in the ass for the first time. But even with all that, I was still lying there on the bed fingering my clit. I just couldn't get enough. I was wondering what tomorrow would bring when suddenly I had an idea. "Hello, concierge? This is Ms. Tyler in the Penthouse Suite. I'd like to arrange a private poker game in my room, you know, with a table and dealer from the casino. Is that possible?" "I'm very sorry, Ms. Tyler, but the state strictly prohibits gaming outside of the casino area. Perhaps we could arrange a private game for you in the Casino Club, which is members only?" "No, I don't think so. Thanks." Damn, I thought, no private poker game. Freddy would have loved that. I rolled over on the bed and noticed Ted's cell phone lying on the floor. I figured it fell from his pocket while we fought over his pants. I chuckled, thinking that he lost the fight and his phone. Feeling nosy, I flipped open the phone and pressed the down arrow, scrolling through the names stored in memory. I stopped on number eight - LOUIE. Hmmmmm, I thought. I pressed SEND. "Hello?" answered a gruff, scratchy voice that sounded like it had smoked too many cigars. "Ummm, Louie?" I asked uncertainly. "Who's this?" he demanded. "Ummm . . . I'm a friend of Ted's, and, um . . . I was wondering . . ." Louie didn't say anything. "Hello?" I asked. "Friend of Ted's?" "Umm, yeah." "What's your name?" "Carolyn." "Hmmm," he said, as if trying to place me. There was silence on the line while he thought, then he spoke. "The girl from the elevator?" I was embarrassed for a second, then a feeling of pride came over me. I had power over men, and I was going to use it. "That's me," I replied in my sexiest voice. "Well, Carolyn," Louie said in a very friendly tone, "any friend of Ted's is a friend of mine. What can I do for you?" "I have a problem I was hoping you could help me out with, Louie. You see, my husband and I are staying the in penthouse here, and I was hoping to arrange a private poker game for him and his friends in our suite, with a real table and dealer from the casino. I sort of want some . . . you know, privacy." "I see," Louie said, "you want some privacy with your husband and his friends." Louie had me figured out already. "Well, yes," I admitted, "but the concierge told me they can't do it. I was hoping maybe you could help me." "Hmmm," said Louie, "they're right, it's definitely against the rules. But seeing how you're a friend of Ted's and you've got . . . well . . . Why don't you stop by my office and we'll talk about it, OK? I'm in Security, second floor." "OK . . ." "I'm here all night." Barter "Mr. Franks will see you now, ma'am," said a young secretary. I was sitting in a plastic chair outside Louie's office in a white skirt, heels, and a thin long-sleeved magenta blouse that buttoned up the front. I was pretty sure I could hear a camera lens zooming in and out inside the mirrored globe hanging outside Louie's office, and I crossed my legs to give them a little show. The door opened and Louie stepped out to greet me. He was a giant of a man, about 6'6" and at least 300 lbs. He looked a little older than Ted, maybe 50, and handsome in a gangster-movie sort of way. He wore a dark suit with a red tie and red pocket square, and a big gold pinky ring set with a diamond. "Carolyn, Carolyn," he said with a smile, putting a massive hand on my shoulder, "come in, come in." He closed the door behind me and took my hand in his, welcoming me. The back wall of his office was a floor-to-ceiling one-way mirror looking over the casino. The walls on either side of his desk held dozens of TV monitors, each showing a different scene from the casino - blackjack tables, slot machines, roulette wheels, cashiers' cages, even the employees' locker room. Louie's desk was surrounded by hundreds of knobs and levers and phones and computers, but the middle was clear and covered in soft leather. The wall facing his desk had a single big-screen TV, and I was amazed to see it playing a tape of Ted and me in the elevator from the night before, complete with sound. I watched myself writhing in Ted's arms like a woman possessed, sliding my finger into my pussy while Ted played with my tits. I stared at the screen in disbelief, stunned at my behavior, but oddly proud at the same time. Louie stood behind me with his arms on my shoulders, chuckling. "You could be a star, Carolyn, a STAR! What a performance! But let's talk about your . . . er . . . request . . ." He offered me a seat in front of his desk and settled into his chair on the other side. I watched the action in the casino through the mirror behind him as we spoke. "So," he said, "you want to have a table game in your private room, right?" "Right," I agreed firmly. I was quickly slipping back into my businesswoman style, and it felt strange to act that way while I was dressed so lewdly. "Sorry. Can't do it." Louie sat back in his seat and looked at me, shaking his head. "Nevada Gaming Commission," he explained, "I could lose my license." "But . . . I thought . . . you said . . ." I protested. "No, no, no" corrected Louie, "I said we'd talk about it. I didn't say we'd do it." "OK," I said indignantly, now firmly in business mode. "Then let's talk." "OK," agreed Louie, rocking in his chair. "Let's talk. You're asking me to risk my livelihood. What's in it for me?" Ohhhh, now I understand! A knowing smirk spread across my face. I took a deep breath and let the businesswoman in me fade away. "Well, Louie, what do you want?" I asked suggestively. Louie looked to the TV where I was rubbing my clit and moaning while Ted was telling me what I slut I was. Louie turned to me and smiled. I stood up, went to the door, locked it and slowly approached Louie's desk. "Do you want me to put on a show for you, Louie? Your own private show? Would that be worth the risk?" "I think we're talking about a little more than a 'show' here, darling, if you know what I mean." I nodded, getting closer to his desk. "I hear you Louie. OK, look, here's the deal. I'll take care of you any way you want right now, but tomorrow night -- all night -- I want a table in my room, a dealer, a bartender, and seats for four guys. And," I added, turning to the big TV, "I want the tape. Do we have a deal?" Louie thought for a moment. "You want a waitress, too?" "Don't worry, Louie," I laughed, "I'll have that covered." He nodded knowingly. "I'm sure you will, darling. Yeah, we have a deal." He sat back in his chair and stared at me. "I sure hope you don't work for the Gaming Commission." I laughed and rose from my chair seductively, keeping my eyes locked on him. I lowered myself onto his desk and slowly swung my legs around toward him, sliding my butt over to his side of the desk. I placed a heel on each arm of his chair, spreading my legs in front of him. Louie reclined back with his hands behind his head, his eyes at the same level as my lacy thong underwear. I could practically feel his breath on my pussy. He looked from my face to my crotch, nodding and smiling. My tiny skirt had ridden all the way up my thighs, completely exposing my panties to him. I rubbed my thighs lightly from my knees up to the thin strip of lace covering my slit, tracing my pink fingernails along my smooth white skin. "How does this compare to the view in the elevator, Louie?" I asked enticingly. I ran a finger along my thong, making myself jump. "Nice," he said, "very nice." I smiled at him and pulled my skirt up to my waist and spread my legs wider. I moved my hands to my blouse and toyed with the top button, undoing it slowly and working my way down. When I had all the buttons undone I went back to my thighs, lightly rubbing myself while my blouse hung loosely from my shoulders. Louie was sitting back quietly, licking his lips and enjoying the show. I undid my cuffs and pulled my arms out, letting the blouse fall from my shoulders. I unzipped my skirt and dropped it on the floor, leaving me on Louie's desk wearing only my panties, bra and heels, my legs spread in front of Louie's face. From where I sat I could look out over Louie's head through the one-way mirror at the casino, making me feel like I was on stage in front of thousands of people. I looked out to the casino and rubbed myself, running my hands lightly over my flat belly and my bra, and tracing the outline of my slit through my thong. The lips of my pussy were clearly visible through the thin material and I teased Louie for a long time, touching my pussy for him and for the crowd on the casino floor. My body tingled as I reached behind my back to undo my bra. I released the clasp and pulled the straps off my shoulders, leaving the cups resting loosely on my breasts. I could see a bulge growing in Louie's slacks and I smiled, leaned forward, and let the bra fall to the floor. I leaned back on the desk, pointing my hard nipples at the ceiling, imagining that everyone in the casino could see my tits. I imagined that everyone could see the private sex show I was giving to Louie, imagined that they could watch me make Louie's cock get hard, imagined that they could watch me take Louie's cock from his pants and suck it into my mouth. My imagination was running wild when I felt Louie grasp my butt in his huge hands, an ass cheek in each palm. Louie picked me up off the desk and brought my pussy to his mouth, holding me like a piece of fruit and burying his face in my cunt. He pulled my panties off and laid me back on the desk with my legs draped over his shoulders, the bare skin of my calves against the expensive wool of his suit, and then he went to work with his tongue. He ran his mouth along the lips of my pussy and sucked my clit into his mouth. Holding my ass in one hand he slid a big, fat finger into my hole, working it around and making me squirm. Louie's middle finger was as big as a small cock, and when he pumped it in and out of my pussy it felt like I was being fucked right there on the desk in his office, lying there naked and being fucked by Louie's fingers for everyone in the casino to see. I raised my head up off the desk and looked out, watching people bustling about on the casino floor right on the other side of the mirror while Louie fingered and licked my pussy. Louie pumped his big finger into my snatch and nibbled my clit as I watched the world go by and suddenly I was overtaken with the same illicit pleasure I felt in the bar, and in the elevator with Ted, and on the golf course with Darren. God, I'm an exhibitionist, I realized. Waves of orgasm. 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