Wife Went To Vegas, Got Drunk... And Horny!!! (with Pictures)My wife took her friend to Las Vegas for a bachelorette party last January. It was supposed to be 5 girls, but 3 of them backed out. They didn't let that spoil the trip at all! Now before they left, I told my wife she had a free pass to do anything she wanted as long as she told me all about it. I helped her pack and picked out all the low cut tops and slutty dresses I could find. She told me nothing sexual was going to happen, but that didn't stop me from filling her head with all of the erotic possibilities before she left.
The two of them arrived a little before noon Thursday, dropped off their bags and had drinks in hand exploring the ***** almost instantly. I got the occasional text throughout the day about guys flirting with them, but nothing crazy. To try to get her turned on, I started sending her **** pictures as the day turned into night. That evening, the 2 of them headed to New York New York to spend a little time playing black jack.
Well, guy after guy joined them at the table that night. As I am told, several guys rubbed her leg and all of them stared at her ****. At about 5:30 in the morning, the dealer suggested they head back to their room as it was quite late and they had been playing for 8 hours straight.
She slept in the next day and after getting ready, she started sending me texts flashing her **** in the shirt she was wearing that day. I encouraged her to find some guys to fool around with, but she said she was just there to have fun with her friend. They spent the day walking the ***** and sitting at tables and the day progressed just as the one before.
Pictures she sent that morning.
On their final night, they had tickets to go see Peepshow. For those that don't know, it's a topless show about a girl trying to find the right guy to **** her. Being an erotic show, my wife wanted to dress somewhat slutty. She picked my favorite little black dress that is very low cut and stops just below her perfect ***. The top of the dress is so low cut that if she turns even slightly her bra is quickly exposed. If she doesn’t pull it back, after a few motions, the full bra cup is out on the open. Typically this isn't an issue, as either myself or one of her friends are quick to point out the slipping. However, tonight she didn't want her bra to be hanging out all the time, so she picked the smallest one she had that just barely covered her large nipples. As it was January, and somewhat cold, she wore black tights with it.
Pictures She sent me from dinner.
After the girls changed, they headed down for a pre-show dinner and a few drinks. They chose a Mexican place that over looked the casino floor and started enjoying margaritas. As they finished dinner, four older (mid 40s) gentlemen approached them and invited them to join them on a walk down the *****. They said that they had tickets to the show in a little over an hour, so they couldn't. The guys suggested they head to the bar for a few drinks. Being polite, they would never turn down a free drink, so they agreed.
They grabbed a high top table with two stools and sat down while a guy stood on either side of them. As it was a small table and she had to talk to the people on either side of her, my wife did a lot of turning back and forth. Every couple minutes her friend would remind her to pull her dress back over her bra. However, the guys quickly caught on and would put their hand on her back and lightly tug the dress and try to block her friends view. It became a game of how long they could have her bra out.
At one point, when both of her bra covered **** were fully exposed, her friend reached across the table, cupped both ****, and bounced them as she said to put them away. "No fair! If she can touch them, we should be allowed to also." One of them said. I am not sure if it was the drinks or my steady stream of encouraging texts once she told me she was surrounded by guys at the bar, but she responded with "who is stopping you?"
That was all the opening they needed. She told me from that point on, there wasn't a second that went by when there wasn't at least two hands on her body, rubbing her leg or *** or squeezing, bouncing or just holding her ****. They kept switching places and got bolder by the second. They would take turns putting an arm around her shoulder and sliding their hand into her bra. They started off gentle, just moving their fingers over her hardening nipples; then pinching them between their flattened fingers, until finally just openly tugging on them. By this point, she had let them slide the cups of her bra under her ****, and the only thing covering them was the thin material of the dress that was getting looser and looser the more they toyed with her.
They had been pressing their covered ***** against her arm, and she admitted to occasionally squeezing when one touched her hand. The front of her dress had been pulled up to her waist under the table and she had kept her legs apart to welcome their touching for a while now. When I told her it was too bad she wore tights, she agreed and said that she was shocked they hadn't rubbed a hole through them. She had completely soaked through her panties and the front of the tights had a large wet spot.
Then, one guy who she had taken a liking to was standing behind her, her hand was behind her back, rubbing his ****, his left hand was between her legs rubbing her **** and his right hand was blatantly holding her left breast. She heard his friend say to him "we could totally **** this chick". Hearing that, she arched her back, tightened her grip on his **** and let out an audible moan. "Soon enough" he answered, pulling his hand out of her dress and grabbing his beer.
She was in heaven and loving every bit of the attention. That is, until reality came back around as a college kid walking past on the casino floor shouted "nice ****!" His group of friends cheered. She looked down and saw that both **** were fully exposed and she had no idea how long they had been out or how many people walked past and didn't say anything. Out of shock she pulled her bra back over her **** and fixed her dress. Her friend, who my wife has no idea what was happening too as she was too zoned out from her own excitement, pointed out that the show was about to start and they had to go.
The guys once again tried to talk them out of going to the show, but her friend wasn't having it. They agreed to meet up in a few hours in the same spot and spend the night walking the *****. My wife hugged each one of them who held her *** and pulled her close. Then she went to hug the one who had left her topless for the casino to see and he open mouth kissed her. Passion filled her and all she could do was kiss back. They said good bye and headed for the show.
They grabbed a couple more drinks on the way in and were seated as the stage lights came up. She has no idea how the show started as she had spent the first half hour texting me all the details. I was hard as a rock and jerked off 3 times reading everything she was telling me. I asked her if she was going to meet them after the show. She said “sure, why not?” I told her there was no way they were walking the ***** and that she would be naked in one of their hotel room ******* all 4 of them by 2am. She said that was to going to happen. I said that she would at least blow one of them. To that she responded "maybe ;-)"
I came again as I read that. That was the last text I got at 1:30am our time. Being 3 hours behind Vegas time, staying up every night hoping to hear a sexy story, and the massive amount of **** stroking finally took their toll on me. I passed out about a half hour later.
At 4:30am, my phone rang. My heart started racing and my **** sprung to attention. I didn't even say hello. "Did they get to **** you?" I asked. "The stupid ***** drank too much and is now passed out on the casino bathroom floor. How the **** am I going to get her back to the room?"
She was pissed. It turns out that as they left the show, her friend went straight to the bathroom, as my wife waiting in the spot to meet the guys. After her friend was going for 10 minutes, she figured she needed to go look for her. She found her with her hair in the toilet, passes out on the floor. She spent almost an hour trying to get her up. Eventually she got her up and helped her back to the room. By this time it was well passed the time they were supposed to meet them. I told her to go down stairs and see if she could find them.
While the excitement had worn off, my encouragement gave her a little hope. She got her friend into bed and changed as her dress was in no shape to go back out. She looked around for the guys and couldn't find them. She played a little more blackjack before heading back to the room to pack for the 6am flight back home. She texted me as they were leaving for the airport.
"No luck :-("
I have to disagree. When she got home, I read her everything she texted me while rubbing her soaking wet ***** and playing with her ****. The whole time asking "is this how he touched you? How bad did you want to **** him?" As I slid my **** inside of her, she whispered in my ear, "I would have let him do this if he had tried." And with that, I filled her with the biggest load of *** I had even felt come out of my ****.