Bewitching night in Sin City

I stripped put of my clothes, and climbed into the shower, beckoning to my husband with a come hither smile. He knew I was already extremely turned on - and this was only the beginning. He climbed into the double sided shower, as I let the spray flow down my long brown hair. He poured the vanilla scented bath soap onto my ample breasts, and I gasped at the coolness of the liquid. My nipples immediately became erect little pink buds. He didn’t miss a beat as he quickly devoured my right breast - grazing the nipple between his teeth. His hand cupped my other breast as he used his thumb to tease my nipple. I sighed as he began to grind into me, obviously as turned on as I was. His throbbing erection pressing against my clit ready to bury itself inside me. I freed myself from his lips as I bent before him, the shower soaking my face as I took his cock head between my lips. He moaned as I took him deep into my throat. His eyes closed and he leaned against the shower wall to brace himself. As I glanced up at him, he grabbed the back of my head & pressed me further onto his cock. He began to fuck my face starting with a slow but steady rhythm, driving his large cock deep down my throat, then pulling out to the very tip. I could taste him becoming more and more aroused and could sense his rising need as his thrusts started coming faster and faster. I reached down between my legs and began to finger my freshly waxed cunt. My fingers teasing the outside of my lips pinching my erect clit. The next thing I knew, my Husband reached down under my arms and in one movement rapidly pulled me to my feet, turned me around and pressed me against the wall of the shower. His hard cock took my vagina from behind, pressing my breasts against the shower wall. He grabbed my hair as he fucked me with such forceful need. His right hand reaching around to pleasure me as he drove his cock into me, mashing me over and over and over against the wall. His pace quickening as I started to feel him twitching inside of me. The combination of the cool ceramic on my tits, the attention to my clit and his anticipated climax caused the waves of pleasure to rush over me. My orgasm sent him over the edge. He let out a loud groan as he thrust into me one last time & then held me still as he emptied his load into my pussy.

“Wow“, I said, as I turned to look at him.

He smiled sheepishly, as he reached again for the soap. “You are pretty dirty, lets get you cleaned up.”

After our shower romp, at least some of the sexual tension had subsided…at least until it was time to put on our costumes. I dressed in my black Playboy Bunny outfit, taking care that my lace topped thigh high stockings were even before I began with my hair & makeup. My husband began dressing in his smoking jacket & slacks - leaving his broad chest bare. I could see him watching me as he fixed a drink at the mini bar, trying to conceal his growing erection as I slipped into my stiletto heals. “Almost ready dear?” he asked.

“Almost”, I replied as I put the finishing touches on, dabbed my sexy perfume behind my legs, between my cleavage, and on my wrists. I turned to the mirror and applied the fake eyelashes I bought on a whim. As I considered my reflection in the mirror, I had to admit, the eyelashes really completed the look and made me look very seductive.

I put on my long coat, and announced I was ready. We left the hotel room, rode the elevator down to the casino, passing knowing looks from the gambling patrons, and out to the taxi line. The doorman hailed us a cab, and was almost drooling as he caught a glimpse of my thigh high stockings as I climbed into the cab.

My husband gave the address to the cabby and we were on our way. As we flew past the lights on the strip, it became obvious that the address was taking us somewhere south of the main strip. After about 10 minutes, we pulled up to a giant house surrounded by a large rod iron fence. Many people in costume were also arriving as we paid the cabby and approached the front door.

Butterflies were in my stomach as we gave the doorman our names. He checked his list and allowed us entry, winking as we entered. The foyer of the large house was marble and we could hear voices coming from just to the right. We walked into a large living room where there were many costume clad guests chatting, and getting to know each other. A man in a green camo outfit walked up and greeted us. He identified himself as our host for the evening. He offered to take our coats & give us a tour of his home. Feeling a little out of place & nervous, we graciously accepted.

As he walked us from room to room, introducing us to other guests as we went, the sexual anticipation began to replace our nerves. The house was huge and all of the rooms had been decorated for Halloween. Each room had a different theme, and all had large king sized beds with fresh sheets. On the nightstands in each room were bowls of condoms, lubricants, and hand towels. I reached over and grasped my husband’s hand. He glanced at me with a glimmer in his eye and a lustful expression on his face. As we walked to the basement, we became aware that the action had already gotten started down here. There was a wide open room with two stripper poles in the middle of the room. The lighting was dark with only candles providing glimpses of the writhing bodies on both poles as well as on the numerous couches in the room.

I gasped as a manicured hand grabbed mine & pulled me onto a couch. The hand belonged to a beautiful woman scantily clad as some sort of butterfly. She leaned into me, and pressed her lips against mine, causing me to melt. Her lips felt do soft and she smelled intoxicatingly sexy. I noticed that our host had disappeared, but my husband was looking on with lust at the sight of his wife locking lips with a beautiful stranger. He bent down, and whispered into my ear - “I am going to grab a drink, want me to bring you something from the bar?”. I simply nodded, and then turned back to my new friend. My husband slipped away to give me a few minutes alone with this sexy stranger.

“Mmmm, you smell wonderful” my new friend said as she nuzzled my neck. “Have you ever been with a woman before?” I shook my head no as she found my lips again. Her tongue danced with mine as we familiarized ourselves with each others bodies. I glanced up and saw that there was plenty of intense sexual activity taking place in the room. The moans of the couples writhing within feet of us providing a backdrop to our fondling. “My name is Beth, what’s yours?”

It seemed so surreal to be in her arms, kissing her, and introducing ourselves with an air of casualty. “I’m Tara“, I replied, as she began kissing my neck. Her long blond hair brushing my shoulders. I had not experienced a sensuality like this before. Don’t get me wrong, I love my huband’s cock, this was just different, softer. Beth pulled me closer to her, her fingers grazing the thin fabric shielding my breasts, I shuddered under her gentle touch. We repositioned so that I was laying back in the corner of the sofa, she straddled one of my legs practically in my lap, our breasts pressed against each other as we began kissing with more intensity. A soft moan escaped my lips as I began to get even more turned on. This seemed to spur Beth on because she grabbed my tits with both hands, never letting her lips leave mine. Her tongue deepening into my mouth. I could feel the heat rising between her legs as she ground her pussy into my leg. She reached into the bodice of her costume and removed both of her gorgeous breasts. I had never done this before, but I didn’t hesitate. I took her right nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue. As I did, her head fell back pressing her tits forward to me in an offering I could not resist. I pushed both of her tits together and lapped at both of her nipples at the same time. She leaned forward and her long blond hair, combined with my long brown hair created a curtain of intensity.

“I can’t leave you alone for a minute”, I heard a voice say. I looked up at my husband who was obviously enjoying the show.

“Hi Honey, meet Beth”, I purred. Beth smiled, then bit her lip, as she anticipated what would come next.

My husband Michael simply winked at us. Beth climbed off of my lap and stood before him. I watched, as he locked eyes with our beautiful new friend and they exchanged an unspoken lustful look. Beth turned to me, and again grabbed my hand, while at the same time grabbing Michael’s Bicep. “Lets take this somewhere a little more private”.

We entered one of the unoccupied bedrooms. The walls were painted a deep red, and the crisp white sheets were a sharp contrast. Beth pulled me to the bed and began kissing me deeply. Her body was amazing and it wasn’t long before she decided to show us all of it. She wriggled out of her green sparkly costume, leaving only a very small pair of thong panties as her only coverage. I glanced at my husband, who had leaned against the door jam, not quite sure what his role was going to be yet. Following my glance, Beth climbed off of the bed and approached my husband. Grabbing him by his belt and pulling him towards the bed, her head dipped down and her tongue teased the nipples on his bare chest as she continued walking him towards the edge of the bed. Once they got there, they both turned their attention towards me, noticing that I seemed to be much over dressed. Beth climbed up behind me and unzipped my costume. As she pushed the straps from my shoulders, and exposed my breasts, my husband climbed onto the bed and took my breasts into his hands, while kissing me. I quickly slipped out of my dress, leaving only my stockings, heels and lacy panties.

My husband pushed me back on the bed and took my right tit into his mouth. Beth followed suit, and began to suck on my left one. The double attention on my tits was almost too much to bear. I was moaning completely in lust. Beth began to kiss her way down past my stomach to the edge of my panties. Her hot breath on the outside of my core was such a turn on. She pressed her lips to the lace covering my clit, and I felt her tongue begin probing the material. She was making my pussy so wet. She pulled my panties down and began to lick my slit, while Michael remained intent on my tits, occasionally glancing at the action between my legs, Her soft lips and gentle lapping was causing me to writhe in passion. I could not believe this was happening. Not only was I experiencing complete erotica, but my husband was getting to enjoy it as well. I was very close to coming, but I wanted to prolong the sensation. I asked Beth if I could return the favor, she flashed me a smile as she pulled down her panties. We moved into a sixty nine position, with Beth on top, and as her tongue found my clit again, I tasted her pussy. I was a little tentative at first as I slid my tongue between her lips, taking in her sweet taste. As I became more bold, I ground my face into her cunt.

While we were busy pleasing each other, Michael had stripped down naked, and was stroking his giant cock. I reached my hand out to him. He again climbed onto the bed and lay down beside us, watching every moment and taking in the sounds of our sexual play.

Then, he reached for a condom, rolled it down on his erect cock, and brought it up behind Beth, his balls hanging within inches of my face. He reached out and grabbed her hips as he plunged his cock deep into her pussy. I was sucking her clit, as my husband was filling her hole. It made her go crazy. She lifted from my pussy and began riding his cock feverously. I slipped out from under her, and watched my husband fuck her doggy style for a few moments before he flipped her over onto her back. “Suck my tits” she said, and I was happy to oblige. I climbed on top of her, and began sucking her gorgeous tits and kissing her beautiful mouth, all the while grinding my own pussy on her pelvis while my husband continued to plow her sweet pussy. Next, Michael pulled his cock out of her, ripped off the condom & plunged it into my pussy from behind. I was grinding on top of Beth as my husband began sawing in and out of me. Beth and I got into a rhythm rubbing our clits together as I was being fucked. God it was so hot.

Beth soon slid out from under me, and placed her pussy in my face, wordlessly, I began to lick her slick cunt. My husband was fucking me while I was licking another woman’s pussy, what an incredible sensation. It was even more erotic when I saw my husband reach up over my shoulders to play with her nipples. The sight of me eating her pussy combined with the remembrance of having been inside that same pussy only moments before, caused my husband’s thrusting to grow more intense. Soon he was ramming my tight little pussy with full force. I knew he was getting close. Beth started moaning “Fuck your hot little wife, while she eats my pussy you dirty boy”. I looked up to see the expression on her face, Michael must have seen it too, because a moment later, I felt his hot load stream into my pussy.

Then Beth began to moan “God you eat my pussy so good, you’re going to make me come”, I increased my attention on her clit & ground my face further into her slit. She grabbed the back of my head & pressed harder as she ground her pussy in circles against my face. “Oh God, Yes….Yes…Yes” she wailed, as I felt her muscles clench against my tongue. I then tasted her sweet nectar as she finished her orgasm with me still between her legs.

I was a little worried that I was going to be forgotten, but I should have known better. After taking only a moment to recover, Beth climbed between my legs to clean my husbands seed and return the favor. As she lapped, she began moaning against my clit, causing intense vibrations, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, she thrust three of her fingers into my pussy, causing me to see bright colors as I soared into one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Afterwards, Beth got up, put on her costume straightened her hair as best she could, blew us both a kiss and slipped out the door. We lay there for a few minutes reveling in the experience we just shared and then began to dress.

By the time we reached the main part of the house, there was no sign of Beth. She had already slipped out. We called a cab and headed back to the hotel, both of us silent in our afterglow. As we drove, the lights of the strip came into full view, and it was at that moment I knew why they called it Sin City.

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