Vegas Trip to Remember

by Anonymous


Every year the sign business has a large convention that we like to attend. Last year the convention was held in Las Vegas.
I talked my wife, Donna, into some needed time-off from family duties and flying out with me, making a mini vacation out of the whole thing.

Once we arrived and checked into the motel I got in touch with Steven, a ham radio friend that I had been talking to off and on for years, but had never met.
After discussing our schedules for the next few days, I decided that Donna and I could unpack and relax for the rest of the afternoon and meet Steven later for dinner at the restaurant in the lobby.

Steven never took his eyes off Donna as I made the introductions.
Of course she looked great that night.
Donna is a 5' 6" redhead with green eyes. She's an attractive woman, not a model but very sensual.
She has a few extra pounds here and there but that only adds to her feminine sexuality.

That night Donna was wearing a black knit skirt, red satin blouse, stockings, and heels.
She looked fantastic and obviously felt so as well.
Throughout the evening Donna was having a great time, with Steven on one arm and myself on the other.
Donna was the center of our attention, both of us flirting with her and Donna loving every minute of it.

When we turned in that night Donna wasted no time in initiating sex.
During our lovemaking I noticed how hot and wet she was.
When I asked her about this she blushed and admitted that being escorted all night long by two attractive men had really turned her on.
I told her that I also enjoyed watching her flirt with Steven.

During the next several days things progressed along the same lines.
Steven and me lavishing attention on my wife, and later in the evening Donna and I fucking like newlyweds.

On our last night in town we decided to do it up big.
First we went to dinner, then dancing.
Donna was almost always on the dance floor, either Steven or myself.
Donna made it a point to dance several slow dances with each of us, each time holding us close to her body.

Back at the hotel we stopped in at the hotel bar.
After a few drinks the conversation started drifting towards sex, jokes and subtle comments flying right and left.
The electricity around the table was getting pretty strong. Steven made it no secret that he was attracted to Donna but limited himself to heavy flirting.

While Donna had her hand on my leg, I couldn't help thinking where she would have her hands if I wasn't with her.
Just thinking about it was giving me a raging hard-on.

Donna and I had talked about fantasies where we have a threesome with another man, but we never found anyone that we not only felt comfortable with, but who we could safely ask without risking our friendship with him if he refused.

I knew this was the perfect chance to make our fantasy a reality but I couldn't figure out how I could ask Steven if he wanted to come upstairs and join us in bed.
I was pretty sure both Donna and Steven would agree in a heartbeat, but if they didn't I'd be the one looking like a fool.
So I suggested that we have a nightcap in our room before turning in, telling Steven we always pack some Irish Mist when we travel.
He said it sounded great and that he would be up in a few minutes.

Once in the elevator I pulled Donna close against me, my hard cock pressing against her bottom through our clothes.
Commenting on my obvious condition she asked what I was thinking of.

"Watching Mike's cock slide into your pussy," I told her.

"Are you sure about this?" "What do you think," I replied and I held her hand tight against my cock.

"OK then. Just hold that thought."

When we got into our room Donna removed her shoes, stockings, and panties, setting them on the table so that Steven would see them.
She then moved one of the stuffed chairs into a position so it faced the other chair, then sat down.

When Steven arrived I settled myself on the bed and he sat in the chair across from Donna.
As we drank we resumed our discussion from the bar, as always centered around sex.
Donna slowly shifted her position and slid one of her legs onto the arm of the chair, which raised her skirt enough that I knew Steven must be getting and eyeful.

Obviously getting worked up and unsure what to do about it Steven jokingly said, "Donna please either cover that pretty little pussy of yours up or let me get a good look."

"Well for a good look," she said while raising her skirt "you'll have to get a little bit closer."

Steven started to get up but then paused and looked at me.
"Sounds like an invitation to me," I told him.

Steven wasted no time at all in getting his 'closer look'.
He knelt on the floor in front of Donna and began licking her pussy, while I started kissing her while fondling her tits through her blouse.

In just a few minutes Donna began shuddering with orgasm, pulling Mike's head harder against her pussy as she drove her tongue into my mouth.
Standing her up we removed my wife's sweaty clothes, and then she helped both of us strip.

Turning around, Donna bent over grabbing the back of the chair she had been sitting in and spread her legs apart.
Looking over her shoulder she told Steven, "Now it's your turn."

He moved up behind her, positioning the tip of his cock against her waiting pussy Steven entered her.
Holding her hips he fucked her, pulling almost all the way out, then driving his cock in again.

I stood close, mesmerized, watching my wife getting screwed by another man. Watching his cock, wet with her juices, sliding in and out of her pussy was the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
My cock was getting so hard it hurt.
I was afraid to touch myself at all for fear I'd cum right there.
Reaching his peak thrust harder and harder, finally holder her tight against him as he came inside her.

As soon as he pulled out of her I laid Donna down on the bed.
Putting her legs on my shoulders I rubbed the head of my cock against her slick pussy before sliding my cock inside her.

Her freshly fucked pussy was hot and wet with both his cum and hers. Knowing I was too excited to hold my orgasm back for too long, I started thrusting for all I was worth.
With our eyes locked together she mouthed to me, "I love you."

As my own orgasm overtook me I came saying, "I love you too Donna, oh god how I love you!"
As I rolled off her Steven came over to take my place between her legs.
He had been stroking himself while he watched us fuck, making himself hard again.
Holding Donna in my arms we began kissing deeply as Steven once again entered her pussy.
He went more slowly this time, his hands massaging her breasts as he fucked her.
Watching my wife getting slowly fucked by Steven, seeing her totally give in to her passion, was overwhelmingly erotic.
Within minutes my cock was hard again.

Throughout the evening we where constantly trying new positions.
Both Steven and I pleasing Donna with our hands, tongues, and cocks.
Being the sexual focus of two men was driving Donna crazy with passion.
Steven and I traded places several times, one of us fucking her, while the other one watched, sometimes pleasing Donna with our hands, sometimes having her suck our cocks.

When we finally reached the end of our endurance Steven returned to his room.
Donna and I took a long hot shower. Returning to bed we fell asleep holding on to each other.

The next morning Donna and I spent some time discussing the previous night's activities.
We both needed to know how we felt about what had happened before returning to our everyday lives.
We were able to accept the fact that adding another dimension to our sex life didn't effect our love for each other.

What we had done, we did as a couple in love with each other.
We met Steven at the airport and said our good-byes.
He thanked us for a memorable evening and told me what a special lady I had.
We thanked him for helping us make our fantasy come true.

While we haven't had another threesome since, we both have kept ourselves open to the idea.

I can't wait to tell her that Steven will be coming to town on business this next Friday and will be staying over the weekend.