A weekend to remember - Chapter 1

A weekend to remember

Note: The following story is purely fiction.

The story contains nudity, sexual elements, as well as sex, but it was not my main focus when writing this story.

English is not my first language and I have never been to Vegas.

Please, do not copy, repost or publish this story anywhere.

Tags: Bi-sexual, blowjob, cheating, consensual sex, cum swallowing, exhibitionism, masturbation, non-erotic, prostitution, voyeurism, wife

Chapter 1: Pizza, burgers and Prosecco

“I’m in the lobby. Come find me!”

I attached a picture of the front desk and hit send. It only took a moment before the little dots started to bounce at the bottom of the screen.

“Down in 5!” the message said once it finally appeared on my end.

I couldn’t help but smile as I read it and I reacted to her message with a thumbs-up emoji, then lowered my phone to look around the huge hotel lobby. This was my first time in Vegas and after the initial shock of being met by actual slot machines at the airport terminal (with what seemed to be actual people playing them), but no Elvis impersonator, I got stuck having to wait an eternity and a half for my luggage at the belt. There were suitcases of all shapes and sizes on the belt alright but none of them with the name Hannah on them. Tapping my foot impatiently and checking my phone multiple times, I was soon convinced. Yes, my bag had taken a detour through the Vegas Strip before finally showing up.

An annoyed Hannah and potty break later, I had finally managed to find a cab to drive me to The Venitian where Jennifer had booked us our room. The pictures had been impressive, but standing here, surrounded by all of the polished stone and sky-high ceilings – the pictures hadn’t made this place justice. And this was only the lobby!

Sitting at the edge of the large fountain, I crossed uncrossed and recrossed my tights-clad legs, allowing my right foot to bounce a little as it dangled freely. You probably weren’t supposed to be sitting here, but there were no seats around and this offered me a good view of the front desk, the elevators and last but not least – a perfect view down The Grand Colonnade.

Biting my lip, I peered down at my phone and hit "Next” on my “Vegas!” playlist that I had created for this trip. It was a weird mixture of songs that I mostly associated with having a good time and the song that came on was “Uptown Funk” by Mark Ronson featuring Bruno Mars. Immediately, my bouncing foot fell into the beat of the song.

I was nervous. But mostly – I was excited! This trip had been in the making forever but we had finally managed to align our schedules. With both of us being married and having careers, it had proven to be quite the challenge, and we were going to have three nights together. The plans were to go shopping, go bar-hopping and eat some good food, but most important of all: We were going to get to spend some time together, and it was going to be a weekend to remember! My hands slid into the sleeves of my light grey hoodie, not really from being cold (even if the AC seemed to be on full blast), but maybe to settle my nerves a little. It was comforting.

Jennifer, or Jenn for short, had arrived a couple of hours earlier and had used her charms (or possibly her money), to get us an early check-in and gain access to our room already, which she had texted me about earlier.

Thank you!

We were to stay in a Luxury Two Queen Suite, and judging by the pictures I had seen on the website, this place wasn’t lying when they claimed to have “The largest standard suite on The Strip” – the room looked massive. At least compared to any hotel rooms I had been staying in. Yet, this was their smallest room! Everything really was bigger in Vegas.

Even if this was my first time in the city, Jennifer had been there several times and even stayed at this very hotel three times before. She had told me it was the place to be, and if it was good enough for her, then it would most definitely be good enough for lil’ ol’ me.

The bouncing of my foot picked up a little and my hands moved to pull the hood up over my head, obscuring my face a little and I used my fingers to rearrange my hair, allowing the loose, wavy curls to show better – hanging down to at least partially cover my breasts. Not that they were very visible through the bulky hoodie, but still. Readjusting my glasses, my eyes then darted back and forth across the vast marble and polished stone spaces as I anxiously scanned the large area for Jennifer. Then, there she was!

Jennifer was approaching from The Grand Colonnade which was to the left of where I was sitting, walking as fast as her short legs could carry her (which might not have been very fast at all). To be fair, it’s not like she was the shortest person ever at five foot two, but that still made her five inches shorter than me – a fact that I was all too happy to point out as often as possible. As I watched her, I noticed how her blue eyes, matching my own, seemed to sparkle with excitement. She wore a pair of dark blue tights, which I assumed were a pair of Lululemon’s since those were her favorites, and they truly made her legs and booty look great and of course, up top she was wearing a long-sleeve tee – because what else would Jennifer be wearing? Even though she wore her blonde hair up in a messy bun, I could tell that she had straightened her normally very curly hair, just like she said she would and I couldn’t help but smile to myself at the sight of my friend.

Catching myself, I quickly bowed my head a little to mask my features even more as she walked straight past me and into the check-in area. My eyes turned down to my phone in my lap as I waited for the message I knew would arrive in three.. . Two.. . One.. .!

“Where are you?”

There it was, and I intentionally took a little longer than necessary to reply as I watched her spinning around the lobby, looking for me but not paying any attention to the seemingly bored woman sitting less than twenty feet away.

“Behind you!” I texted her, and I watched her as she immediately spun around to look towards the front desk again, facing away from me.

“You other behind!” I texted as she stood there for a couple of seconds, looking really confused before she spun around again, looking in my direction but not directly at me. Grinning to myself, I took my AirPods out and tucked them away, along with my phone. Then, getting to my feet, I pulled the hood down, revealing myself to my friend.

Jennifer had noticed me as I stood up, but it still took her a few moments to realize who she was looking at as I stood there grinning at her. It was like she was staring at some reality TV star that she couldn’t quite recognize but was desperately trying to place. Her jaw dropped as realization dawned on her but then a huge grin spread across her lips and she immediately came skipping, or half-bouncing towards me.

“Hannah!” she almost cried out, throwing herself into my arms and hugging me tightly.

I couldn’t help but smile, as I returned her hug, rocking us back and forth. We were both giggling from the pure joy of finally being together. She smelled fresh and I suspected that she had taken the time to shower after her flight. We both clung to each other for a little longer before she released me and took a step back. Her left hand instantly went to my hair, gently gripping it and running her fingers through the silky strands of blondeness, looking at it in awe while I was still smiling so much that my face hurt.

“You’re blonde!” she exclaimed, clearly surprised, bouncing a little in excitement where she stood.

During my senior year of high school, I had decided I needed a change. The change consisted of me dyeing my hair into a light shade of blonde and had then stuck with it, even if it had gotten a little darker over the years. I liked it, everyone else seemed to like it and most of the friends I had made after high school never even knew I was a natural brunette as my blonde hair was something that many people associated with me and it was my most distinguished feature for many years. For good reasons, considering the time and money I poured into it. Then, for reasons we don’t need to go into, my hair needed a break, and I had gone back to my natural color. Part of me always missed the blonde and only the week before jumping on the plane to Vegas, my hair stylist and I had decided that my hair was once again ready. It was now a dark-blonde color, with some lighter highlights and I was quite happy with it. It was not the almost-platinum-blonde of my youth, but a more mature look.

Jennifer however had only known me as a brunette as we had only known each other for a couple of years but during this short time she had grown to be the most important person in my life, outside of my family of course. She was the most amazing person. Smart, witty, gorgeous and we shared the same humor and taste in, well, everything. Did I mention she was gorgeous?

It was only quite recently that she had seen pictures of my blonde self and she had been telling me how she had absolutely loved that look on me and I hadn’t said a word to her about me dyeing my hair again so clearly she hadn’t been looking for a blonde in the hotel lobby.

“Well, yes!” I said, trying to still my smile and put on a neutral face, which was almost impossible because all my face wanted to do was to smile. “I can tell nothing escapes that sharp mind of yours!” I nodded my head at her, struggling really hard not to burst out laughing.

“But you didn’t tell me!” she complained, still running her fingers through my hair.

“I can tell nothing escapes that sharp mind of yours!” I repeated, still struggling to keep a neutral face and I reached out to lightly tap her temple with my left pointer finger.

Jennifer blinked her eyes at me, then let go of my hair to punch me in the shoulder. It wasn’t a hard punch by any means but more an expression of her frustration.

“Oh, you just think you’re so funny, don’t you?!” she said accusingly, shaking her head at me, but the smile was back on her lips.

“Well, duh!” I told her, earning me another little punch which was expected since I knew how much she disliked being duh-ed, but I simply couldn’t help myself. “You know I’m funny!” I confidently stated, nodding my head at her, unable to keep myself from smiling now. “I’m funny as heck!” and I teasingly poked my tongue out her in a childish way.

We stood there for a little longer as Jennifer explained some things about the hotel and how we were staying in the North Tower, not the South one that I had been waiting by. She stood looking at me as if I had understood any of what she had just been saying. There were towers, plural? Giggling and shaking her head at me, she grabbed me by the hand and started to tug me in the direction she had come from. There was so much to take in as we passed shops, lounges and cafés.

“Hey!”, I said, pointing to my left. “There’s a Starbucks here.”

“No, there’s not a Starbucks here, ” Jennifer said, giving my hand another little tug. “There are four”.

I could only gape at this, not knowing if she was being serious or not and it didn’t get any better when we found our way onto the large casino floor moments later. I would have to check that out later, even if I didn’t know anything about gambling. But what’s a long weekend in Vegas without at least having tried it?

***

As we stepped into the elevators to head up into the North Tower, Jennifer blipped her card, pressed the button to the 22nd floor, then handed me another card.

"Thank you!” I said, giving her a little nod, then pushed my luggage over to her. “Be a doll and bring this to my room, will you?”

She snorted at me but dutifully grabbed the handle of my purple Samsonite spinner, pushing it in front of her as the doors opened. I followed her until she stopped in front of a door, waiting for me expectantly.

“This us?” I asked, holding my card out, about to blip the door when she shook her head at me, then turned around to point at the door behind us.

“That’s us, ” she said, still pointing to the door, clearly trying to hide her grin. She paused to look at me, then quickly added, “Now you know why you shouldn’t hire me as your bellhop!”.

I rolled my eyes at her but then also turned, blipped the card and opened the door. In true Jennifer fashion, I expected a mess to be greeting me – but the room was surprisingly neat, at least from where I was standing. Nodding to myself, I carefully stepped in, Jennifer trailing behind with my luggage, and setting an example, I kicked my sneakers off and glanced around the little hallway we found ourselves in.

The first thing I noticed was the huge, full-length mirror to my left, and to my right there was a double-door opening into the bathroom. And I had to say that it was a pretty good bathroom! There was a small vanity or makeup station with lit-up mirrors immediately to my left with a small, white, padded seat in front of it; a double vanity (with Jennifer seemingly already having claimed the right one) and a large, lit-up mirror straight ahead which offered great lighting; a separate water closet with a full-length mirror on the door; a large tub that seemed like it could fit the both of us with yet another large mirror mounted on the wall behind it was to my right; and a large shower stall connected to it. The floor in the shower was wet, which only further strengthened my earlier suspicion of Jennifer having showered already. Okay, scratch my previous assessment, the bathroom wasn’t pretty good – it was pretty awesome!

Nodding my head, I concluded my initial tour of the bathroom and I rejoined Jennifer in the hallway. “I suppose this will have to do, ” I told her, trying to keep my voice casual and she gave me a knowing look.

“Have to do, hmm?” she said, grinning at me.

“Well, I mean, ” I started to say, then pausing for effect before continuing, “since we’ll only be staying here for three nights.” I casually waved my hand in the direction of the bathroom before moving into the rest of the suite to continue my exploration.

“Right.. .” she said, trailing me as I entered the bedroom area.

The color red was a theme throughout this part and everything looked very pristine with very little wear from what I had been able to tell so far. Yes, it would most definitely do.

To my right were the two queen beds with a large TV mounted on the opposite wall. Some of Jennifer’s stuff lay scattered across the first bed and the small, padded bench in front of it – and she immediately stepped up to it to pick up a discarded, dark grey hoodie that I assumed she had been wearing during the flight. Turning, she put it on a hanger next to a couple of dresses and a skirt in the open double-door dresser behind her. Someone had come prepared for a couple of nights out!

“I figured I would take the bed closest to the bathroom since I’ll probably have to get up in the middle of the night, ” she said in an apologetic voice.

I suppose I could’ve given her a hard time about this. But making decisions like choosing which bed, or choosing which side of the bed to sleep on always gave even me anxiety and it was not like I was too bothered about which bed was mine. As long as there was a bed – I would be just fine. Plus she was right about her being the one getting up in the middle of the night, so it made sense.

We had discussed just getting a king-sized for us to share but in the end we had decided to go with separate ones and I had jokingly told her that it would be for the better since I didn’t want to end up sleeping in all of her sex juices after she had gotten her that BBC gangbang.

“You’re sure you didn’t just want the one closer to the dresser with all of the shopping you were planning on doing?” I teased.

“Please, ” she said, giving me a dismissive wave. “I’ll only be shopping for lingerie, and thongs don’t take up that much space.”

“Oh, will you now?” My one eyebrow arched up, giving her a curious glance, and before she had a chance to reply, I bent down to test the padding of the little bench in front of the bed where her hoodie had been. “You’re planning on kneeling on this in your brand-new lingerie while getting railed from behind by some hot stud then?”

Jennifer didn’t answer, but her face turned red. Enjoying the reaction I got out of her, I gave her a little wink, then turned to walk over to my assigned bed. Sitting on the edge of it, I gave it a couple of test bounces, deciding that it was perhaps a little too firm for my taste but that it would probably do just fine – and best of all: It was a duvet!

Somehow, I managed to get back up again, even though I really just wanted to lay back and take a nap right there and then after my exhausting flight.

Back on my feet, I walked towards the two steps leading down into the sunk-in living space area. Apart from a generously sized, angled, couch with a coffee table and a smaller end table; there was a small, round table with seating for three; an armchair and a cabinet that held two fridges – the one on the left being empty and the one to the right being fully stocked. To finish this living area off, they had hung yet another TV which hovered above the cabinet. So, yes – we had two big screens in the room, neither of which would probably get used by us.

“I mean.. .”, I started to say, turning to make sure I had Jennifer’s attention as I continued, “It’s not a cheap motel couch, but it might do”. My hand motioned to the couch as I gave her a knowing little nod.

A while back, we had been joking around, talking about what it would be like to be taken at a cheap motel. The super-tacky kind with a large “ROOMS BY THE HOUR” sign outside and I imagined last R had already fallen off, lying on the ground since the owner couldn’t be bothered to fix it, with the U being on its merry way to joining it. A place like that had to have an equally tacky couch, dating back to the ‘70s, probably in an unflattering shade of brown or green. No sane person, and definitely not my classy Jennifer, would ever want to touch the couch even with a stick but she could still be forced down onto it or bent over it. Like a cheap. Motel. Whore.

“That’s actually.. .” she started, then bit her lip. “A pull out”.

“Oh?” My eyes went back to the couch, then to her. “So this is definitely where you’ll be getting fucked then so you don’t need to stain your bed?” Nodding my head to myself, I then added, “Clever!”

Not waiting for her to reply, I spun around and curiously stepped up to the huge windows and placed my right hand against the wall of glass, probably leaving a mark on it. Steadying myself, I leaned forward a bit to peer outside. We were pretty high up and we might not have a fancy strip view (more of a glimpse of the part of The Strip that wasn’t very exciting at all), but we did have a nice view of the pool area which looked very appealing. I decided then and there that we were definitely going to check that out before our stay was over.

“So, the room is okay?” Came Jennifer’s voice from behind me. She had moved and was now standing leaning her forearms against the rail that separated the bedroom area from the living area. Her hands were clasped in front of her and she was peering over at me curiously as if awaiting my judgment.

Slowly, I turned and started to make my way toward her – climbing the steps and trapping her between the rail, the wall and my bed.

“Yes!” I exclaimed, tackling her and forcing her onto my bed. She was laughing as I pinned her down, showering her forehead, cheeks and chin with tiny kisses, causing her to squirm under me.

“It’s more than fine, Jenn!” I beamed down at her, planting one last kiss at the very tip of her nose, then pushed myself up and tucked my legs in under me to sit next to her as she lay panting but happily smiling on the bed.

“So, what’s the plan?” I asked her as she tried to steady her breath and I turned slightly towards her to brush away a few loose strands of hair from her face that, thanks to me, had now escaped her bun.

Her tee had ridden up slightly and a thin strip of her pale, white skin was visible. It took a lot of willpower from my side not to reach out to run my finger along it. I also noted that being flat on her back on the bed like this was the only time you could maybe tell that her breasts had had work done to them. Other than this position, it was virtually impossible to tell as her 34D’s looked very natural, not to mention very good and the outlines of of nipples were barely visible through her long-sleeve tee.

“I don’t know, ” she said, her breath finally starting to calm down. “Lunch, maybe? Or some kind of food at least? Or did you eat on the plane?”

I had in fact eaten on the plane, but it hadn’t been a lot because quite honestly, the poor excuse of a chicken wrap I had hadn’t all that impressive. Plus, that was hours ago and the clock was now just shy of 2 PM. I was also feeling quite tired from the long flight, not to mention quite gross from not having showered since I left home what felt like a day ago.

“No, I could get some food, ” I said, slowly getting off the bed and walking over to my luggage to open it while Jennifer, who was still remaining on the bed, propped herself up on her elbows to peer over at me.

“Though I won’t be going anywhere before showering first. I smell like cheap airplane and hotel lobby”, I complained as I was digging my toiletry bag out, then immediately raised my right pointer finger to stop her from saying anything. “Don’t!”, I warned her.

Jennifer bit her lip, making a show of her not saying anything as I wandered off to the bathroom.

“Keep me company, will you?” I asked over my shoulder.

“Uhm.. .” I heard from my bed as I entered the bathroom. The bag went on the makeup station and I carefully set my glasses down next to it, then proceeded to pull my hoodie off and threw it over the side of the large tub. Next were my tights and socks and I opened the shower door to get the water running. It wasn’t too difficult to figure out since there was only one tap. How very modern of them I thought to myself. Even my husband, Patrick, might be impressed. The only minor complaint I might have was that there was only the one wall-mounted showerhead. No overhead rain shower and no hand-held. But you can’t have everything, right?

Deciding I might as well pee while at it, I went to explore the separate water closet. It was pretty neat. Definitely served its purpose and the additional privacy was a very nice touch.

Having flushed and stepped back out, Jennifer was still nowhere to be seen and I let out a little exasperated sigh.

“You need a written invite or something?!” I called out, shaking my head at the missing blonde and I was in the middle of unhooking my plain, black bra as she appeared in the door.

“There, sit, ” I said, pointing to the small, leather-padded bench by the makeup station sitting on the opposite wall from the shower, my bra dangling in my outstretched hand. Seeing a now jean-clad Jennifer enter the bathroom I turned to toss my bra on top of my already discarded pile of clothes, then stepped out of my black thong and left them on the floor just as Jennifer found her seat, neatly planting her hands in her lap.

I noted how the shower was already mostly fogged up, then stepped over to where Jennifer was sitting to grab a hair tie from my bag. My hands went up to pull my hair into a bun to keep it out of the water and as I was standing there next to her I took the chance to get a better look at Jennifer’s hair that was now down. She must’ve taken the time to run a brush through it as well because neither the bun nor the mess I had created earlier on the bed was anywhere to be seen. Reaching out, I lightly ran my fingers through her blonde mane and she turned her head slightly to peer up at me.

“It looks really good, ” I told her, my eyes moving to meet hers, not even having to tell her that I was referring to the time she had spent on her hair before getting here, just like me and I got a little smile in return.

“Well a girl’s got to do whatever she can to try to keep up with you!” she said, giggling, but I could see a light blush on her cheeks.

Smiling, I ran my fingers through her hair again, enjoying the feel of her silky strands as I admired my friend.

“Trust me, you don’t even need to try. You’re gorgeous, Jenn.” I told her in a soft voice, hoping I was able to convey how genuine I was being and I leaned down to plant a light kiss on top of her head, getting a light whiff of her products before finally stepping into the shower.

“Thanks.. .” she mumbled behind me.

As I was showering, we discussed our flights here. Hers had only been about three and a half hours and I quickly went on to moan about my much, much longer one. Especially the connecting flight had been a pain. Life could be so unfair. Being a good sport about it, Jennifer sat through my complaining and even offered me a few comforting words here and there, as well as offering that next time we should go somewhere more in the middle.

The shower worked miracles though and as I turned it off, I did feel better. Then, realizing the mistake I’d made, I called out for Jennifer.

“Could you maybe help grab me a towel?” I asked, still standing there in the shower, squinting as I peered at her through the fogged-up door. Big droplets of water were running down my body and I wasn’t very keen on opening the door and letting the cool air in.

“Not. A. Chance, ” came Jennifer’s calm voice, smiling and slowly shaking her head at me. “You should’ve thought of that before!” The smile on her lips grew as she nodded her head matter of factly.

“Oh, come on!” I moaned, turning to wipe my hand against the fogged-up door so that I could see her through the glass and brought my hands together in a pleading manner. “Pretty please?” I asked her in my sweetest voice, adding a little smile.

“Oh, I do like it when you beg, ” she said teasingly and she shifted forward in her seat, causing my eyes to narrow slightly. “Do it again! Like a good girl, ” she added.

Letting out a heavy sigh and counting to five, I then tried her again. “Could you please bring me a towel, Jenn?”

Jennifer didn’t say anything this time. Instead, she only shook her head slowly, looking quite pleased with herself.

“You’re the worst!” I growled and pushed the door open, leaving the warm safety of the shower stall to step into the much cooler bathroom, not even bothering to wipe my feet off on the already damp shower mat. Instantly I felt my body reacting to the drop in temperature – the familiar feeling of my prominent nipples tightening in response and I caught my own naked reflection in the large mirror in front of me. Yes, those were some hard nipples.

I wouldn’t say that my breasts are my favorite part of my body. They’re okay. My age (with me being in my late thirties), and breastfeeding had left their mark, causing them to droop slightly compared to the teen Hannah and my 36C, possibly D (I didn’t actually know what size I was anymore), chest was bigger now compared to then, mostly thanks to the double pregnancies. Also, after number two, my now significantly larger nipples, poking out half an inch when fully hard, seemed to be standing at attention a lot more often than they used to. Fortunately, my husband didn’t seem to mind my larger breasts, their change in shape or my perky nipples. His hands, lips and tongue had spent a lot of time trying to convince me of this since I had been a bit self-conscious of this at first but needless to say – I was since long thoroughly convinced.

Muttering to myself, I stomped my way over to the double vanity to grab a towel from the shelf underneath it, leaving a wet trail all the way over there. Jennifer was laughing now and I couldn’t help but join in moments later while still trying to feign being upset with her.

After having managed to calm back down again, I slowly turned towards her.

“So, do you have any idea where to find this food?” I asked her as I was towling off. “I mean, I did see a couple of places down at the lobby, but not sure if they had any food.”

“Well, there are so many places here to eat, ” she said, straightening her back a little and waving her arms. “Assuming we stay in the hotel for now and don’t go exploring. If we do, the options are infinite!” Her arms made an even grander gesture, then bent down to pick my discarded panties off the floor, folding them and neatly placing them next to my toiletry bag and glasses.

“You’re the expert, ” I said with a shrug, tying the towel around my naked body and starting to make my way out of the bathroom, only to stop in the doorway to snap my fingers. “Heel!”

I could almost hear Jennifer roll her eyes at me behind my back, but moments later she was back in the bed area with me as I was digging through my bag for something to wear. Jennifer had already warned me about the AC and I had definitely felt it while waiting for her in the lobby. It had made quite the contrast, walking in from 80F outside to the much cooler air inside. 80F was really warm by my standards. Especially considering that it was only late March. We could only dream of getting those kinds of temperatures during summer.

Scanning the bag once more, I opted to match Jennifer’s look and got a pair of jeans out, along with a matching set of bra and panties. They were dark blue, pretty close to the color of the Lululemons Jennifer had been wearing earlier and they were all lace. Not something I would normally be wearing at home, but this was Vegas!

“Oh.. .!” Jennifer exclaimed, pointing to the things I picked out. “Looking to impress someone, are we?”

“Oh, please!” I snorted. “You wish!”

“No. You wish!” she shot back, giggling.

Ignoring her, I discarded the wet towel to put everything on. I finished the look off by adding a cobalt blue button-up shirt, then shook my hair loose from the tie. Perhaps not the most exciting of looks, but it was stylish enough and it could be worn for shopping, lunches and drinks. Getting some other things out of my luggage, I hung them in the dresser next to Jennifer’s things and we both did a final mirror check before heading out the door only to return moments later as I had forgotten my glasses, much to Jennifer’s amusement.

***

Jennifer guided me towards the Grand Canal Shoppes and if I had been looking around in awe before, this place was something else. The roof was a beautiful blue and with the lights, it looked just like the sky outside. My phone was out most of the time, taking pictures and short videos while Jennifer was trailing me, smiling at how touristy I was being. I was half tempted to jump into one of the gondolas!

It was just after 3 PM when we finally found a table at Brera Osteria by St. Mark’s Square and this was apparently the time to be here since it was Aperitivo hour – 50% off on pizzas and wine! If you’re going to get scammed, you might as well get scammed while it’s 50% off, right?

We decided to share a Margherita and got a glass of Prosecco with it because we were celebrating after all, plus “When in Rome” and all of that jazz. By the time the pizza arrived, my tummy was growling. I was probably hungrier than I had realized. The pizza was delicious, the company was even better and the people around us were fun to watch.

“So, ” I started with my mouth full of pizza, “did Lex seem happy to get you out of the mansion and get a couple of days to himself?”

“Pfft, ” Jennifer snorted. “I’ll have you know that he was miserable.” She was waving her left hand around to make sure I knew just exactly how miserable her husband had been. “Miserable!” she re-asserted. “He kept begging me to stay since he knows he won’t be able to fend for himself without me being there to take care of him!” Letting out a little sigh and shaking her head, she then added, “The place’s going to be a total mess when I get back!”

We both looked at each other for a moment with Jennifer clearly struggling to keep a straight face, then we both started laughing out loud at her statement, turning a couple of heads in the process.

Yes, that was probably exactly what wasn’t going to happen. If anything, Jennifer was the helpless one when her husband was away. Alexander, or Lex as I tended to call him (despite everyone else usually calling him Alex), was Jennifer’s better half, and they had met back when Jennifer was still in school. Every time he was traveling for business and was about to get back, I would always get to hear about Jennifer scurrying around the house, trying to clean all of the mess up that she had managed to accumulate during the short time he had been away. This was of course assuming I could even get a hold of her since it tended to take her all day to clean up. Best of all, they did have this adorable little thing where they always bought each other flowers to welcome the other one home so I was sure she could be expecting a nice bouquet to be waiting for her, come Sunday evening.

“Yeah, right”, I said, giving her a knowing little nod and taking a sip of my drink as the laughing died down.

“You know it!” Jennifer happily said, raising her glass in my direction before taking a sip too, then continued, “And everything was okay with the boys?”

“Well, ”, I said, sighing. “They were still asleep when I left, but there may have been some clinging and whining last night.” I took another sip, needing a little break as my heart was breaking at the memory of my boys being so sad that their mommy was leaving, then shook my head and smiled to myself, remembering the other half of the night before. “And, with Patrick, there was.. . other stuff, ” I added as I put the glass back down.

“Uh-huh, ” Jennifer said, grinning at me knowingly. “Butt stuff, I bet!”

Hearing her, I quickly glanced around the tables to see if anyone had heard her, spotting couples and families left and right, then shot her a glare. I was blushing profusely.

“The fuck, Jennifer!” I hissed at her once I had made sure that no one had been paying attention to her.

Jennifer was looking a little too pleased with herself as she waved her hand in my direction, giving me another knowing little nod.

“Oh, come on. We both know how you love getting that butt of yours stuffed!” Jennifer smirked – probably mentally awarding herself the “The Friend Who Knows Everything” trophy.

Okay, even if this was true, it was not something you were supposed to be announcing in the middle of a restaurant in the middle of the day, and I pointed my finger at her.

“You better watch it, or I swear you’ll live to regret it, ” I told her, trying to seem like I really meant it but Jennifer only laughed and brought her glass to her lips again.

“That reminded me though, ” I started in an attempt to steer the conversation away from my butt, “I need to buy something for the boys and I may have promised someone Lego.”

“Well, not the kind of toys I thought you’d be interested in, ” she started to say, keeping things innocent before quickly stepping things up. “If anything, I thought you’d be looking for a big butt plug or a huge dildo to.. .” Both her hands were up, trying to show me exactly how big. “... satisfy that anal craving of yours!”

That was it. My face was burning red in embarrassment and I quickly got up from the table and reached for my bag as if about to leave. Spotting the little black bottle of lube in there (intended for this very purpose) did not make things any better and I silently scolded myself for not even having buried it deeper in my bag. I didn’t even know what where the sudden interest in anal had come from. When I was younger it was something I always tried to stay as far away from as possible because it hurt and it was gross, but in the last couple of years I had been all about anal. It wasn’t even like I could climax from that on its own and yet it was so very good! It was probably more the knowledge of being fucked where you shouldn’t be fucked and the mental state it gave me when offering all of me to my husband. It was stupid, but it was also a bit of an obsession now, and my fellow blonde across the table knew this all too well. Fuck me for over-sharing.

Jennifer was visibly vibrating in her seat as she was trying to hold her laughter back and she was almost gasping for air as she tried to speak again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Hannah!”, she croaked. “Please – sit that lovely butt of yours back down again.” Inhaling and exhaling deeply, she had to take a moment to calm herself down before adding, “I’ll behave now. Promise!”

Slowly, I sank back into my seat again, eyeing her warily but choosing to believe her this time and I set my purse back down as well.

“Well, you better!” I said, half-scolding her, scowling as I scooted my chair back in and went back to munching on my pizza slice to calm myself back down again.

“Bet you wished you had Daddy mounted on that chair though!” she said behind her hand, muffling most of what she was saying and I shot her another warning glare.

For context, “Daddy” was the largest toy I owned, and yes, it was quite big. Big as in coming in at just over two pounds and being as thick as (if not thicker than) a Coke can at the base. And, yes – it did feel amazing up my.. . there. I had only named it “Daddy” for kicks and for some reason that I really couldn’t think of, I had been stupid enough to mention all this to Jennifer. And no, Patrick did not know about this particular rubber lover of mine.

It took her a moment, but Jennifer somehow managed to calm her temporary Tourette’s down and sat quietly before meeting my gaze again to simply state, “I was right though”. The smile on her lips reappeared again. “On both accounts!”

Muttering, I raised my glass and emptied what little was left in it. As Jennifer was still giggling, all I could do was give her a big eye roll and flip her off.

***

We ended up staying there for a little over an hour before deciding it was time to resume exploring the hotel.

The Waterfall Atrium, even though that was technically part of The Palazzo, was our next destination and again my phone was out, much to Jennifer’s delight – and after some quick window-shopping in the nearby stores, we started to head back.

On our way back, we passed the Juliet Cocktail Room and we promised each other to visit that place at least once during our stay. The place was closed now, but it looked cozy, and making one last detour, we headed off to Walgreens to pick up a couple of bottles of Prosecco and even more water. Yes, there was a Walgreens connected to the hotel! This place was just crazy.

When we finally made it back to the hotel room, it was a little after 6 PM and we decided to take a quick nap before we would go dinner-hunting.

We didn’t bother to set an alarm and the next time I opened my eyes, it was already past 8 PM, our “quick” nap having turned deep hibernation. Debating how to get everything done, we decided to order room service while we were getting ready to save time and both of us decided on the Signature Burger. I wasn’t too impressed with the fine print at the bottom of the menu that read, “All orders will automatically be charged applicable sales tax, plus an 18% service charge and a delivery charge of $9.” Things like that were just very un-Hannah-like but Jennifer insisted.

We took turns using the shower again and I took the time to get my razor out. I had already done this the previous night so only some very light touching-up was needed. Six weeks into my 12-week IPL home treatment, I had already noticed a significant difference in hair growth – especially when it came to my legs and after a quick run with my razor, the small patch of dark hair at the top of my mound was now in perfect shape. Not that anyone was going to get to see it but it always made me feel better to know that everything was as good as it could get – legs, pits, kitty!

Making sure the doors to the bathroom were closed, I got my favorite lube out from my toiletry bag. The small, black, inconspicuous bottle went everywhere with me. I of course had a smaller one in my handbag too and I would make sure to bring it with me tonight as well. Not because I would be using it, but simply because I liked having it with me.

Unscrewing the cap and placing my right foot up on the little seat in front of the makeup station, I squirted a small amount of lube out onto my right middle finger. Watching my naked reflection in the mirror, I then pressed the slick finger against my tight little sphincter and it didn’t take a lot of effort before the finger was buried all the way inside of me. Withdrawing my finger again, I repeated the process once more, adding even more lube, glancing over at the door, wondering what Jennifer would say if she were to walk in on me like this. Honestly, with everything we shared, she probably wouldn’t even have been surprised, but it would still have been embarrassing. I’m not sure why exactly, but I just really liked the feeling of being lubed up. It always made me feel sexy and I wanted that for tonight, even if I wasn’t going to be doing anything with anyone.

About twenty minutes later, there was a knock at the door. I was in the middle of doing my face so I quickly told Jennifer to go get it.

“But I’m not even dressed!” she whined from the bedroom.

“So what?” I yelled back at her, and I heard her whimper. “Get your butt to the door!”

I wasn’t dressed either but in the same bra and panty set I had been wearing earlier so I quickly closed the doors to the bathroom and moments later I heard her let the guy in. There was some mumbling, followed by some noises which I assumed were the food being brought in. After a little more mumbling, there was a loud pop, followed by some giggling, which I could only assume meant that Jennifer had asked whoever was delivering our meal to help open one of the bottles of Prosecco we had gotten earlier and I went back to finishing my makeup.

The plan was for me to skip the glasses tonight as I wasn’t too sure about how well my big-rimmed glasses matched my now blonde hair. This might end up in me tripping over something and making a complete fool out of myself – only time would tell.

Now, I don’t normally wear a lot of makeup anymore. Mostly because it’s a pain but also because I never go out, other than a dinner every once in a blue moon. So there weren’t a lot of occasions for me to bother with it. Tonight was different though and I was just adding some finishing touches to my eyes when I heard the door to the suite opening and closing for a second time. Moments later the doors to the bathroom slid open again.

“Your dinner is served, Ma’am!” Jennifer said, standing there in nothing but a pair of lacy, black panties and a matching bra, along with a pair of black, lace-trim stay-ups and what looked like a pair of shiny, four-inch stiletto ankle boots. Grinning, she curtsied at me.

I turned in my seat, looking her over, allowing my eyes to travel up and down her virtually naked body, the mirror behind her allowing me to see that the panties she was wearing were a thong. This was quite the look on her. All of those hours she had spent in the gym over the last year had truly paid off and as she caught me staring, the corners of her lips curled up into an even bigger grin.

“Like what you see?” she teased, winking at me.

“You did not just answer the door like that, ” I said, avoiding her question, cocking an eyebrow at her and studying her face for any hints of the truth.

Saying nothing, she merely shrugged at me, then turned to walk away, giving me quite the view of her backside and her tramp stamp peeking out from under the black lace. If I thought her legs had looked great in the leggings before, it was nothing compared to how they looked now in those boots.

“Dammit, girl, you’re going to give someone a heart attack tonight!” I hollered after her, earning me a little giggle. “Hot damn!”, then quickly added, “Call the police and the fireman!”

I heard another giggle and then came her singing, “Say my name, you know who I am!”, as she quickly picked up on my “Uptown Funk” reference.

The burgers had been set up at the small table at the far end of the room and I soon joined her there for a well-needed dinner, neither of us in nothing but our underwear. Well, okay – Jennifer was in her stockings and boots too, but it’s not like that did much to hide her body. Yet, I felt so very comfortable sitting there with her, eating and talking about things we might want to do during our girls' weekend. Other than the bar-hopping, shopping and pool time, Jennifer insisted that we would walk the entire Strip – all the way down to Mandalay Bay tomorrow. Or was it up to Mandalay Bay? I had no idea which way was which and I suppose it didn’t actually matter. It was going to be a long walk.

“You know there’s a chance I’ll be hungover and grouchy tomorrow, right?” I asked as I took another sip of my Prosecco, peering over at her and grinning.

“Oh, please, ” she said, waving her hand at me in a dismissive manner. “If anyone’s going to be hungover tomorrow, it’ll be me!”, she added and she raised her glass to me, then brought it to her lips and emptied it.

We both laughed and I dipped another French fry into the cup of coleslaw and fed it to her.

“You better get some more salt then, ” I told her in a maternal voice, giving her a knowing little nod as she munched on the treat.

“Yes, Mom, ” she nodded, her mouth still stuffed with French fries and I stuck my tongue out at her.

***

Finishing up, our meal had been delicious and we both agreed that this was just what we needed since chances were that we would be drinking all night.

After having thrown the trash out (meaning put everything outside the door), we resumed our preparations and I put my “Vegas!” playlist on. We had both decided to wear our hair down so I was just adding some hairspray to keep my natural wavy hair in check.

There was a lot of laughing, dancing and maybe some pictures being taken of us in various poses in our almost non-existent outfits.

“Turn to your right”, I told Jennifer, waving my finger in a little circle.

Jennifer was sitting on the couch, still not having put anything more on but her hair and makeup were as good as done.

“Like this?”

She flashed me a little grin, then turned as instructed and struck a pose, rolling her shoulders back and thrusting her chest out, causing her firm breasts to strain against their lacy confinement, her nipples clearly visible. My friend was simply stunning and I was just able to snap a picture before she started to laugh again which made it really difficult for me to take any more pictures as I started laughing too.

“Okay, switch!” she said after she managed to calm down and I took my seat on the couch instead. If it hadn’t been for the Prosecco in my veins, there was no way I would’ve agreed to this.

Jennifer grinned at me as I took my place on the couch, then snapped a couple of pictures of me as I was holding my glass, then of me sipping from it while gazing out the window, followed by a couple of pictures of me standing by the window peering out at the Vegas lights before I resumed my spot on the couch. Taking another sip, I scooted all the way back in my seat so that my virtually naked booty was pressed against the backrest of the couch and a light shiver ran up my spine as the coarse fabric made contact with the upper half of my exposed buttocks. The shiver caused me to automatically shift my hips and I arched my back, my eyes fell onto Jennifer who had continued to snap pictures of me while I was moving around on the couch. A light sigh escaped my lips as I slowly parted my legs wide – then even wider. Leaning forward, I placed my hands flat against the edge of the seat, pushing my breasts together to generate an even more appealing cleavage. My blue eyes then gazed directly into the camera and I bit my lower lip – summoning my inner seductress.

“Okay.. .” Jennifer said quietly after having snapped a couple of more pictures. “That’s my new wallpaper.”

My body immediately slouched and I rolled my eyes at her. Photosession was over and it was time to get dressed already.

Since I didn’t have a full wardrobe to choose from, I had decided to go with the same shirt as before but this time with one, or maybe two more buttons undone to better show off my cleavage. To go along with that, I went with my black, below-the-knee pencil skirt and a modest pair of black, two-inch heels. Unlike Jennifer, I was not looking to break an ankle. And yes, a pair of stay-ups as well. As a finishing touch, I rolled my sleeves up.

Jennifer on the other hand, went with a brand-new, stretchy, black skirt that came down just barely past mid-thigh and a sleeve-less, black top. Her lips were painted a bright, pink color, matching her perfectly manicured nails. I may have been slightly biased, but I thought we both looked great and we were sure going to have a great night together.

We both ended up in front of the hallway mirror, twisting and turning to make sure that everything looked in order and there might have been one or forty additional photos being taken. Who’s even counting when it comes to those kinds of things nowadays? Compared to the pictures I had been taking all day, this would be nothing.

Realizing we were in the middle of the desert in March, we quickly checked the weather forecast and saw that it wouldn’t be very warm outside so I decided to bring my leather jacket that I had been wearing before getting on the plane and Jennifer got her long coat.

Heading downstairs, we were both giddy with excitement. Since I hadn’t left the hotel since arriving, Jennifer decided that we would take a little trip to watch the fountains outside of the Bellagio because you can’t visit Vegas without having seen them at night – and since it was a running joke of ours, I insisted that we would drop by Flamingo on our way there too.

It had all started when we were discussing the possibility of swinging, an idea that on paper sounded fun but might not work out very well for either of us in practice, and flamingos were one of the things people often used to advertise those kinds of things. Flamingos and pineapples. Especially upside-down pineapples for some reason that I had never bothered to find out why. To me, pineapples were just yummy and the only other significance they might hold was to make things taste better or to start a pineapple-on-pizza argument with easily triggered people. But as I wasn’t a swinger, things tasting better wouldn’t be necessary for me tonight.

On our way to the fancy Flamingo, we passed a couple of other hotels. I couldn’t be too sure, but did they smell cheaper? It was hard to tell but that was what my nose was telling me and I was glad that neither of these were the hotel that Jennifer had picked for us. I was sure the floors in there were sticky.

The plan at Flamingo was simple: Grab some drinks close to the slot machines and make fun of the drones playing them – and since we were in a place like this, I forced Jennifer to have a Strawberry Margarita with me.

As we sat there, watching the people play the slots, it struck me how popular they seemed to be. Hardly any of the machines sat empty and if a spot opened up it was often quickly filled up by the next person who seemed more than eager to throw more money at it. I still didn’t understand the fascination these people seemed to have with these slot machines and quite honestly, I couldn’t even understand what was a win or not. Sure, sometimes I saw someone win a small amount, but It didn’t make much sense to me and my interest in the machines dissipated again as the people playing them were a lot more interesting.

The clientele seemed to be quite varied. Honestly, I had expected it only to be old people with grey hair who would be interested in them. Mainly women if I were to be completely truthful, no prejudice whatsoever from my side, but this was not the case. These machines seemed to attract everyone and Jennifer explained to me how the prices for everything differed, depending on the hotel and what day. For the less exclusive hotels, prices for slots and roulette wheels were normally lower than in a place like The Venetian. And if it was the weekend, prices went up even higher.

We did have a good time, watching everything happening around us, whispering to each other when we saw something that stood out and sipping on our drinks. I will say – these were not the best Margaritas I’ve ever had and we both ended up leaving about a third of them as we burst out the doors about thirty minutes later.

Jennifer grabbed my hand and started dragging me farther down The Strip. I was now sure this was actually down because had checked a map on my phone to get some sense of where we were and where all of the resorts were located. The hotels were a lot bigger than I had thought they would be and there was a lot more walking involved than I had expected when initially glancing at said map. It was also much colder than I would’ve thought it would be and I was regretting not having brought a warmer jacket. Even under my layers of clothing, my nipples were rock hard and they kept rubbing against the inside of my jacket, sending light tingles throughout my body when they managed to rub just right. We came to one of the pedestrian overpasses, taking us over to the Caesar’s Palace side of The Strip and Jennifer then continued to another overpass, with her hand still clutching mine and soon we were standing in front of the fountain we’d come there for!

It was almost 10 PM now and the next show was about to start in a couple of minutes. The place was packed and I poked fun at Jennifer, telling her it was a good thing that she had worn her grown-up shoes or she wouldn’t have been able to see anything at all.

The show was amazing. Loud. But amazing. I didn’t even know you could do that with water and everyone, including Jennifer and I, was applauding as it ended.

Of course, I forced Jennifer to stay for the next show as well since I wanted to record the entire thing and used my friend as a battling ram to inch us closer to the edge of the fountain for an even better view. She didn’t seem to mind though and was mostly giggling throughout the series of bumping into people, with most of them seeming just as happy as we were.

As we started to make our way back, my feet started to hurt.

“I don’t get how you can be walking around in those, ” I said, my hand motioning to Jennifer’s lethal boots as she was tip-toeing her way back up The Strip to our hotel. “My feet are already killing me!” I moaned.

“Oh, stop being such a baby, ” Jennifer said, waving me off. She let out another little giggle and hooking her arm with mine pulled me against her, causing our hips to bump into each other. “This is not a night to be complaining about your feet. This is a night for celebration!” she exclaimed happily, waving her free arm around. “And drinking!”

I couldn’t help but smile at my friend. She did have a point.

***

We arrived back at The Venetian shortly before 11 PM – way past Jennifer’s bedtime. With it being a travel day and the jetlag, we were both pretty tired – despite the little nap we had gotten in earlier. We were also very cold and I had been clinging onto Jennifer on our way back in an attempt to steal some of her body heat. I was now very tempted to slip into that tub but with the both of us having gotten all dressed up, we decided to have one more drink. However, not before dropping our outerwear off at the suite and double-checking that we still looked amazing.

Since it was “Worship Thursday”, the big night of the week for The Venetian’s TAO Nightclub, we figured we should at least drop by to watch the spectacle. Even though we thought it was late, the place had just opened and the line was daunting, to say the least. Jennifer and I only looked at each other and quickly realized that one, we were way too old for this, and two, the girls in the line made us feel even older. As fun as it would’ve been to see what the place was like, that was not happening.

As neither of us was very keen to do much exploring at this hour, we decided we would check out the Juliet Cocktail Room that we had passed earlier in the day. Yes, it was a cocktail lounge, so of course you’re supposed to get cocktails, but as I was looking at the extensive menu, I couldn’t decide on anything and we ended up getting more Prosecco instead.

There was no live band playing tonight, but the vibe was nice and we were definitely enjoying ourselves.

“So, did you give Lex a goodbye blowjob this morning?”, I asked my fellow blonde, taking a sip of the sparkling wine.

“Oh, now it’s okay to be talking about sex?” she asked, looking very amused and mimicking me, taking a sip of her own.

“Well, you started it, ” I scoffed. “Plus, this is not a restaurant full of families!” I raised my finger, indicating I had something more to add before she had a chance to speak. “And, I’ve had significantly more to drink now!”

Jennifer shook her head at me, then took another sip of her Prosecco before putting her glass back down.

“No, sadly no morning blowjob for me, ” she sighed, then quickly added, “I wouldn’t have minded giving one, ” and she gave me a little shrug. “I would’ve loved me some dick this morning!” she proudly announced, possibly a little too loudly and we both started giggling again.

“So, how was that anal last night then?” she asked, innocently fluttering her eyelashes at me.

I gave her a nervous laugh. Hadn’t she dropped this already? I squirmed a bit in my seat and I was quickly reminded of the lube. Fuck, I really wouldn’t turn down some anal right now.

“The butt stuffing was good, thanks for asking, ” I answered politely, trying to look serious, but the alcohol made this very difficult. Yes, I was going to blame the alcohol. “Patrick didn’t go too hard though. Not like when, ” I gave her a look and nodded my head, “you know.. .!”, I said, referencing an evening that had left me especially sore and unable to sit properly for days, not to mention it had left me out of action for weeks to come. “I didn’t want to risk having to sit on a pillow all the way here!”

The memory sent the both of us into another fit of giggles. Okay, so maybe it was a little funny looking back at it now.

“I was like.. .” I continued, remembering the morning after and I tried to mimic how stiffly I had been moving around while still remaining on the bar stool, and Jennifer almost spat her drink out from laughing.

We were sitting at the bar, laughing at our Flamingo adventure when I felt someone’s elbow jabbing me twice into my back. I tried to ignore it, but then it happened again, and again, and again. Either someone had terrible depth perception or I was secretly being recruited for an underground fight club. I felt about ready to throw down by now so the latter might’ve actually been an option to me. The place wasn’t even that crowded. Okay, we hadn’t been able to find any open tables yet but there was still plenty of room around the bar so it’s not like this idiot couldn’t find another place to be standing without bumping into me all the time. With a heavy sigh, I turned around to look for this repeat offender.

“Excuse me! Do you mind?” I started to say, trying to hold back the annoyance in my voice in order not to come off like a total Karen and I was met with a pair of deep, brown eyes peering back at me.

“Oh, no, not at all, ” came the deep voice answer and my eyebrow cocked up slightly. “Sorry, ” he continued when his eyes met mine, a little smile appearing on his lips, along with a nice set of dimples on his cheeks. “It’s just my idiot friend here who keeps being a dick”. His thumb pointed in the direction of this friend and he flashed me an apologetic smile.

I felt Jennifer’s foot nudge my leg and turning to look back at her, she raised her glass and took a little sip, smiling from behind her glass.

“Sorry, ” another voice came from behind me and I spun around to peer over at his friend. “I was just pointing out that Nick here really needs to start putting on some weight so that people can’t do this to him.” And with that, he gave Nick another little shove, sending him off balance again and causing him to bump into me once more. Inwardly, I rolled my eyes at them, but outwardly I flashed them a demure smile. Boys!

Again, I felt Jennifer nudge my leg. Yes, these guys were definitely trying to flirt with us. In a very juvenile way, but it was still flirting. Two could play that game and it was time to put my game face on. Taking another little sip of my Prosecco, then emptying the glass before setting it back down, I flashed them my sweetest of smiles.

These guys couldn’t have been very old. Probably college kids. Did they even realize that they were hitting on a mom in her late thirties? Technically, I was probably old enough to be his mom. Had they even noticed my ring, or Jennifer’s for that matter? Not that I minded though. Nothing was going to happen other than maybe some harmless flirting. That was hardly cheating, right? Part of me did feel flattered that we had managed to get their attention and I felt a rush of excitement surging through me.

“Well, the least you can do is offer to get us new drinks, ” I said, innocently fluttering my eyelashes at them and using my right hand to tuck my hair in behind my right ear. Both of my arms pressed a little more tightly against my sides, with my left arm wrapping around my waist. This move had the effect of mashing my breasts together to generate a little more cleavage, something that I was well aware of.

“You know.. .” my voice trailed off a little as I moved the hand down from the side to my face and onto the top of my chest, intentionally drawing their attention to my now boosted cleavage, with my fingers lightly tracing the naked skin back and forth a couple of times. Slowly dragging my fingertips towards the right flap of my shirt, they caught onto the silky fabric and I intentionally tugged it a little more to the side to show off just a tiny bit more skin. In the process, this also exposed the lacy top of my dark blue bra and I didn’t even have to look down to know that my nipples were visible through the flimsy layers of clothing.

“Since you assaulted me and all.”, I added, confident I had Nick’s attention now. Then for effect, I tilted my head slightly to the right, flashed them a little pout and looked up from under my eyelashes.

“Well, sure, ” Nick’s friend said, a little too eagerly. “I mean, that’s the least we could do, right Nick?”, he said, patting his friend’s shoulder. “What are we having?”

“Veuve Clicquot”, I heard Jennifer say behind me, clearly on board with this and the smile on my lips widened as I could see the guys looking at each other, both of them looking very puzzled.

“Weuwe Clickoh?”. Nick flashed me a tentative, but slightly awkward smile.

“Veuv’ Klihkeu”, I clarified, speaking slowly as if talking to a child. “It’s Champagne”, I explained to them, my left hand coming up to gently nudge the empty Champagne flute a little further away from me on the bar top. “And I was only joking, ” I said in a lighter tone now. “You really don’t have to. We’re big enough to buy our own drinks”. Giving them a little wink, I added, “No harm done”.

I started to turn back to Jennifer who was doing her very best to keep herself from grinning after having witnessed my little interaction with the guys. She was toying with the empty glass in her hand and I was about to start ignoring them when I heard Nick’s friend call out “Two Champagne for the beautiful ladies, please!”

Grinning at Jennifer and giving her a little wink, I slowly began to turn back to the guys. At least they weren’t quitters.

“Oh?” My one eyebrow arched up a little, peering over first Nick, then his friend. “You’re too sweet, boys, ” I said, flashing them another million-dollar smile. “And, ” I added, turning my blue eyes onto Nick. “I think you seem to be doing just fine.” Turning my gaze down to his arm, my hand gently brushed over his bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze.

No, Nick didn’t need to get bigger. He was already very fit. And if the tight, maroon shirt, stretching across his broad chest and shoulders didn’t give it away, my gentle grope of his arm certainly did. He felt sculpted under there. Probably not much body fat on this body and the thought sent a tingle running down my spine. It was only that Tommy, his friend, was even bigger. I would be willing to bet my money on that both of them were sporting six-packs under those shirts.

I estimated that Nick was about six foot three, with Tommy maybe being slightly taller as they were half leaning against the bar now, and I had been right about them being in college with both of them studying to be biochemists. Nerds were certainly a lot hotter than they were back when I went to school! With classmates like this, I wouldn’t have gotten much studying done. They both claimed to be seniors, but I got a distinct feeling that they were maybe not being entirely truthful here. Based on the stories they were telling us, I would assume they were sophomores, maybe juniors, which only served to make me feel even older. But, nothing was going to happen.

As the bartender arrived, we found out that “Champagne” apparently translated to Moët & Chandon at the Juliet but who was I to turn down free Champagne, right?

Tommy then proceeded to place another order for them as well. Whiskey on the rocks apparently. I wasn’t sure if they enjoyed the whiskey or if they were only drinking it because that’s what grown-ups are supposed to be drinking when they’re relaxing. They definitely didn’t look like whiskey-drinkers.

I did feel slightly bad for Tommy as he handed over his credit card to pay for our drinks, knowing the Champagne in our glasses now was probably more expensive than the Prosecco we had been drinking before. But, the player’s gotta pay, pay, pay, pay, pay. No, that’s probably not how it went, but that’s how it was now. Shake it off! Tommy. Shake it off! Plus, Tommy had been the one who had been shoving Nick into me, so in that sense, it only seemed fair.

Funny enough, that was the exact moment when Taylor Swift’s song “Champagne Problems” started playing.

Once our glasses had been topped up, we clinked our glasses with the guys’ in a toast to new friendships and Vegas. There were a few winks during the toast but I feigned ignorance at this. Again, nothing was going to happen. Or, at least not for me I thought to myself as I peered over to the happy blonde at my side.

While Nick was Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome (probably a hint of Hispanic in his blood), with his hair in a neat cut, Tommy was quite the opposite with longer, almost shaggy, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, matching my own, Nordic features better and we found out that he allegedly had some Norwegian ancestry, so that made sense. Of course, this had led to us sharing a toast to The Nordics.

We stayed at the bar for a while until Nick spotted an open table with three seats and we got up to claim it. Standing up gave me a chance to study the guys better and I realized that might’ve misjudged their height slightly as they seemed taller than my initial estimate with me standing next to them. Especially considering I was in heels.

“After you, Tommy said, ” flashing us a polite smile, waving in the direction of the table and Jennifer and I curtsied before we quickly made our way over to the open table with the boys following close behind, not wanting anyone else to snatch the table up in front of our noses.

I suspected that this act of chivalry was really only a way for the guys to check our behinds out but I was okay with that and I may intentionally have added a little extra sway to my hips as we made our way over there. Jennifer on the other hand was practically dancing her way over there as Elton John and Dua Lipa’s “Cold Heart” was playing and I couldn’t help but smile at my friend enjoying herself.

With the table only holding three chairs, Nick was quick to offer Jennifer his lap, an offer she was quick to laugh off before turning over to look at me for help. As tempting as it was to get her on his lap, I figured it might not be the time. At least not yet.

Jennifer and I ended up sharing a chair, with her sitting on the armrest to my right and my arm loosely wrapped around her waist. Fortunately, it was quite padded and she didn’t seem to be in too much distress, other than trying to keep her legs closed to keep Tommy (who was sitting to our left) from getting a free peek up her skirt as it was constantly trying to creep up her legs. On more than one occasion, she had to pull the hem of the skirt down in order to cover up the top of her stay-ups.

After having settled at the table we discovered that Tommy was clearly the more chatty and outgoing of the two of them, quick to share little funny tidbits of their lives and quick to add funny little narrations to ours. As the minutes ticked by, we soon found out that they were both single and they were both quick to compliment our husbands on “landing such hotties” once they discovered our rings. Took them long enough! Lex and Patrick were apparently a couple of “really lucky guys” and we both basked in their words.

“So, Mika, what do you do for a living?” Tommy asked me, and I flashed him a sweet smile.

“Oh, you know.. .” I, or rather “Mika” (short for Mikaela), started, “just one of those terrible project managers you hear all of those horror stories about”, I explained, adding a little eye-roll, then quickly placed my hand on top of his. “But, let’s not talk about work, I came here to get away from that.”

We kept the flirty conversation going for a bit, my eyes not missing Nick’s hand on Jennifer’s thigh once or twice. “Izzy”’s thigh I should say as this was the name she was now going by. She was blushing most of the time, not sure if it was from the flirting of the alcohol. Possibly both.

As the glasses started to run dry, the guys ordered us another round and once our glasses were once more filled with Champagne, the conversation shifted towards our lucky husbands again. Both Tommy and Nick seemed very interested in hearing about the men we had left at home in an obvious attempt to find out how willing their wives might be to try on a Vegas adventure with a couple of young studs, and again – I was flattered.

Tommy’s hands had found their way onto my thigh on more than one occasion during our conversations and I had returned his affection by lightly running my hand up and down his arm while Nick had been leaning in to whisper something into Jennifer’s ear and she was giggling and blushing a lot.

“But, ” I suddenly announced. “This girl needs to powder her nose.”

My eyes quickly darted over to Jennifer, giving her a little nod and a smile, then turning toward the guys to flash them even sweeter smiles. “Excuse us”, I said, shifting my hand to give Jennifer’s firm buttock a light pat.

She quickly got to her feet, giggling, allowing me to slowly start to rise after her.

The guys were instantly on their feet as well, acting like total gentlemen, but I got the sneaking suspicion that they were only worried that we might run out on them after their Champagne investments.

As I got to my feet, I felt myself swaying a bit and I quickly grabbed onto Jennifer’s hand, squeezing it to steady myself. I was really not used to drinking anymore and this had been my.. . what now? I had lost track of how many drinks I had today but compared to my usual zero drinks, this was definitely more.

“You don’t need to worry boys, ” I told the guys once I stopped swaying, trying to soothe their worry and my free, left hand went to Nick’s chest, lightly brushing my hand across his pectorals, feeling his firm chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, then moving my hand over to give Tommy’s shoulder a light pat. “We’ll be right back!” Winking at them, I turned to exit the Juliet’s.

“Keep my seat warm!”, Jennifer called out over her shoulder, pointing to my seat and winking at the boys who immediately seemed to relax a bit.

Giggling, we made our way to the restrooms, which thankfully were only around the corner, something I had figured out earlier. Always keep track in case of an emergency!

Once in there, I immediately made sure that the place was completely empty and no one else was around before finding a stall. I’m not sure I needed to pee, but I wanted to talk to Jennifer without the prying ears of our college studs.

It didn’t take me long to be done and I went to wash my hands. Moments later, Jennifer reappeared.

“So.. .” I started to say, grinning at my friend. “What do you think?”

After wiping my hands, I turned to lean against the sink, curiously peering over at Jennifer.

“What?” she said, feigning ignorance.

“Oh, don’t give me that!”, and I gave her a you-know-damn-well-what-I’m-talking-about stare.

We both broke into a fit of giggles.

“Well, they are kind of cute, ” she said as she started to wash her hands.

“Uh-huh”. I nodded my head at her. “Cute, eh?”

“Yes. Cute!” she clarified once more, flashing me a sweet smile but I could see a faint blush coloring her cheeks now. “They’re only babies though!”

Not feeling very satisfied with her reply, I folded my arms and arched an eyebrow at her. “Well.. . Are the babies cute enough to blow?”

Jennifer, who had been in the middle of perfecting her lips started to cough and she immediately had to lower the pink lipstick she had been holding to avoid any accidents.

“Say what now?” she managed to croak out once her coughing died down.

“Oh, you heard me, ” I said, stepping in a little closer to her and moving my left hand in under her hair, placing it at the nape of her neck and gently caressing her as I stared back at her through the mirror. “Are. They. Cute. Enough. To. Blow?” I asked her once more, my voice sugary sweet, emphasizing each and every word.

Jennifer’s eyes went wide and I could see her hands gripping the edge of the vanity.

“I... I...“ she started to stutter, but I already knew the answer. I had already seen it in how she had acted around the guys, especially Nick.

“Oh, come on, Jenni. You know you want to, ” I went on, shifting so that I was standing a little more behind her.

Having used my special pet name for her, which I normally only used for special occasions, seemed to have done the trick, as her demeanor immediately changed and she let out a little whimper once my right hand found its way onto her hip, giving her a light squeeze.

“You know you’re dying to suck a little college cock, aren’t you?”

“No.. .” she managed to get out, her voice barely a whisper.

“Oh, you most definitely do!” I was grinning widely now, watching her face closely in the large mirror. “Spread your legs for me, Jenni”, making sure to once more call her Jenni over Jenn.

When she hesitated, I peered down to move my right foot in between her legs, giving the inside of her right boot a light nudge and she quickly widened her stance for me, then, meeting her gaze in the mirror again, I flashed her a sweet smile.

“So, I guess that if I were to feel the crotch of your panties, it wouldn’t be damp right now?”

Still smiling, my right hand found its way onto the inside of her left thigh and I started to slowly trace the silky smooth surface of her stay-ups, sneaking my way up under her short skirt. Once my fingers met the bare skin of her smooth thigh, she let out a gasp and immediately bowed her head, clenching her eyes tightly shut.

“Tell me, Jenni”, I quietly coaxed her, moving my mouth in closer to her right ear and keeping my voice low just in case someone would be walking in on us.

Jennifer’s eyes fluttered open again and she gazed back at me through the mirror. “I want to blow them!”, she whimpered and I rewarded her by lightly brushing my fingers against the damp crotch of her panties.

“See, that’s it”, I cooed softly before continuing, “So when we go back out there, you’re going to be a good little whore for me and play along when I offer them your services?” Wanting to emphasize the word “services”, I pressed my fingers a little more firmly against her panties, and I could feel her dampness soak through the lacy fabric as my fingertip forced her petals to part slightly from my touch.

“Yes, Hannah”, came the whimper. She was almost panting now. From my touch or from the thought of performing oral on the two strangers, I had no idea. But I supposed that the “Why?” didn’t actually matter.

“See, that’s my good girl!” I told her, planting a very light kiss on her cheek, then slowly pulled my hand out from underneath her skirt and she let out another little whimper. “Now, ” I moved to stand to her side instead, leaning my hip against the vanity. “Take off your panties, ” my words not leaving any room for arguments.

Jennifer’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t protest. Instead, her shaky hands went to her hips, tugging at the fabric of the skirt and I couldn’t help but smile as she hooked her thumbs inside of her black thong, slowly pushing them down her legs.

Visibly trembling, she managed to step out of the panties without tripping all over herself, which in her state was somewhat impressive. She was so nervous, and it was adorable. The mere visual of her right now was enough for me to cause a damp spot of my own.

“Here, ” I told her, holding my right hand out to her, letting her know that I wanted her panties.

Jennifer looked at me, but after a brief moment of hesitation, she tentatively handed the tiny piece of fabric over to me and she turned her body slightly so that we were now standing facing each other.

Not able to help myself, I quickly scrunched her panties up in a little ball in my hand and I could see Jennifer stiffening a little. She knew nothing good could come out of this. Or, at least nothing good for her. Me on the other hand.. .

Before giving her time to protest, my left hand went to her throat, gently gripping it and using it to spin both of us so that she was now standing with her back against the vanity – her tight booty pressed against the marble edge of the countertop. Jennifer’s mouth came open in surprise but before she had a chance to utter anything, I pressed her damp panties against her face, covering her mouth and nose with them.

“Smell that, Jenni?” I was speaking in a low, hushed voice. “That’s how turned on you are right now by the idea of sucking some stranger’s cock and that’s why you’re going to be the best little whore you could possibly be for me tonight.”

She let out a little squeak in response, but it was mostly muffled and once more her body trembled but she didn’t move away or try to stop me. Instead, she just stood there, breathing heavily through the lacy fabric, no doubt smelling her own arousal. From this distance, even I could smell her and it was exhilarating. A few short moments passed as we just stood like that before I added, “Now, nod your head if you understand, ” my voice still hushed.

Jennifer quickly nodded her head, and moments later, we heard the clicking of heels against the polished stone floors, along with some laughter and I quickly let go of her and dropped her panties into my bag as three younger, and visibly drunk women stumbled into the restrooms.

They were probably in their early twenties and would probably have been much better suited for Nick and Tommy, but by the sounds of it, they had been having plenty of fun. Oh, to be young and dumb and in Vegas. I would’ve been all over the guys.

Feeling generous, I gave Jennifer a minute to gather herself, and seizing the moment, I grabbed my phone to check what time it was. It was definitely late. Thursday had given way to Friday and it was close to 1 AM. No way we would be up for breakfast in the morning. However, this was not the time to be worried about that and I grabbed Jennifer by the wrist and marched her out of the restrooms – back into Juliet’s where we were met by the boys’ bright smiles as we reapproached our table.

“We were starting to get worried there, ” Nick said as they both stood back up, pulling my chair out.

“Aww, you shouldn’t have, ” I said, flashing both of them a sweet smile. “It’s just this one wasn’t very fast.” Turning to Jennifer, I gave her a little pat on the butt before sitting down, then patted the armrest for her again and she tentatively sat back down, smiling nervously at the guys.

She immediately tried to close her legs but after I gave her left leg a light tug, she caught on and left her knees parted a little. I wasn’t sure they were wide enough for Tommy to see anything, but it was a start and I grinned inwardly.

The guys went on to ask us what we had planned for tomorrow and I tried to give them as little information as possible, not wanting to have them escort us all through our weekend. This was supposed to be a girls’ weekend after all.

“So, this place closes in an hour, ” Nick suddenly said, then looked over at us. “Any chance you’d wanna come up to our room for a drink?”

Yes, the guys were still hoping to score. It was so obvious and still very adorable somehow. It seemed very innocent but I could feel Jennifer squirming next to me as she probably had no idea what plans I had for her that evening and if I were to be honest with myself, in my drunken state, a foursome with these guys seemed very appealing.

“No, sorry, Nick, ” I told him, giving him a little smile. “We both know what that’s code for, ” I said as I gave Jennifer’s leg another little tug, forcing her to part her legs a little wider and my eyes darted over to Tommy who immediately leaned forward in his seat as I continued, “And as I already told you, I’m married, and I’m not going to be doing that.”

Holding my hand up, I flashed him the ring on my finger again, reminding him, then gave Jennifer’s thigh another tug, forcing her skirt to ride up another inch. With her sitting perched on the armrest of my chair with Tommy only feet away from us, there was no doubt in my mind that he now had a clear view of Jennifer’s bald pussy. “However, ” I added, “this one isn’t as strict with her marital vows and might be able to offer you guys.. . something, ” and the smile on my lips turned into a grin as I turned my head to peer up at my fidgeting friend.

“Is that so?” Tommy asked, clearly intrigued by how the situation had developed and the potential it might hold.

“That’s so, ” I told him, playfully wiggling my eyebrows at him, then turned over to look at Nick, almost feeling bad for him for missing out on the show Jennifer was giving.

“Well, what did you have in mind then?” Nick asked as he was now leaning forward in his seat to hear me better.

“Oh, you know, ” I started, peering up at Jennifer to study her face for a moment, then back at the guys. “As you know, this one is married too, ” I told them, giving Jennifer’s thigh a light squeeze. “So she can’t fuck you either.” I then stopped to add another little pause, letting my words sink in. “However.. . Her mouth is still open for business, ” I continued, nodding my head slowly, then looking up at Jennifer. “Isn’t that right, Izzy?” I asked her in a sweet voice.

Jennifer couldn’t get a word out, she only sat there with her mouth half open, her body trembling lightly.

“I said, isn’t that right, Izzy?!” My voice a little louder this time.

“Yes, H-Ha-Mikaela!”, Jennifer quickly caught herself and her hand went to her mouth as she realized her almost-mistake.

I’m not sure the guys even noticed because they seemed all too excited about having my blonde friend’s lips wrapped around their dicks to have noticed Jennifer almost calling me by a completely different name.

“So, how exactly would this work then, ” Nick inquired – his intrigue apparent in his voice.

“Well, ” I said, “it wouldn’t come for free, ” I told them, then raising my left pointer finger to stop them before they had a chance to ask anything. “Two dollars I told them”, looking at Nick, then Tommy, smiling at them.

“Two dollars.. .?” Tommy asked, clearly a bit confused by my proposition.

“Yes, two dollars!” I clarified, beaming over at Tommy.

“And, just to be clear, two dollars will give us what exactly?” he continued to ask.

I found it very amusing that they were both asking me about what Jennifer was going to do for them and not wanting to be the one to tell them, I turned to look up at Jennifer, smiling at her and giving her thigh a light pat. “Go ahead, Isabella. Tell these two gentlemen what two dollars will get them with you.”

Jennifer looked like she would’ve been happy to die right there. I’d never seen her face that red and she was struggling to remain still.

“I-I.. .” she started, then swallowed hard to steady her voice. I’m not sure it actually worked because her voice still came out a bit cracked as she answered them. “Two dollars.. . and I will.. . suck your cock!” she blurted out, probably a little louder than she would’ve liked.

Now this certainly caught Nick’s attention and he immediately shifted a bit in his seat and started to dig into his pockets, looking for the money. It took him a while but he finally managed to produce two very scrunched-up one-dollar bills and he placed them on the table.

“So, how’s this gonna work?” he asked, looking at me and waiting for me to tell him that we were only joking.

I couldn’t help but grin at him as I picked the bills up, folded them neatly and then stuffed them into the lacy trim of Jennifer’s stay-ups which were now in full view, giving them a little pat.

“Well, Izzy here will take you to the restrooms where you will find a nice stall, and she will suck. Your. Cock.” I said, looking him straight in the eyes, grinning inwardly as he had once more asked me, not Jennifer.

Nick was looking at me like he thought that I was still joking, but as his eyes turned to Jennifer and she slowly stood up, the look on his face went from confident to confused. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, you just going to be sitting there?”, I managed to get out as my laughter died down. “Come on. Go!” I told him, waving my right hand in a shooing motion.

“She’s being serious?” he asked Tommy, still not quite believing what either of us had been saying but his friend only gave him a little shrug.

“Only one way to find out, man, ” Tommy said, then looking over at Jennifer who was still standing there, waiting.

Nick’s eyes darted back and forth between us, then slowly got to his feet. This prompted Jennifer to get moving and she immediately started to head toward the exit with her “customer” following closely behind. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them step out, then turn to the left to head towards the restrooms we had just come from.

“So.. .”, I said, slowly turning towards Tommy as Jennifer and Nick disappeared out of sight, “you want to have a go once they’re back?”, my eyebrows wiggling at him suggestively.

“Well.. .”, he started to say, his hand moving to me and lightly placing it on my left thigh before continuing, “I wouldn’t say no. But, I would rather try you”, he added, winking at me, then leaned in a little closer to speak into my ear. “I would especially like to give that butt of yours a go as I heard you really like having it stuffed.”

This time it was my turn to blush. Hard. My sphincter rhythmically clenched a few times, wishing it had something to hug tightly and I was reminded again of the lube as my puckered star winked against the lacy thong between my cheeks. Had he and Nick heard the conversation Jennifer and I had earlier at the bar? He must have since he said “heard” and used the exact words we had been using earlier. Had it not been for the alcohol in my body, I probably would’ve died on the spot. Instead, I turned my gaze down to watch his hand on my thigh before answering him, the corners of my lips curling up into a shy smile. “I already told you, Tommy – that’s not happening.” My hand went on top of his, giving it a light squeeze.

Tommy’s hand lingered on my leg, and I didn’t bother, nor want to move it away. It felt nice to be wanted like this and part of me was tempted to pick him up on his offer. But the small, thirty-plus, sparkling stones on my left ring finger told me “no”.

Trying to find something to talk about, we got into gambling, and Tommy was doing his best to explain how to play Black Jack and how to count cards to optimize your winnings and minimize your losses. According to him, Black Jack was the only “beatable” game in all of the casinos and poker was only for hipsters.

My mind was really on Jennifer and the dick she probably had in her mouth as Tommy kept going on about his favorite game in the whole world. In Black Jack, the goal was to get 21, with Jacks, Queens and Kings counting as 10. If you got pairs, you could split them, but there were only certain pairs you should split and some that you should never split. I wasn’t very interested in splitting cards right there and then. What would it be like to have him split me in half with his dick instead? I’m sure he was packing a big one and, oh, how I would want to feel him force his way up my ass right now. Having him grab me by the neck and press my face up against the wall while he just fucked me senseless from behind. He wouldn’t even need any lube with me already having come prepared.

Blinking my eyes, I tried to refocus on what Tommy was saying. He was speaking very passionately about the ins and outs of Black Jack and I was desperately trying to look like I was paying attention by asking a question here and there when I thankfully spotted Jennifer again. Saved by the bell!

Nick was coming up behind Jennifer as she came to a halt by the table with Nick grinning broadly and Jennifer only smiling shyly.

“Best two dollars I ever spent!” Nick said happily, giving Tommy a thumbs up. “You definitely need to have a go, bro!”

Tommy curiously peered over at me, not sure if he was asking for permission or if he was still hoping he would get a shot with me and I gave him a little pat on his hand that was still on my thigh before speaking in a voice loud enough for all of us to hear.

“Go ahead. Enjoy my little whore, ” I told him sweetly, then quickly added, “But, money up-front!”, my face now a little more serious to let him know he wouldn’t get out of paying.

While I was talking to the guys, Jennifer quietly made her way up to me, standing on my right-hand side, her leg lightly pressed against the side of the armrest that her butt was previously occupying. Dying to see what she might do, my hand snuck up the back of her short skirt. As expected, as soon as she felt my touch, her body immediately stiffened, the already firm right buttock tightening as I began to grope her naked butt under the skirt with my thumb nestled along the crack of her cheeks. As I shifted my hand down a little to grip the back of her thigh, I could feel that the insides of her thighs were slick with arousal against my thumb. She was horny as fuck, and the knowledge made me squirm a little in my seat. Damn, I wondered what she might’ve looked like down on her knees, in front of Nick, in a public restroom, sucking his dick. If it hadn’t been for my panties, I’m sure the insides of my thighs would’ve been just as sticky already. I was simply that turned on by what my sexy friend had been doing, what she was going to be doing and the hand I had in making all of it happen.

Tommy and Nick were both grinning at us, my action not having escaped either of them and Tommy moved his hand away from my thigh to quickly produce two crisp one-dollar bills.

“Thank you!” I said, accepting the bills, then turning slightly towards Jennifer to let the two new bills join the previous ones, still hidden under her skirt.

Jennifer remained quiet during the money exchange, but as I peered up at her, I could see her blushing. Her eyes then met mine for only the briefest of moments and sliding my hands back out from under her skirt, she surprised me by curtsying, then turned and started to head back out again – still not having said a word since her return.

“Enjoy yourself!” I half yelled after her as she navigated her way between the tables and stifling a giggle I turned to Tommy to give him a whatcha waiting for-look and he quickly got up to follow the blonde, cheered on by his friend.

“So, ” I asked Nick as he sat down in his chair again, “I take it my Isabella’s mouth was to your liking?”. My eyebrow arched as I studied him curiously.

With a huge grin on his face, Nick started to tell me all about exactly how much he had enjoyed Jennifer’s, or Izzy’s mouth and I couldn’t help but smile at his blow-for-blow (pun intended) recap of the service he had received. If I were to be honest with myself, even if he wasn’t the best of storytellers, his words did make me squirm a little in my seat.

***

“Fucking hell!” I exclaimed as I stepped out of my heels and lifted my right foot to rub it.

My feet were killing me as we stood in the elevator on our way up to the 22nd floor and I was more than ready to get some well-needed rest.

“You’re such a baby!”, Jennifer teased, back to her normal self and she gave me a little hip check.

Jennifer’s mood had changed dramatically after she had returned from her second, or third restroom trip, depending on how you counted. Third in total, second blowjob trip. If she had seemed quiet and embarrassed after her first BJ trip, she was practically beaming after the second one, even if her mascara looked slightly smudged, and she had seemed very touchy-feely once she had resumed her perch on the armrest, constantly touching my arms and shoulders or playing with my hair. Not that I minded. Not at all. It was nice to have her in such a good mood as we were wrapping up our date, or whatever it was with the guys. Personally, I couldn’t be out of there soon enough because I was dying to have Jennifer spill the beans and for me to find out what had been going on in the restrooms with the guys.

The hip-check had only been meant as a light bump, but in my drunken state and with me standing on one foot, leaning over, it sent me crashing into the side of the elevator wall and the next thing I knew I lay sprawled out all over the elevator floor. As I lay there, blinking, Jennifer suddenly bent over, howling with laughter at what I assume must’ve been quite the sight. I really hoped the security guys weren’t watching the cameras right now!

“Stop it!”, I whined in between my own laughter. “It’s not funny!”

“Yes, it is! Yes, it is!” Jennifer was holding her tummy now, laughing hysterically and it didn’t get any better as I tried to get up.

The only thing that had kept me from dying from embarrassment had been we were alone in the elevator and as the doors opened, I had to crawl out, followed by a still laughing Jennifer. I should not be allowed to be drinking – ever again, and at that very moment, I really hoped that I would remember that in the morning.

Thankfully, Jennifer had been sentient enough to pick my bag and shoes up before exiting the elevator and after having leaned against the wall for a while to calm herself back down, she finally helped me to get back to my feet.

It took me a moment, but I finally managed to steady myself enough for us to start our descent down the hotel corridor to our suite. I hadn’t even been feeling that drunk while sitting down, it had hit me as I stood up when we were leaving Juliet’s. Or was elevator drunk a thing? Yes, it was the elevator’s fault and I decided then and there that Vegas elevators were the spawn of the Devil.

Once we had managed to make our way inside, after a lot of fumbling with the door and Jennifer dropping the card twice, I was feeling surprisingly sober again. It was almost 2 PM but I was still dying to hear Jennifer tell me about the guys. First thing’s first though, and I sprinted towards the water closet.

After having relieved myself of what must’ve been at least two gallons of wine, probably three, I was feeling a lot better. I went looking for my storyteller and I found her sitting on her bed bench, scrolling through her phone.

“Better?” she asked, smiling softly as she looked up at me, holding up a bottle of water to me that I hadn’t even noticed.

“Better, ” I grunted, happily accepting the bottle and gulping its remaining content down.

“So, spill it!” I told her, tossing the now empty bottle onto my open luggage, watching it bounce a couple of times before rolling down the steps into the sunk-in living space. Not feeling like bothering with that now, I turned to head back to the bathroom again with Jennifer on my tail.

“Spill what?” she asked in an innocent voice, her pitch slightly higher than normal and for the umpteenth time today I had to roll my eyes at her.

“Oh, don’t even!” I was not having this right now. “You better start talking, or I swear.. .”

“Fine, fine!” Jennifer said, just as we rounded the corner to the bathroom. She was giggling at my obvious annoyance at her coy act. “But can we wait until we’re in bed?” she asked, smiling sweetly at me as I turned to look at her.

“Fine.. .” I groaned as I started to fumble with the buttons of my shirt. “But you better not be holding anything back!”

“I promise! You’ll get all the explicit details!”, she quickly confirmed.

Sighing, I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and brought it up to my nose, sniffing it and my nose immediately crinkled. This shirt was not going to be seeing the light of day again during this trip.

“Okay, I need another shower, ” I announced, starting to undo my bra, then went to turn the shower on. “Join me?”

Jennifer let out a groan, stomping her foot. “But I already showered twice today!” she whined.

“And now you’ll get to shower for a third time!” I said simply, smiling sweetly at her. “And I wasn’t asking, I was telling.”

“Fine, ” she sighed as she reluctantly started to undress.

I was already undressed by now and stepped over to my toiletry bag to pick a hair tie up and then pulled my hair into a bun while waiting for Jennifer who was carefully peeling her stay-ups off. A smile crept across my lips as I saw her removing the four dollar bills and placing them under my glasses that were still sitting on the makeup table.

“Thank you!” I told her, giving her a little nod as I finished my hair. “And don’t worry, all you need to do is ask for your share. A good little whore should never have to go empty-handed.”

“Aww, thank you.” The tone of her voice was dripping with sarcasm, but I swear I could see her blush too, though it might just have been the alcohol.

“You need one too?” I asked her, changing the topic and I offered her a tie which she happily accepted and she mirrored me.

Jennifer’s bra was the last item to drop to the floor, letting her perfect breasts out and a hint of jealousy came over me. Even if I had been naked in front of Jennifer on a couple of occasions already and even though I had gotten to see her in that appealing black set she had just peeled herself out of, this was the first time this weekend I had the privilege of getting an unobstructed view of her breasts, and it was quite a magnificent sight.

Now, I wouldn’t say I was a boob kind of girl. I mean, of course, I could appreciate a nice set of breasts as much as any other person and I was a huge fan of naked bodies in general, but in my eyes – Jennifer’s were something extra. Just very full and very feminine. And considering that she was a couple of years older than me and didn’t even need a bra – of course part of me was jealous.

Snapping myself out of my temporary boob-craze, having channeled every fifteen-year-old boy in the country, I got us two still slightly damp towels and hung them on the shower door. As a final touch, I put the little shower mat down on the floor too. I was not going to make that mistake again. It was like that old saying in Tennessee. I knew we were in Nevada. Probably Tennessee. Fool me once, shame on.. . Shame on you. Fool me.. . You can't get fooled again! Or something like that.

As I was about to stand back up again, I felt a light touch at the top of my crack, then felt it traveling downwards and I nearly tumbled over in surprise. Spinning around, I found Jennifer standing there, flashing me her sweetest of smiles.

“Are you ready for the shower?” she asked, once again acting all innocent as she stepped around me and opened the door. Waving her hand she motioned for me to step in. “After you, ” she offered, the smile still lingering on her lips.

Mumbling a “Thank you”, I carefully stepped into the shower and was immediately joined by Jennifer.

It was a really quick shower, and as soon as we had toweled off, we both made sure to moisturize while talking about when or if to get out of bed in the morning and I rearranged my hair into a ponytail instead as this was my preferred way for going to bed. As neither of us expected Jennifer to sleep very long since she always woke up at an ungodly hour, we agreed not to set any alarms but to still try to make it out of bed around 10 AM in order not to lose the entire day.

We then went to brush our teeth and as we were standing there, naked next to each other by the vanity, I couldn’t help but steal some admiring glances at Jennifer’s breasts again. Her nipples were erect and looked very flickable, matching my own (to no one’s surprise), rock-hard ones.

“What?” she asked with a hint of amusement in her voice as she caught me looking through the mirror. Her toothbrush was still in her mouth so she sounded slightly muffled. I must not have been as stealthy as I thought I had been.

“Nothing!”, I quickly spat out, along with some toothpaste that trickled down my chin. This caused me to start coughing which apparently was even more amusing to Jennifer and I had to bend over slightly to spit more of the toothpaste out. Finally able to straighten back up, I wiped my chin off with the back of my hand. “They’re just really good!”, I managed to continue once I got the coughing under control and then resumed my brushing.

“Oh, they’re good?”, she asked as she was eyeing me curiously through the mirror.

“Well, you know!” I said nonchalantly, shrugging as I was trying to brush off this juvenile reaction to a set of naked breasts and I turned towards her, keeping my left arm casually draped across my soft tummy, the hand resting on my right hip.

Mirroring my movements, she turned towards me as well but with her right hand resting on the countertop instead and we stood there brushing our teeth with my eyes glued to her breasts. I wasn’t even bothering to hide my ogling now. A knowing little grin spread across Jennifers lips and she rolled her shoulders back and thrust her chest out a little, forcing her breasts to stand out even more proudly towards me which caused the both of us to start giggling again.

As the giggles died down once more, I bit down on my toothbrush and slowly allowed my hands to find their way onto both of her naked breasts, gently cupping the firm mounds. Jennifer’s eyebrows rose up a little but she didn’t move away. Her teeth brushing came to a slow halt as she simply stood there now, letting me feel her up.

With my eyes still glued to her breasts, I could see her chest rise and fall as she steadied her breath. My hands gently proceeded to grope her, feeling the weight of her breasts and testing their firmness. As I brushed my thumbs across her already erect nipples, I heard her inhale sharply and I quickly decided that I liked that sound. Doing it again, I could’ve sworn they felt even harder now which only encouraged me to repeat the process a couple of more times before moving my hands away with the fingers of my right hand lingering a little longer to caress the underside of the perfect mound of her left breast.

Smiling to myself, I then turned back to the vanity to spit the rest of the toothpaste out and put my toothbrush down.

“Fine. They’re really, really good!”, I clarified to her and met her gaze in the mirror to give her a little wink before turning to leave.

The bottle of water I had just gulped down chose that exact moment to make itself reminded and I figured I should take care of that sooner rather than later.

“Not a word, ” I told Jennifer, holding my finger up to shush her as our eyes met in the mirror once more, then pulled the door closed behind me.

Exiting the bathroom for real, I practically sprinted towards my bed and jumped onto it, bouncing a bit as I came crashing down on it, then quickly burrowed myself under the duvet. I always did enjoy to feel the sheets against my naked skin, and few feelings could beat the feeling of freshly changed hotel sheets. As cozy as it was to just lay all curled up under the duvet, after a moment I sat back up again, fluffed my pillows and sat back against them, pulling the duvet back up again so that were just barely covering my breasts. Sitting like that, I patiently awaited Jennifer for storytime, my toes wiggling a little under the covers.

As Jennifer was taking her sweet time, I let out a heavy sigh, then slowly crawled my butt out of bed again and padded over to the fridge but not before having picked up the previously discarded bottle and into the bin it went. I grabbed two fresh bottles of water, then made my way back to our beds and set one on each side of the shared nightstand. Another heavy sigh later, I was back under the duvet.

A whole eternity later, or possibly ten seconds later, depending on who you were, I heard the toilet flush and Jennifer emerged from the bathroom, tentatively creeping into the bed space area.

“Storytime, storytime, storytime, ” I began to chant, clapping my hands. This got a little laugh out of Jennifer.

“You’re such a kid, ” she teased, shaking her head at me. “Needing a bedtime story before bed.”

“So what?” I folded my arms and looked at her and stuck my nose up in the air. “I need my cheap hotel whore stories before bed!”

Jenn rolled her eyes at me, but even in the dim light of the room, I could’ve sworn I saw her blushing.

“Do you normally blush this much?” It was my time to tease her and of course, this only had the result of her going even redder.

“Shut up, ” she whined. “It’s all your fault you know!”

I nodded my head and pointed to her as she was digging through her bag for something. “And don’t you forget it!” I told her, just as I saw her pull a pair of fresh panties out of the bag.

“Hello?!” I exclaimed, sitting up in my bed and using my entire arm to point in the direction of her purple thong.

Jennifer slowly turned towards me, panties in hand, looking a bit startled. “Yes.. .?” she asked, then proceeded to lift her left foot up to put her panties on.

“I know you’re not about to put those on right now, ” I sighed, rolling my eyes at her.

“Why not?” she said, but quickly lowered her foot back down onto the floor again and straightened back up with the purple piece of fabric still in her hand.

“Because we both know you’ll only get them wet from telling me all about what happened anyway!” I explained, sighing heavily and staring up at the ceiling to emphasize how I shouldn’t even have to point this out to her. “And then you’ll be down a thong!”

Jennifer gave me a funny little look, but then shrugged and dropped her panties down onto the padded bed bench, then crawled up onto her bed like a big cat. Keeping her eyes on mine, she slowly made her way towards her pillows. Her hips swung seductively from side to side and her breasts sagged just perfectly under her body with her now loose hair partially covering her grinning face. Giggling, she then flopped herself over and quickly got in under the duvet.

I couldn’t help but grin at her antics. My friend could be so silly, yet so incredibly sexy. I seriously doubted she even knew just how hot she was and I wasn’t talking about just her body. It was her mind, her energy, her humor – everything all wrapped up in a perfect Jennifer package.

Turning towards each other at the same time, I wiggled excitedly in my bed.

“So, tell me, tell me!” I pestered her and she flashed me a mischievous little smile.

“Lights on or off?” she asked, which had me pondering for a moment.

“Off, ” I told her, nodding my head and she reached for the switch.

The room turned dark-er, but not all dark since we had forgotten to pull the blackout curtains but since neither of us felt like getting up we decided to simply leave them like that.

With my back towards the window, I’m not sure if she could see me arching an eyebrow at her as I waited for her to start telling me about the guys but this also had the advantage of me seeing her pretty well. Las Vegas wasn’t that dark, even in the middle of the night.

“So.. .” she began, and I could see the smile on her face. She was lying on her side with her right hand tucked in under her pillow as the words came spilling out of her mouth.

Jennifer had been beyond nervous as she and Nick had left Juliet’s and it hadn’t gotten much better after he had steered her into the men’s room instead of the women’s we had been in. The men’s restroom was a little smaller than the women’s, but unlike the women’s it had a row of urinals up against a wall. Thankfully for them, the place had been equally deserted and they quickly found their way into a stall.

Being alone in a bathroom stall with a guy she had only just met had been more than awkward and the silence that followed only added to that before she had taken the initiative to squat down in front of Nick. This move had apparently been the cue Nick needed because he had immediately started to work his pants down and soon his neatly trimmed semi-hard was out.

He hadn’t been huge but definitely not small by any means. Jennifer estimated him to be around six inches long, but he had been rather thick and as she had wrapped her delicate hand around the base of his shaft, he had immediately grown. As she had been nervous about getting caught, she hadn’t wanted to waste any time on much kissing and licking and had instead immediately taken his glans in her mouth, gently sucking on it and working her pink lips up and down a little before working up the courage to take him deeper.

Jennifer’s story matched the one that Nick had told me after Tommy had taken off with her and I chose not to disturb her or ask too many questions. Again, I was feeling a tinge of jealousy, but that was nothing compared to the growing heat that had been building between my legs all night and it had only gotten worse from hearing my friend talking about performing oral on a stranger in a public restroom.

Fuck, I couldn’t believe she had actually done that, and not even thinking much about it, my right hand found its way down between my legs to lightly tease my damp slit. Scratch damp. It was wet. I was wet.

Jennifer kept describing to me how the veins of Nick’s hard dick had felt on her tongue and how she had taken him deeper and deeper until he had been poking against the back of her throat. She described the taste of his salty precum spreading throughout her mouth and how the initial taste had made her moan. Not surprisingly, she could also confirm that Nick did have quite a nice-looking, nice-feeling six-pack and her hands had been busy running over them. It wasn’t very hard for me to visualize it and I found myself wondering what it would’ve been like to run my tongue over that washboard and taste the salt on his skin.

While she had been telling her story, Jennifer had shifted in the bed and she was now on her back. Narrowing my eyes, I was pretty sure that I could see her hand moving underneath her duvet and I sat up a little to see better.

“Are you diddling yourself, right now?”, I asked her, and she immediately froze.

The room once more fell quiet as she hesitated before saying anything, then let out a tentative “No.. .?”

“You were totally touching yourself!” I accused, feeling even more sure of myself now, then were quick to add, “But please, don’t stop on my account. This has gotten me really hot too”. I didn’t want her to feel about about it. I could only imagine how hot she must’ve been after having lived it and now revisiting it on my account.

I reached over to turn the bed lights back on again and I was momentarily blinded by them before reaching in under my duvet and running my two middle fingers through my soaked folds, then pulled them back out and showed them to Jennifer. “See!” I told her, showing her my glistening fingers, then wiped the fingers off against the sheets and I could sense her relax in the bed next to mine.

Leaning back against my pillows again, I told her, “So please, feel free to diddle away, and I will do the same!” I smiled assuringly at her to let her know I meant it, without letting her know that I had already been doing just that.

We kept glancing at each other for a bit so in order to show her I was being serious and make her feel more comfortable, I made a show of bringing my right hand to my left breast and openly started to toy with my very sensitive nipple. This seemed to have relaxed Jennifer and I could see her chest rise and fall under the duvet. After another moment or so, she proceeded to tell me about how she had felt Nick starting to tense up and how he hadn’t even given her a heads-up before starting to fill her mouth up.

Being a good little two-dollar whore, Jennifer had immediately begun to swallow his seed down, not spilling a drop and she even kept sucking after he had stopped unloading to make sure that she had gotten everything.

“Taste good?” I asked, grinning at Jennifer, then bit my lip as I awaited her answer. Both of our hands were now visibly moving under our duvets, neither of us bothering to hide what we were doing.

A little smile spread across Jennifer’s lips and her eyes grew distant and I was sure I could see her back arch ever so slightly. “Really good.. .”, her voice was barely a whisper, and she bit her lip.

Unconsciously, I licked my own lips, remembering the taste of Patrick’s load I had swallowed while I was waiting for my Uber to take me to the airport in the morning. It hadn’t been something I planned, but he was sporting some morning wood, I was always down to suck my husband off.. . It was simple math.

There was a short pause in Jennifer’s story, and all you could hear was our breathing, along with the low humming sound of the AC before she continued to tell me about Tommy. And yes, there was a story to be told there.

Unlike his buddy, Tommy hadn’t hesitated to take advantage of Jennifer’s services. As soon as they had found themselves in a stall, he had pushed her down onto her knees, making her feel even dirtier than when she had felt squatting in front of Nick only minutes earlier. And taking his dick out – he had been an impressive sight. In contrast to Nick, Tommy’s dick had been longer and Jennifer went on to tell me that he might’ve looked even longer due to him being completely shaven down there.

Even Tommy being longer, probably closer to eight inches by Jennifer’s estimates, his shaft hadn’t been as thick as his friend’s, but his head had been a lot more pronounced with a well-defined, mushroom-shaped glans. And speaking of defined – if Nick had a six-pack, Tommy had an eight-pack!

With Tommy being a little more eager, it hadn’t taken him very long before he had his hands in Jennifer’s hair, trying to guide her deeper and it had caused her to gag several times before he had given up on trying to push into her throat and instead settled for simply determining the pace of his dick disappearing in and out between her lips. As Tommy had started to literally fuck Jennifer’s warm mouth, all she could do was relax her jaw and let him, and it quickly turned into quite the sloppy blowjob.

This was when things had been kicked up an extra notch as someone else had stepped into the restrooms and she had nervously been listening to the unknown person stepping up to use the urinals only a couple of feet away from where she was on her knees with Tommy’s dick poking at the back of her throat. The presence of someone else only seemed to have spurred Tommy on because he had once more started to get a little more aggressive and it had been a struggle for Jennifer to keep any noises down. When two more guys entered and started to talk about their misfortune at the roulette tables, Jennifer had been forced to seal her lips tightly around Tommy in her mouth to muffle her soft, guttural moans.

Sucking the dick of a college stud she had only just met in a public restroom, with multiple people only feet away from where she was hiding, was one of the hottest things Jennifer had ever experienced and as she was telling me in detail about how Tommy had gripped her hair even tighter and finally forced his way down her throat in spite of her muffled protests while their visitors finished up one after one, Jennifer suddenly went quiet on her bed and I could see her body go rigid. Then came a few short gasps, followed by a light tremble.

The little whore had just orgasmed from telling me how she had been sucking dick!

As she lay there panting and recovering, I could only marvel at her in her post-orgasmic state. She was so fucking sexy and my heart fluttered a little at the thought of how she had been comfortable to do that right next to me. The whole situation was pretty absurd, but to be fair – it was a situation that I had created. But in spite of the absurdness of it all, I felt so comfortable with her. Because it was Jennifer. And right now, all I wanted to do was to run over to her and hug her but I was afraid of how she might’ve reacted to that so instead I just stayed put, idly touching myself as I watched her coming back down to earth.

Curling up and turning back over onto her side to face me, I could see her blush, but the smile on her lips was genuine as she told me, “Sorry, but I just really needed that.”

“Oh, you definitely don’t need to apologize for that. You earned it!” I told her, matter of factly. “Plus, that may just have been one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen”, I added. My voice then softened a bit as I continued, “Thank you, Jenn”.

With that, I leaned back against my pillows and went back to touching myself again. I knew that Jennifer was watching me, but that only made it all that much hotter as my two middle fingers penetrated my soaked sex, sliding in and out a couple of times before moving the coated digits up to my throbbing clit to tease my hood. Moving my fingers in a tiny circle I could feel my own orgasm approach and I allowed my eyes to drift shut as I focused on nothing but my own pleasure.

Dipping my fingers back inside of me, moving a little deeper this time and pumping them in and out while my free hand found my left nipple again, tugging and tweaking it to heighten my pleasure. As my fingers moved back onto my clit again, flicking it – I came. Hard.

I’m not sure if I made any sounds or if I made any embarrassing faces, but I know for a fact that when my eyes fluttered back open again, I had slid down a little in my bed, lying almost flat now with my chest heaving and I slowly turned my head to the left to peer over at Jennifer. Her eyes met mine, and she flashed me a warm smile and we just lay like that for a while while I was catching my breath. I didn’t feel embarrassed or shy. This just felt so comfortable with her and it filled me with such a warm feeling.

Unfortunately, I never got to hear the details about what Tommy’s load tasted like, or if she had swallowed everything. At least not that night because Jennifer reached over and flipped the lights off, and without saying anything else to each other, we were both fast asleep.

It was almost 3 AM and I was going to be so dead tomorrow. I smiled to myself as I drifted off to sleep. This had definitely been a memorable start to our weekend.