Part 1 - The Build Up
My wife and I go to Vegas about 5-6 times a year with the sole intention of NSA fun with minimal risk of unwanted exposure in our hometown. Safe to say I've eaten a significant amount of cum and sucked a good number of cocks in that city. Wife's numbers are, obviously, even higher. We've pushed some cuckold boundaries in Vegas and have great memories there. Earlier this year, we planned to go on Memorial Day Weekend and invited along a FB that my wife has a thing going on with (that's the "larger thing" I described - a story for another day). FB wasn't supposed to arrive until Saturday evening, wife and I flew in early Saturday morning to enjoy some pool time.
On Saturday morning, we arrived at our hotel and luckily snagged a suite early in the day. We got an awesome 2-bedroom suite on the 38th floor. We took our luggage upstairs, unwound a bit, and opened a bottle of champagne I grabbed from downstairs. We were both a bit tired from the early flight, but excited about what the weekend had in store. Wife told me to get ready to head to the pool, and said she was going to take a quick shower. I asked if she wanted company, and jokingly she said "I don't think <FB> will let you
" I put on my trunks and sat out on the balcony sipping champagne. I heard my wife turn off the shower, rustle through her toiletries, and open the closet door. She asked me to step back inside for a second. I stepped back into the bedroom, and she was standing on the other side of the bed in just the hotel robe. It was barely tied, and her magnificent tits were hanging out. The hanging robe sash was just barely covering her pussy, which was glistening from a fresh touch-up shave. On the bed were two thong bikinis, one pink and one black, laid out as if she was choosing between them. She gave me a come-hither look, crooked her finger, and said "Take off your trunks and lie down on the bed." I did as commanded.
She straddled my face, her body facing my feet, and wrapped her thighs around my head. She placed her pussy directly over my mouth, said "Eat me", and lowered down before I had a chance to object. Not that I would! I wrapped my arms around her lower torso, ran my tongue up her delicious pussy, and ate my wife out like it was my last meal. She was moaning loudly for a solid five minutes, grabbing her tits, and rubbing her hands around my groin (not touching me at all - such a tease!), and then said "Keep eating, but keep quiet. I need to call <FB>." She placed the bikinis on my stomach and around my groin, laying them out as they were on the bed. She reached up and grabbed her tits, squeezing them as she let out a long, loud moan. I was hoping I had her close to cumming.
She grabbed her phone, dialed his number, and waited until he picked up. As the phone was ringing, she continued grinding back on forth on my face. She was moaning softly, and I was secretly hitting all the right spots in attempts to get her to moan on the phone. I knew she would be cumming soon. <FB> answered, and they had a small discussion about what time he was flying in, what airline, and when did he expect to get to the hotel. She was moaning throughout the phone call, and he finally caught on and asked what she was doing.
"Oh, hubby is eating my pussy right now."
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"No, he's not going to fuck me. Not right now, at least."
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"You're so nasty. I can't wait to see you."
They were about to hang up and my wife said "Oh wait, I forgot why I called! I need help picking out a bikini for today. Can I FaceTime you real quick?" She switched the phone over, and held it down, facing my lower half. The first thing that <FB> said was "Jesus, that's a small cock between those bikinis." The wife giggled, which turned into a moan as I forcefully ran my tongue across her clit. He noticed and said "Show me his face."
My wife turned and held the phone behind her, looking down at my face. I locked eyes with <FB> and he said "Make her cum. Make my little slut cum, cucky boy." (there's a whole background story I will tell at some point as to why he called me that). I did as instructed, and started to eat her out with even more vigor. I pushed my tongue as far up her pussy as it would go, and used it to clean out her inner walls. I was trying to dig her out with my tongue. I moved to her clit, sucking and lightly biting, hoping to get her off. <FB> lowered the phone to show his cock, which was now hard and standing at attention, and he started stroking it on camera. My wife moved the phone back up so she could watch. The phone screen consisted of him stroking his giant cock, with my wife's face in the corner about to cum. She ground my face even harder, using my tongue like a dick.
"Are you thinking about my cock?" I heard him say, continuing to stroke on camera.
"Oh fuck YES! I want you so bad right now." my wife responded.
"Where?" he asked her.
"Fuck, everywhere. My mouth, my pussy, fuck me in the ass. I want you everywhere."
A minute later, she finally came, screaming loudly. "OH FUCK" she said loudly, as she ground into and flooded my face with her juices. I sucked up what sweet nectar I could, the rest I felt start to slide down my chin and throat. She fell forward, her hair around my groin area, teasing me even further. My cock was rock hard and at full attention, but still all I got was a brush of her hair. The phone moved back up to his face, and he said "Good girl. I like the pink one - see you soon!" And then he hung up.
My wife rested on me for a few more seconds, breathing heavily. I continued licking her pussy softly, but began to strengthen every fourth or fifth lick, hoping I could bring her off again. And then, to my surprise, she took my cock down her throat in one motion. She started to lift her head, and sucked hard on the way up. The feeling was incredible. She paused on my cock head and gave me a couple of hard sucks and went up and down a couple of times. I thought I was going to shoot, when she lifted up fully. My cock came out of her mouth with a loud "POP", she giggled, and then sat back up. She looked over her shoulder, down at me, and said "Thanks baby, that was wonderful. Now, let's go to the pool!"
She hopped off me, gave me a kiss on the lips, giggled, and grabbed the pink bikini off of my lower torso. I watched as her tight, maintained ass walked into the bathroom and she started stepping into her bikini.
The series of events that took place next still amaze me that they happened in perfect sequence.
We got in the elevator and pushed the button for floor 2, hoping to grab some more drinks to take to the pool. I could taste my wife's pussy on my lips and tongue, and licked around my mouth to grab any extra traces still lingering. She watched me and giggled, and gave my semi-soft cock a pat. My wife looked amazing in her pink thong bikini, and had one of those see-through pool cover-ups over it. The cover-up wasn’t long enough, and the bottom two inches of her ass hung out. I think that purchase was intentional.
The elevator stopped on floor 36. The door opened, and standing in the doorway was a young, 6-ft tall black man, no older than 22 or 23. There were a lot of college students in Vegas this past weekend, so this was no surprise. What WAS surprising was his outfit: a pair of compression boxers, and nothing else. His chest was chiseled; his face cleanly shaved. He had a rock hard set of abs, and clearly was some sort of athlete at school. His body looked like a mold that statues were made from. And, due to the compression boxers, his soft but thick, long cock was clearly outlined.
He saw my wife and I, and before either of us could react, he said "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I'll take the next one." He started to step out of our line of sight.
Without a sexual thought I reached forward, held the door, and said "No way, come on down. These elevators are slow." He double-checked with me, glanced nervously at my bikini-clad wife, and stepped in. To this day I have no idea why I invited him in; my wife said my subconscious and reactions now also have cuckold tendencies.
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be disrespectful. My friends took my clothes as a joke when I was sleeping, and I have to go down to the 4th floor to transfer over to the other tower." He was clearly embarrassed, but very polite. He stared down at the floor, not daring to make eye contact. I believed he was genuinely trying not to be noticed, despite his clearly masculine state.
"No problem - I was young once too. At least they left your boxers!" I said, trying to make light of the situation. He chuckled at this.
I looked over at my wife, who was looking his body up and down. She was fixated on his clearly-outlined cock.
At this point the elevator was going down and at the 25th floor. My wife reached out and pressed the 22 button. I looked at her with a puzzled look, and then the elevator came to a stop. The young man in the elevator looked up quizzically as well. My wife said "This is your stop honey." She pushed me out the doors as soon as they started to open. I turned around and she looked at me, smiled, and winked. She reached out again and pressed what I can only imagine was the ‘Close Doors’ button. As the doors came to a close, the young man looked at me with a “what the hell” look.
Instinctively, I knew what was going to happen next. It took me a moment to acknowledge it. I smiled to myself, and pressed the Down button. I figured I might as well grab myself something to drink.
