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What Happened in Vegas

True story about a weekend in Vegas that my wife and I will never forget.
My wife Eileen and I are in our early 50’s. Our sex life has always been good, though over the years a bit routine and less frequent. While having sex, I have always been the most verbal, blurting out kinky things I’d like to do (that we almost never actually do) while Eileen’s response has always been to close her eyes and moan, with no word spoken. I’ve always felt she had nasty thoughts running through her head while we had sex, and imagined her fantasizing about things and people she could never bring herself to actually say out loud.

Several months ago we decided to go to Vegas for the weekend. I posted our plans to Facebook, and soon found out that a college buddy of mine, Byron would be there at the same time, and we made plans to catch up over dinner during the weekend.

Byron was an art student in college. He was somewhat quiet but always a hit with the women. His blond hair and good looks hadn’t changed much over the years, and I strongly suspected that he was often the subject of my wife’s fantasies, judging by how she turned into a silly giggling schoolgirl when he was around. He never talked much about his love life, and we suspected he might be bisexual.

Truth be told, Byron was the subject of my fantasies as well. Though I had never had sex with a guy, over the years I have come to think of myself as bi-curious. I sometimes look at bisexual porn, and am especially turned on by MMF scenes, where two guys lustily share a woman and each other. On more than one occasion, I have masturbated with one of my wife’s dildos in my ass, fantasizing that Byron was the one fucking me, instead of Eileen’s toy.

When we got to Vegas, Eileen and I checked into our room, and reviewed our plans for the weekend. Friday night was for us, and we had tickets to a show at a nearby hotel. We planned to sleep in on Saturday, then wander up and down the strip and figure out what we wanted to do. In the evening, we planned to meet Byron for dinner at the Aria, where he was staying.

When Saturday afternoon came, we returned to our room to get ready. Eileen showered and changed into a new dress she had bought that day. It was shorter than her other dresses, and had a plunging neckline that showed her ample breasts, enhanced by a sexy lace push up bra. She looked as sexy as I had ever seen her, and I made a remark to that effect. Eileen winked and replied with the famous tagline “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”.

We met up with Byron a short time later. He was well into his first cocktail and stood to greet us. After hugs and hellos, we sat at the table and ordered a bottle of wine. 

We spent the next several hours in a leisurely dinner, and all through the meal, I noticed how Eileen seemed to flirt with Byron, and position herself so that he could get a good view of her breasts and legs, something I noticed Byron was more than happy to do.

At one point Eileen excused herself to go to the bathroom. Byron watched her ass as she walked away. At that moment, something hit me and I decided to test the waters with Byron, to see what might “happen in Vegas”. I told him that Eileen had admitted that she was very attracted to him, and that if she were single, he would be number 1 on her list. 

I pushed the subject a bit further, telling Byron that Eileen had admitted to fantasizing about him whilst we had sex. He responded that he found Eileen sexy, and always had “a thing” for her, but never really did anything about it out of respect for our friendship.

I then told him that he was more than welcome to test the waters with Eileen. This seemed to surprise him, but I could tell by his reaction that he was strongly thinking about it. We decided that when she returned, I would leave the table to go to the restroom, and Byron would hit on her. If she didn’t respond, it was “no harm, no foul”. But if she did respond, we would find a way to go the next steps.

When Eileen returned, she looked fabulous. She had freshened her makeup, and it even looked like she had pulled down her dress and bra to expose even more of her voluptuous tits. I excused myself to go to the restroom, and proceeded to find a place at the other side of the restaurant where I could watch Byron and Eileen, but not be seen by them.

Almost immediately, Byron reached out to Eileen and began to run the material along the neckline of her dress through his fingers. I could only imagine that he was asking her about the material, as a cover for getting his hands close to her. He ran his fingers up and down the material, getting closer and closer to her tits. Eileen was doing nothing to stop this, and I could tell she was getting turned on. She leaned a bit closer to Byron then whispered something in his ear. She kept her face close to his and I could tell both of them were turned on. At this point I figured it was time for the next step.

I returned to the table and Byron and Eileen parted and scooted away from each other. Byron excused himself to go to the restroom, and I moved close to Eileen. We talked about how he hadn’t changed much over the years and had managed to retain his good looks and charm. 

Eileen couldn’t hide her attraction to him through this conversation, so I decided to cross the line. I asked her if she was serious about the “What happens in Vegas” thing. She looked confused, but answered that she guessed that she was. I told her that if she wanted, I could probably talk Byron into having sex with her. Her reaction was one of shock, but I could tell it was feigned. I had crossed the line, and could clearly tell Eileen was OK with it.

When Byron returned, we finished up dessert and paid our bill. I asked him how his room was, and remarked that I had heard great things about the Aria, like the curtains to the room opening when you put the key in your door, mood lighting and music turning on when you entered the room, etc. Byron invited us up for a nightcap, and to show us how cool his room was. 

In the elevator, I could practically feel the sexual tension, though we all made small talk to cover it up. We got to Byron’s room and it was all I had imagined. A well-appointed room with a bar, and an amazing view. Eileen and I sat on the sofa while Byron made drinks. Soon all 3 of us were side by side on the sofa, enjoying our drinks, conversation and the view.

I figured I would need to be the one to initiate sex for the evening, so reached down and put my hand on Eileen’s thigh. She looked at me, then nodded toward Byron, as if to say “hey, not in front of him”. I ignored her and started to slowly caress her thigh. I could tell she was starting to get turned on, though she was trying to ignore me as she talked with Byron. 

Before long, Byron re-started the conversation about Eileen’s dress, fondling the material between his fingers. At this point Eileen leaned in toward him, practically pushing her tits into his hand. Byron responded by lightly caressing her breast, which elicited a moan from her. She turned to look at me and I just smiled and winked. When she turned back to Byron, he softly grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him for a kiss. While his kiss was soft and gentle, Eileen responded like a sex-starved animal, plunging her tongue into Byron’s mouth.

I stood up to move to a chair and give Eileen and Byron more space, and it was as if I wasn’t even in the room. They kissed more and more passionately, and had their hands all over each other. Byron lay back, and Eileen crawled on top of him, with her crotch directly over his, grinding together through their clothes as they made out like school kids. 

I suggested that they might be more comfortable on the bed, and they immediately moved there, only to resume their passionate kissing and fondling. Eileen pushed her hand between them, and began to stroke Byron’s cock through his pants. He moaned, and I could tell his erection and her stroking were straining the material of his pants, which no doubt hurt. I was so turned on by the scene in front of me I could hardly contain myself. 

Clearly there was no turning back, not that anyone had the slightest inclination to stop what was unfolding. I could tell both Eileen and Byron were becoming uncomfortable in their clothes, so by way of suggestion, I took all of mine off. 

My cock was at full mast, and dripping pre-cum at the carnal scene in front of me. Eileen and Byron got the hint, and got off the bed just long enough to strip as well. Still standing, Byron reached out and began sucking Eileen’s nipples. She absolutely loves that, I and I knew her pussy would be wet in seconds.

They returned to the bed and resumed their make out session. Eileen loves to be on top, and soon moved down Byron’s body, licking his neck, his nipples, and down his stomach. She grabbed his cock and pointed it straight up, then leaned down to lick the pearly drop from the end of it. 

She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock, stopping to lick his balls, then opened her mouth and took the entire head of his cock in. Byron started to moan as my wife circled the head with her tongue. He pulled her legs up in suggestion, and Eileen positioned herself in a 69, so Byron could return the oral favors. Eileen would never do 69 with me, so I was a bit jealous, though the scene in front of me was too hot to stay that way.

Eileen stopped sucking Byron’s cock long enough to invite me to join them on the bed. I happily obliged, and began stroking my wife’s back as she resumed her oral ministrations on Byron. I laid next to him, with my head near his, watching as his tongue flicked my wife’s clit, eliciting moans of excitement from her. 

At one point, Byron stopped nibbling on Eileen’s clit and turned and kissed me. I could taste her on his lips and tongue and lustily kissed my buddy. The scene was surreal. Here I was in Vegas, with my friend feasting on my wife’s pussy, my wife sucking on his cock, and me kissing a guy for the very first time.

Soon, Eileen stopped sucking Byron and positioned herself over his cock. She lowered herself down and began to fuck our friend. I was incredibly turned on watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy, and wasn’t the least bit jealous. It was literally the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. 

Eileen bounced up and down on Byron’s cock for about ten minutes, then they changed positions and went at it doggie style. I couldn’t stand being a spectator any longer so crawled underneath my wife, and began to lick her clit, as Byron thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. I could taste his pre-cum on her pussy lips, and the sensation of a hot throbbing cock so close to my mouth was an almost unbearable turn on. 

Soon, Byron’s thrusting got more urgent, and I could tell he was ready to cum. In no time, he slammed into Eileen, filling her with spurt after spurt of his seed. I continued to nibble on Eileen’s clit, and her hips kept rocking as I did so. Byron’s cock eventually slipped out of her pussy, and his cum began to drip out and into my mouth. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about this, but I was so turned on, and so enjoying pleasing my wife that I lapped up every drop with abandon. Soon after, Eileen had an intense orgasm, and collapsed on the bed.

After their orgasms, both Byron and Eileen lay back with a look of pure bliss on their faces. I however was still hard as a rock, and dying for release. As I kneeled on the bed with my cock dripping, Eileen was first to comment that while she felt bad for me, she was all ‘fucked out’ at the moment, and not ready for round two just yet. Byron looked at my cock and remarked that he certainly wasn’t all ‘fucked out’. 

He grabbed a tube of Astroglide, and poured a generous amount on his fingers, then stuck them up his asshole, swirling back and forth to fill his rectum with a generous quantity. He then motioned for me to come closer to him. I looked at Eileen, and she just grinned, telling me all I needed to know about her approval of my first anal encounter. Byron squirted another quantity of lube in his hand, and stroked my cock, coating every inch with the slick gel. He lifted his legs in missionary position, and put a pillow under his ass, lifting his hole into the perfect position for penetration. 

I was a bit apprehensive, but turned on also, as my cock neared his sphincter. Any hesitation melted away when Byron lustily told me that he was dying to be fucked, and guided my cock into him. His asshole was tight, but amazingly offered little resistance. We soon got into a rhythm, with his hips rising to meet my thrusts. Eileen remarked about how hot the scene was making her, and urged me on. 

At one point, Byron leaned up and pulled me down, into a passionate kiss. Here I was, a 50 something man, fucking and kissing another man, with my wife moaning her approval. I was so horny that in no time I felt the familiar tingling in my balls that preceded an orgasm. Byron urged me on, moaning “fuck me … fuck me hard!” which I was most happy to oblige. Soon, I was past the point of no return, and began pumping my hot cum into Byron’s ass. After I came, I reached down and kissed him, and my beautiful wife joined in as well. 

We all got up and showered, cleaning the cum, lube and saliva off our bodies. Then, we crawled into bed, with Eileen between us, and fell asleep. 

At some point in the middle of the night, I awoke with a raging hard on. I looked at Eileen and Byron, both soundly asleep. I had the strongest urge to suck Byron’s cock, and figured Eileen would have no objections, having watched me fuck our friend earlier in the evening. 

I got out of bed quietly and went over to the other side. Fortunately, Byron was lying on his back, making access to his cock very easy. I reached under the covers and began to stroke him. His cock began to wake up, as did he. He started to mumble something, but I kissed him, muffling the sound.

Following my wife’s lead, I then began licking and nibbling Byron’s body, until I found myself mere inches from his cock. Here was yet another moment of truth. I had dreamed of swallowing my buddy’s cock and cum, and had licked his seed from my wife earlier in the evening, but would I actually be able to bring myself to pleasure him fully, and fulfill my cock sucking fantasy?

I leaned over and kissed the head of his cock, licking a small drop of pre-cum as I did so. Lust soon overtook me, and I wrapped my lips around the head and shaft of my friend’s cock and began to bob my head up and down. I quickly found that if I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, I could take the remainder of him all the way without gagging. 

Soon, I found my rhythm, and began bobbing my head in earnest. My buddy was providing ample pre-cum, which was like nectar to me at this point. I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth, and coated it with saliva and Byron’s juices, then proceeded to stick it up his ass. 

My finger found his prostate, and I began to lightly massage it. I heard Byron’s breathing get quicker, and with a grunt, he unloaded his warm cum into my mouth. I took every drop and, not wanting to hurry the moment, swirled his load around my mouth, to savor it like fine wine. After finally swallowing my buddy’s cum, I returned to his face, and kissed him lovingly, just as Eileen, now awake, went below the covers and began to lick and suck my cock.

We spent the remainder of the evening in complete sexual abandon. I fucked Eileen, and then let Byron fuck me. We tried every combination we could think of until the morning light finally brought our carnal evening to a close. Eileen and I got dressed and went back to our hotel, both of us with a look of total satisfaction on our faces.

On the drive home, we talked about how natural it felt for all of us, and that if an opportunity to get together again ever presented itself, we would jump at the chance. 

Several months later, Byron called and asked if I would like to go hiking in the local mountains of Southern California. It would be a two-day hike, with an overnight camp out. He had all the gear, so I just needed to show up. I told him I needed to check with Eileen. She happily agreed with the trip but with one condition … that I agree to come home well sucked and fucked, and with the taste of Byron’s cum on my lips. 

I really think my wife is more thrilled with my new found bisexuality than I am!

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