Have I got a story for you!
My husband and I live in Reno and travel pretty often. We are always looking for a reason to have fun. I am 36 and he is 39 and recently, we have learned we like to keep things spicy! A girlfriend of mine has been along for all of the details and suggested I begin to blog them. Too shy to write under my real name, but as an avid reader here in the past, you all can come along for my husband's and my sexy adventures. I will start my storytelling with our recent trip to Vegas which grew our trust and love, and created a sexy story for you!
Like other stories I will write in the future, this is all true.
We were driving to Vegas to meet a long-ago college girlfriend and her girlfriend/basically wife for dinner. Always up for an excuse for a trip! On our way there, we had no reason to be home and decided to stay longer. We had a few tourist things planned but wanted a spicy weekend and figured Vegas was the place for that! Strip clubs were fun but were getting repetitive. I love a sexy female as much as the next girl, and I got advice online that we should try an in-room female stripper. I was told it is easier, sexier, safer and cheaper. In addition to some dinner plans, my husband and I booked an in-room female stripper for mid-afternoon at the Bellagio for the third day of our trip.
Once in Vegas, my mind was wandering to male strippers, a conversation I hadn’t brought up to my husband. I had only been around male strippers once at a party with the college girlfriend we had made the trip for. I was good and didn’t do anything with him back then, while some other girls in the group certainly were not! During breakfast the second day that experience came up with my husband, who I guess had never been told about it. One talk led to another and all of a sudden, we were making plans to get a male stripper!
My mind immediately was envisioning a rock-hard male stripper pressing up against me in our Bellagio suite, making me wet and showing off for my husband. Was this the type of thing he would like? There was only one way to tell, I thought. An in-room stripper was the way to go because we could select the guy, control the environment and control the activity. It was quicker and cheaper overall and we could get right to the good stuff! As for strippers, I’d seen female strippers on top of my husband, making him hard. I told him that I didn’t like it but secretly, in a spot I will never admit to him, there’s something taboo about it that gets me going.
Our relationship limits in these situations have changed several times. Recently, we decided that should we find ourselves in a situation with another, everything is fair game except for actual sex. I found myself picturing getting fucked by a male stripper with my husband watching, wondering if the rules needed to be changed again.
As quickly as I thought it, my dreams were shattered after a quick search online for male in-room strippers made clear we didn’t have time to line one up right away. So, we pivoted and that evening, we decided to go off to Men of Sin City in Las Vegas, a strip club with girls downstairs and men upstairs.
I am 5 foot 6 inches, 130 pounds, large C-cup breasts, and I know how to dress for the boys! I am a fierce redhead so I curled my hair and put on a sexy white lace thong. Walking around the room naked, I selected a braless crop top, mini skirt and heels and we were ready for a night with the men!
We got there and found a seat. At first it was just okay, which was made worse by the fact that I couldn’t get my mind off of the imaginary in-room stripper that should have been pushing into me at this moment in our room. I brought myself into our current environment though, and my husband and I ordered a couple of drinks each to loosen up and started watching everyone. I couldn’t help but wonder how this was going to go… would my husband get jealous? Was this something he would enjoy? He’d never seen me in a sexual environment with another man. There were a couple girls giving tips to the men on the stage and my husband told me to go start and do that. I would look back at him and see him smirking so I thought that was a good sign.
Back in the chairs, one of those guys came by to the seat after his performance was done and sat down. My husband bought him a drink and we started talking He asked us if we had been here before; my husband started telling him the story as to how we ended up here that night. As he was talking, the man kept getting closer to me and ended up giving me half a dance for free before he got called back on stage.
As soon as he left, the next one came, and a good one he was. To protect his identity, lets just call this man T. Well, T showing up was like a Greek god had appeared in front of me out of nowhere. My husband and I had decided that the way I would communicate that I found somebody attractive was by asking them where they were from. In my state of being mesmerized, I found a way for my mouth to gather those words and let them out. My husband immediately picked up on it and asked him to dance for me.
There was a small table between my husband and me, and T spun the chair so that I was facing him as he danced for me. Starting slowly and introducing my hands to his body, he made sure to let me explore here and there. As he moved closer, I slouched in my chair, inviting him in by spreading my legs. In he came, pressing on top of me as I let out what can only be described as a giggle and a moan combined. As I made that noise, it immediately struck me that my husband was probably watching.
I looked over T’s shoulder to see my husband quietly observing with a hint of a smile. Was this something he was enjoying? To test it out, I spread my legs the rest of the way, allowing him to see my white thong, and placed my hands on T’s ass, making direct eye contact with my husband. A smile is all I needed from him for approval to know we were on the right track. I could feel myself starting to get wet just as the song ended and T had to go back on stage. Dammit! I couldn’t get my words together to ask him to come back after, as I hoped he would remember me.
I intended to catch up with my husband and see how that made him feel, but it turns out the Men of Sin City don’t let up. No sooner was T gone than I had a new friend standing over me. This gentleman, again for privacy, is named C. I love a man who gets to the point, and C did that by immediately asking me if I wanted to go for a private dance. Maybe he saw the heat building up with his coworker just a moment before. I was hot and bothered and immediately said yes. My husband did not want to go but said I should so I went back alone. We agreed on a brief 15 minutes and off we went.
In hindsight, C wasn’t really my type, but after T got my motor running, that didn’t really matter. We got in back and C didn’t waste any time getting his clothes off. He danced and my hands explored, as did his. C clearly was a fan of my breasts. He would lift my arms above my head and gyrate into my body, inspiring another one of those moans that I surprised myself with earlier. In a blink of an eye, with my legs around his, he spun me around and before I knew it, I was on top of him cowgirl-style, with him gyrating under me. He grabbed my hips and under my skirt, grabbed my ass. And as quickly as it started, I realized it was incredible how quick 15 minutes can go as we stood up and he told me our time was up. Straightening out my outfit, he gave me a quick peck of a kiss on the lips as I headed back to the table.
Flustered, hot and bothered at this point was a complete understatement! Already feeling ravished, I got back to my husband to find no one other than T, who had gotten off stage and made his way back to my husband. As I got back, T teasingly said that he hoped I didn’t have too good of a time without him. I caught my husband, who knows me cold, looking me up and down, apparently trying to figure out what happened in back…I have no doubt he could sense I was turned on. He told me that they were waiting for me and asked if I wanted to go back with both him and T.
“YES” came out before I even thought it, which he knew because they had already agreed on a private room and 30 minutes of time, which ended up being a lot longer once we were back there.
Walking back with T in front of me, holding my hand, and my husband behind me holding my other hand, I had butterflies the size of crows in my stomach. It took everything I had to control myself with C. I knew I would be more free and comfortable with my husband with me, and combining that with 30 minutes with T, my mind was racing. At the end of the hallways, T took a right where C had gone left, and we found ourselves in a more private version of the previous room with 3 walls, a small couch, a chair and a curtain for privacy.
T asked if I had anything we did or didn’t want to happen in terms of comfort level. I couldn’t get out any words in response so he said my husband wanted him to allow me to relax and have fun. I said that was good with me so T sat me down on the couch and my husband took a seat on the chair.
T danced for me a little bit and stripped down to a g-string. He was immediately more sensual and a better dancer than C. He was magical as he was moving my hands to his body. He danced closer and closer to me, moving up and down my body with his, as my hands explored him. He stood up in front of me and briefly placed my hands on his fully erect cock through his g-string. His dick had appeared so large through his shorts earlier I had actually thought it was stuffed. I learned that it was all T.
I asked him to see it and he responded that we would have to set up another time for that with a wink. He moved on top of me, wrapping my legs around him. His strong arms picked me up; he stood me up in front of him and spun me around so I was facing my husband. He lifted my arms up and around his neck behind me with his dick pushing into my ass. He ran his hands down my arms, down the front of my breasts and down to grab my hips and pull them back into him. Another moan came belching out as I thought, "Dammit, I need to control that."
T motioned to my husband to get up from his chair and sit on the couch where I had started. He then spun me around and guided me down on my husband. At this point, my mini skirt that I was wearing was pushed way up to my hips as I sat down on my husband’s lap. I was thinking again that night that I was glad I had worn a sexy thong, which was now as wet as my pussy from all of this action. T moved in and my husband placed my hands on T. I was moving a little bit on my husband’s lap, trying to turn him on because I could feel his dick getting hard under my ass.
T was running his hands up my legs to my hips as he was moving and dancing. He asked my husband if he wanted to help him out. He nodded and T took my husband’s hands and put them on my large breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra so fondling my breasts quickly became playing with my nipples through my shirt. T was going through all the moves, on top of me and turning around, putting on a show. As T turned around again to face me, my husband saw my hands move from T’s ass to quickly fall back on his erect cock. T smirked at me and at the same time as my husband was still fondling me, he lifted my top, exposing my bare breasts and rubbing my rock-hard nipples.
T saw this as an invitation to take it up a level, spreading my legs apart, as my husband’s legs opened outside of mine. My husband started kissing my neck and playing with my bare breasts and I could feel his hard dick through his linen pants under me, which turned me on. T’s mouth came down to use his tongue on my nipple as his hands were on my hips, with my skirt compressed up so much it almost disappeared. T was running his tongue around the outside of my perky nipple, slowing sucking, as my husband pulled my crop-top off over my head. My husband’s other hand came down to continue stimulating one nipple, while T was sucking on the other. I was going wild, thrusting my hips up and down, pushing my bare ass into my husband’s crotch.
T lifted his head, put his hands on the back of the couch behind us and pushed his crotch into mine. I could feel his huge dick rubbing against my pussy as if he was fucking me. My heart was racing as these two men were ravishing me as I was sandwiched between them. I looked back and made out with my husband as both his hands were back on my breasts. I turned back and almost pushed my mouth into T’s as I so badly wanted to devour him, but not knowing how my husband would feel, I resisted the urge.
T was still intently rubbing his hard cock up and down the outside of my pussy as I was envisioning him pulling my thong aside and fucking me. This only lasted a couple minutes as I felt a gush of liquid in me followed by an intense orgasm. My body fell limp as both guys knew I had climaxed, so T slowly eased up and got off of me. Flushed and numb, I sat down next to my husband, noticed his rock-hard erection in his pants, and pulled my skirt back down, still totally topless. T started dancing with me again much calmer while I ran my hands over his glistening body until he said our time had time run out.
I put on my shirt and heels. My husband was going to tip him just as I left the room to go to the bathroom. Unknown to me at the time, my husband and T exchanged phone numbers before they parted ways. We stayed for a little longer and the private rooms were getting busier with others coming and going, so we had a drink and then made the walk down to the female part of the strip club. I always have been as attracted to women as men, and the women here were gorgeous, but they were getting close to closing so my husband and I got a drink quickly and sat down. I wanted to get him to dance so I had him pick a girl he wanted for a lap dance. After that we each got a couple more dances together and went back to the hotel.
We weren’t back in the room for 3 minutes before my husband already had me bend over the side of the bed, skirt up and thong off, and he was fucking me from behind. He told me he was charged up from watching me that night and quickly filled my pussy up with cum. The sun was coming up in Las Vegas at this point as we lay down and quickly fell asleep.
We woke up in the morning to a fun conversation about everything the past night. We visit female strippers often but had never done anything like this with another man so I wanted to take the time to check in with his emotions and make sure he had no ill feelings looking back on the night before. To the contrary, he loved it and said it made him hot watching me get turned on and be so sexual. We went to breakfast and found ourselves retelling the events of the previous evening. This is when my husband told me that he had exchanged numbers with T.
At first, I was shocked as it never crossed my mind, but that feeling was quickly replaced by curiosity of what that possibility could become. After all, T had winked the night before and hinted of a meet-up. We beat around the bush a little bit as to how that might go and as the check came, decided to save the number and circle back to it all as we had some shopping to do!
Time flew by shopping. Then it was time to get back to the Bellagio to get ready for our appointment with our in-room female strippers from a local reputable company with a large online presence. As I mentioned, in-room strippers are the way to go if you want a cleaner, more sensual and with customized time, all while being able to dodge the negatives of being around a strip club. My husband and I spent time browsing their website looking at different packages and girls. I wrote and asked questions and we settled on a 90-minute appointment with a bombshell-looking blonde with fake breasts and a happy smile. Her name started with an H, so I will refer to her as that.
H showed up on time dressed inconspicuously. I answered the door and she introduced herself and was immediately warm and comfortable. I was just meeting her but she made it feel like I had known her for a long time. She put her stuff down and introduced herself to my husband. We had a bottle of champagne to share so after opening that and some small talk, she took me aside and quietly talked to me about what I was expecting and what level of interaction I was comfortable with.
My husband has a lesbian fetish so I explained to her that the main idea was to put on a show for him. I told her that she could feel free to strip and dance for both of us and that I wanted him to have a great time (especially after the night before), but ultimately, I wanted to get to the point where she and I would put on a show like you would see in a lesbian porno. I mentioned lots of making out, playing with breasts and then moving on to more intense stuff down below while my husband watched. I also went further to reiterate our recently-agreed upon rule that should things progress further than expected, we were both comfortable with anything except for actual vaginal intercourse, but that we weren’t planning on that.
The reservation was $450 and she told me for that, she would strip nude, provide lap dances and some light girl/girl action, no different than you would get in a lap dance and a strip club. She said that not everybody provided more services, and that she based it on when she met the clients in person. She said for an extra $200 we could do anything we wanted for the time we had booked with her. Truth be told, she was much prettier than I expected so even though I was nervous, I was pretty excited about the entire thing now that I was in it. My husband paid her and she moved us over to the couch in our suite.
H made the entire thing so comfortable and not awkward from the very beginning as she was clearly a professional at this and so sweet. She put on some music and began to dance and take her clothes off. Under her dress was a sexy little outfit, which slowly turned into a bra and thong, and so on. She would dance around in front of both of us, and also bounce back and forth between my husband and me as she took off her clothes. I was so in a trance with her beauty and the way she moved.
Once she was just in her thong, she moved on to lap dances as you would find in a strip club. We slowly touched her during each of our time. I was sliding my hands along her smooth skin, feeling the curves of her hips and her ass, and moving my hands up to her beautiful breasts. Although bouncing back and forth between my husband and me, the time she spent on me was clearly more sensual and teasing while we would look over at my husband, giggling with each other. We could tell that it was turning him on.
This went on for several minutes until she sat on my lap, straddling me, and made out with me. Her hands ran over the back of my head to my neck and then to my breasts. I had chosen to wear a simple, black slip mini-dress, not fancy, but low cut and showing off my breasts. She slid the straps off my shoulders, kissing my neck and my chest above my breasts. I was kissing her neck as well and fondling her breasts as I moved my mouth to taste her nipples. She turned around and sat on my lap, leaning us both backwards onto the couch and lying on top of me. She moved my hands to both of her breasts and slowly down to her hips. We kept looking at my husband, showing off.
She turned around and stood me up directly in between my husband’s legs. She kissed me again and undressed me down to my black thong. We had our hands on each other’s butts as we made out again. I felt my husband reach out and touch our bodies as we kissed. She took my hand and walked me into the bedroom as we motioned for my husband to follow us. We rolled onto the bed and he sat on the end of the bed. I was lying on my back with my legs open and she was on top of me making out with me. I was feeling her body as she moved her mouth down, kissing my neck, breasts and stomach.
She sat up on her knees and removed her thong as we both looked over at my husband who was drooling over what he was witnessing. Next, she pulled off my thong as she moved her mouth down to my vagina. Her tongue touched me as I let out a longer moan like the night before. My body shook as her tongue slipped inside of me, followed by her fingers. She was alternating between eating me out and manipulating her fingers in a way that I had never felt before. She drove me wild. She quickly brought me to my first orgasm.
She looked up and sat me up facing her, pulling me on top of her and spreading her legs. I made out with her as I put my fingers inside of her. I had never had my fingers inside of another woman and had no idea what to expect, as I had only touched my own body in the past. H was moving her body into my fingers as we made out. Her pussy was getting wet, which made me grow confidence in my movements with her.
She sat up and we both realized that my husband had moved to the chair next to the bed. He had unzipped his pants and was playing with his fully erect dick while watching us. She whispered if we should go take care of him. I looked at the clock and we had 30 minutes left so I told her, "Let’s keep playing first."
She laid me back and placed her legs in between mine and scissored me. I was moving my hips against hers and she was rubbing our pussies together while we were touching each others’ breasts and bodies. The movement and the friction of our genitals against each other brought me to an even stronger climax than the first one.
I glanced over at my husband who looked charged with what he was watching. I whispered to H that I wanted to finish my husband off with a double blowjob. I told her that she could do whatever she wanted with him while I was going down on him and vice-versa. She nodded, and I waved my husband over and laid him down in between us on the bed. I whispered into his ear that I wanted him to enjoy himself.
We took his shirt off and finished taking his pants off. I went down on him first and could already taste a little bit of his pre-cum from his excitement watching us. H was sitting there so I motioned her up to my husband. She crawled up and kissed him and placed her boobs in his face. He was touching her ass and I was sucking on him. I didn’t do it for long as I wanted him to also feel her so I took my mouth off and told H it was her turn. She spun around and put all of him in her mouth as I watched in amazement. She was moving up and down on his cock with her mouth and her hand, and frankly, I was watching trying to learn. He touched my ass, so I looked over at him and leaned over and made out with him as he touched me. He whispered to me that he was going to cum and I told him to do it. He said it louder so H could hear him as I continued to kiss him. She lifted her head up and with both hands finished him off, spraying his cum onto her tits. After he came, she motioned me down and we licked his dick clean with our tongues and alternated kissing each other.
She excused herself to the restroom and he rolled over and pulled me down for a kiss. We sat up and put our underwear back on as she came out topless in a thong. She told us how much she enjoyed working with us and excused herself to get dressed, so we did the same. My husband got an extra $100 bill to tip her. She gave me her direct cell phone number in case we wanted to meet up with her again in the future. She gave us both a hug and let herself out.
My husband and I lay down next to each other, both of us completely satisfied and happily exhausted from the experience. We talked about what a sensual time that was and how comfortable H made the entire thing. At this point, we were getting hungry, so we showered and got ready for dinner.
We went out to dinner and he was mesmerized with what happened. We drank and celebrated what was nearing the end of a fun trip and then our conversation moved back to that phone number my husband had in his phone. Even after my surprisingly erotic experience with H, I couldn’t get my mind off of T and the night before. My husband asked if I would have any interest in seeing him in the hotel. The excitement surged through my body with a huge YES, but I didn't want to sound that eager so I told him that it was up to him. My husband told me that as good of a time that he had with T at Men of Sin City, he was left pondering more. He had visions of T’s cock in my mouth as he was fucking me. Being our last night, he messaged T but it was too late to plan something, so sadly his fantasy would have to wait till next time.
Reno and Vegas are pretty close, so stay tuned for our next trip to meet up with our new friend!
