What Happens in Vegas, Part 1

My husband and I went to Vegas for a week; we needed to relax and take a break. After spending the day eating and walking around, we went back to our hotel room with drinks in hand. Our lovely suite had a great view of the Vegas strip. Did I mention this was all on the same day we arrived?

It was early, but I was tired; I couldn’t wait to shower and get in bed. We had both had a long, sweaty day in over 100-degree heat. I undressed, gathered my pajamas, and then enjoyed a luxurious half-hour in the glass sit-down shower. When I came out, my husband was unpacking our things.

“That can wait until tomorrow,” I said. I got into our king-size hotel bed and checked my phone.

“Well, you’re quick. You’re all ready for bed,” my husband said, then checked the time. “Isn’t it a bit early?”

“I’m tired. I thought you would be too.”

My husband laughed. “I am, but I’m excited to be here with you.”

“Me, too.” I smiled. “Wow, just look at that view.” I got up and went over to our hotel window.

My husband came over and wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like this for a few minutes, watching the sky color as the sun settled behind the Spring Mountains.

“It’s beautiful,” he said. “I’m glad we’re here.”

Unbeknownst to us, the fun was only just beginning!

His lips on my neck sent jolts down my spine. Suddenly, I wasn’t that tired anymore. I planted a kiss on my husband’s lips, and before I knew it, his hands were rubbing inside my underwear, and I was wet.

“Well, I guess I better shower now,” my husband said, pulling away and heading toward the bathroom.

What!? He had started this, gotten me all riled up, all the while planning to leave me to my own devices while he showered? He had me fuming. But all I said was, “Hurry up, please.”

My husband winked, then came back over and kissed me. It’ll just be a quick one,” he promised. He got undressed but told me to get back in bed. “I’ll make it fast,” he assured me again. He turned to walk away… but then he decided to do one more thing first. He didn’t undress me, just moved the crotch of my PJ shorts aside and started playing with my pussy. I let out ever-so-slight moans, throwing my head back as his hand worked its magic.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Tell me how much you like it.”

“A lot,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”

My husband changed pace, rubbing faster.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, my excitement growing.

Yeah, you like that,” my husband said with a grin. “I’m going to make you cum.” He rubbed me faster,  and I started to lose control.

“That feels so good.” My hips started to tighten and rise toward his hand.

“Yes, baby, cum,” my husband urged. Hearing this encourages me, and he knows it. I can’t stop myself from cumming when he tells me to over and over again.

Deep moans kept welling out of me. “Baby, that feels good.” When my husband inserted two fingers into me while continuing to rub my pussy, I no longer cared how loud I got. “Fuck!” I cried out.

“Cum. I like seeing you cum for me,” my husband told me.

I felt the tension building up and knew it was only a matter of moments before I would find release. I clutched at the sheets.

“That’s right, baby. You like this?” my husband asked.

“Oh, my goodness.”

“You like it when I rub your pussy?”

“Yes,” I moaned as I felt my climax near. I squirmed around on the bed. “Ooooo, please, baby,” I whimpered.

“That’s it,” my husband said, “cum. I want you to cum.”

The tightness in my core built higher at his continued urging. I moaned louder, my pitch rising incrementally as each moment of pleasure passed. Finally, I couldn’t resist any longer. I had to give in. Pulling handfuls of the sheets, I rode the wave to the peak. I just needed… one more…

“Cum!”

I felt it. Here it came. My toes started to curl, and my body started spasming. “Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Fuck. Fuck.” My body shook as I let out loud moans, my orgasm ripping through my body.

That’s right, baby, keep cumming,” my husband said.

“Fuck!” I yelled, my head bouncing off the pillow as more contractions rocked me.

“Yeah, baby, I like seeing you come.”

“It’s happening,” I moaned. “It’s still…”

That’s it. Oh, I love watching you cum.”

As my orgasm finally waned, I smiled weakly.

“That feel good?” my husband asked.

I nodded.

“Now I have to shower,” he said. But his erection was ready; I couldn’t think why he’d want a shower more than sex.

“No,” I said. “I want you inside me.”

“I have to shower,” my husband said.

Before he could turn away, I grabbed his hard cock. He didn’t resist, and I went down on him. I felt rather than saw his head immediately drop back. I put all of him in my mouth, then very gently licked his balls. When he groaned, even more moisture released from my already wet pussy. I continued to suck my husband off until he undressed me and laid me on the bed.

“Guess my shower can wait,” he laughed.

My husband went down on me with a quick dive, eliciting a groan. I felt his mouth inside my soul, sucking it out. I pulled on the covers as his tongue flicked on my sweet wet, pussy. His finger went inside me again, then two. As I moaned, I didn’t notice myself pulling the sheets yet again. (I’m sure the housekeeper wondered why we stripped the beds.) My husband stopped eating me out for a moment to finger-fuck me.

“Babe…” I moaned.

“You like that, don’t you?” my husband asked again.

“Yes.”

“I want you to come for me again,” he said. Before going back down on me, he kissed my lips. Then he looked into my eyes. “I love you,” he told me. “I’m going to make you feel how much I love you.”

“I love you too,” I answered, ready for whatever he would give.

My husband kissed my lips once more, then kissed me all over my body until he reached my pussy yet again. I felt his hot breath near it. His fingers kept moving inside me, gently fingering me.

“Ooooooooh,” I moaned loudly. Before I knew it, he started eating out my sweet, wet pussy some more.

His mouth brought me closer and closer to release. The noise filling our room only got louder, all of it coming from me. I held onto the sheets, not caring about the noise. My husband’s mouth had me frozen to the bed; I couldn’t move and didn’t want it to stop. His fingers danced inside me as his mouth worked wonders. I felt selfish in a good way—this was my pleasure, and I was giving into it. My body started doing things I couldn’t control. As my orgasm inched closer, I pulled my husband’s hair because it felt so good.

I don’t know how long my husband ate me out, but I felt my explosion coming closer. I’d never orgasmed from oral, but this was truly different; I completely surrendered to it, not caring about anything else. Nothing could cover my moans, but I didn’t realize nor care how loud I was. I felt it coming—my body was about to let go. My heart raced, and my fingers tugged my husband’s hair. I honestly didn’t care about anything else at that moment as I felt my peak arrive. Then, I exploded.

“Fuuuuccccckkkkkk.” I moaned loudly. “Fuckkkkkkk.”

My body shook uncontrollably. My legs clenched around my husband’s head tightly, and my nails dug into him. The orgasm ripped through my entire body as my walls clenched down hard. The sensation was deep—too deep. I felt tears building up because it felt so good.

Once my orgasm subsided, my husband stopped and looked at me. He kissed my lips.

“I love it when you cum,” he said.

Then I saw his arms.

“Yikes!” I cried. “Baby, I’m so sorry!” I stared at what my nails had done.

My husband laughed. “I like it when you do this,” he said. “How many times do I have to tell you? I love it when you cum.” He kissed me again.

Now, I thought, it was my turn to take care of him. But no!

“Well, I have to get in the shower, then we can finish.” My husband looked almost gleeful.

“No,” I said. “Please! I want you inside me.”

“I can’t do that before my shower.” He chuckled.

“Yes, you can,” I insisted. “I want you inside me.” My husband tried to get up to take his shower, but I wrapped my legs around him. “I want to feel you inside me,” I whispered. “My pussy wants you.”

I felt his mouth on mine, his tongue diving inside. It didn’t take much convincing to prevent him from showering. When I felt his erection against my leg, I grabbed his hard cock and led it to my sweet hole. But my husband refused to thrust.

“Baby, fuck me,” I moaned.

“I can’t just fuck you.” He was grinning from ear to ear. He pulled out of me, licked my erect nipples, and then put the tip in me before pulling out again.

“Ugh. Don’t do that.” I said with a smile.

“Do what?”

“Don’t tease me,” I said.

“Yeah, but I can’t just fuck you,” he said. “That wouldn’t be fun.” My husband kissed my stomach before moving to my lips. He again inserted the tip of his cock into me before pulling out.

“Arrrgh!” I fussed. “Why can’t you just fuck me, baby?”

“You want me to fuck you?” My husband asked.

I nodded.

“How badly?”

“Badly,” I said.

“Tell me how badly,” he said as he again put the tip in and pulled it out.

“So, so bad, baby,” I moaned. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please.”

“Like this?” He entered me fully but then pulled out.

“Yesss,” I hissed.

“Or like this?” He did it again, a little harder.

“Yes, yes,” I moaned. “Just fuck me, baby. Please. Please.”

“I love it when you beg me to fuck you,” my husband said.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” I moaned.

Instantly, my husband entered me and started thrusting hard. “Like this, right?” he asked.

“OhhHhh, YyyEss!” My voice wavered with his pounding, but the pleasure didn’t.

“You like it when I fuck your pussy like this?” my husband asked.

I hoped the moan I managed in answer deciphered well. My wet pussy grabbed my husband’s cock as he thrust into me. “Ooooh, baby, that. feels. so. good!”I pulled him close, and we wrapped ourselves around each other, our bodies in sync. The only thing audible for a while was my husband plunging in and out of my sweet, wet pussy.

“That’s right, baby. Right there,” I mumbled.

“You feel so fucking good.” My husband groaned the words as he thrust harder. Sweat built up on our bodies; not even the air-conditioned room could prevent it. Then I heard what I wanted: my husband started to grunt.

“That’s right, baby, cum in me,” I encouraged. “Cum in your pussy. This is your pussy.”

A few seconds later:

“Baby, I’m ’bout to cum,” my husband moaned.

“Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me,” I urged him. “Fill this pussy with cum.”

“AArrggggggh!” my husband shouted. “Shit!”

I knew my husband was filling me up. “Yes,” I moaned. “I love your hot cum.”

A few minutes later, my husband kissed me. He licked my nipples before pulling out.

“Now we both need to shower,” he said with laughter in his voice.

I felt his cum leaking out of me. I tried to hold it in, thinking, “I’ll get a towel or tissue,” but there was just no way to contain it all. Although, I did try my best to clean it up. (Gosh, I wonder what housekeeping thinks about us after that week, lol.)

We both made our way to the shower, and let’s just say there’s more than a part 1 of “What Happens in Vegas.”