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How the Dice Roll

"Seven out!" The dealer called and the table first groaned, then exploded in applause. My wife of sixteen years, Jamie, had just gone on an epic stretch as the shooter at a Vegas craps table, hitting 12 points in a row and forcing three dealer changes over the last ninety minutes.

The majority of the table asked to color up all at once, and Jamie and I did as well. I was up about $300, as my strategy was to only ever bet the pass. Jamie looked to be up twelve or thirteen hundred, having been led into taking some more risks as her streak went on from the man to her right.

Given the number of $100 chips I could see him stacking for the dealer to color up, I quickly guessed that he was up over ten grand, and had probably lost two thousand when Jamie finally crapped out He'd had chips placed all over the table when she rolled that fateful seven.

A man in a suit from the casino was talking with him, and I saw him nodding and then signing something. As Jamie's chips were taken by the dealer and counted, he leaned over to my wife and I.

"Guess they don't want me gambling anymore tonight, they just offered me complimentary bottle service and a VIP booth at Tao. Seeing as you're responsible for my winnings, I thought I'd ask you both to join me."

"Oh," my wife said, "thanks but we're not much for the clubs."

"Me neither," he replied with a charming grin, "but it would be a shame to waste it. How about you come for a drink, and then you get back to your evening."

Jamie turned to me now, and I saw a sparkle in her blue eyes that I knew meant she wanted to go.

"Never gotten the VIP treatment before," I said, "could be fun to go for a drink or two."

Her smile told me that I'd chosen wisely, and she turned back to the man.

"We'll take you up on that offer, I'm Jamie, this is my husband Mark."

"I'm Winston, pleasure to meet you both."

Another casino suit came up to Winston now and motioned for us to follow him. We grabbed our pile of chips and followed.

***

We'd both taken that Friday off to start the four hour drive to Vegas from LA early in the morning rather than try to fight traffic in the evening. My sister Hollie was watching the kids for the weekend, happy to have a few days by our pool on a beautiful June weekend and keep an eye on her 13 and 8 year old niece and nephew.

It had been a couple of years since we'd taken a weekend for just ourselves, and in the weeks leading up to the trip our sex life had already begun to pick up from the anticipation of two nights without having to worry about waking the kids.

Just the morning before, Jamie had surprised me by coming into the shower while I was getting ready for work. I'd been washing my hair when the curtain opened and I saw her 5' 8" body come in to join me.

"Well good morning," I said to her, admiring as always her gorgeous, large, full breasts, perfectly curved tummy and the small patch of blonde hair between her legs.

"Good morning," she replied and slipped down to her knees in front of me, taking my already stiffening cock into her hand. "Decided I couldn't wait until Vegas to do this."

Her mouth engulfed my cock, and I sank my hands into her curly, thick blonde locks. She looked up at me with her deep blue eyes as I felt her tongue tickle along the underside of my shaft as she started to hum.

"Oh god, Jamie, I love it when you do that," I sighed as she took me deeper, the head of my dick just reaching her throat. Not five minutes later, I was cumming in her mouth, which she spit out to let drain down with the shower water before standing up, giving me a peck on the cheek, and stepping back out of the shower.

What a hot woman I married, I thought as she left. Not that I was a slouch. At six feet and maybe an inch, I'd discovered that I enjoyed running a few years ago and had worked my now 45 year old dad bod into thin and strong, if not overly muscular, shape. I still have a full head of light brown hair, not too many worry wrinkles around my green eyes and a prick that I know is perfectly average in size, but that I'd learned to use to bring Jamie to orgasm. As long as I started her on the path with my fingers and tongue first.

Neither of us were too kinky when it came to sex, Jamie liked to be spanked every once in a while, and I had a fondness for cumming on her big, beautiful tits. Outside of that, it seemed every few years we'd try something a little out of our ordinary.

During a particularly drunk sex session after a company party two Christmas' ago, I discovered that a woman's tongue probing my asshole was a unique and wonderful pleasure. But she never went there again and I never thought to ask. Hell, I'm not even sure how we ended up trying it!

We'd had sex in public a few times, once in the dressing room at a department store and another on a hiking trail. We'd recorded a few lovemaking sessions and I'd taken some sexy photos of her, but we always deleted the files a few weeks later.

I'd say the wildest thing we ever tried was an almost foursome with a couple of friends when we first moved into our house almost a decade ago. We'd found ourselves in the hot tub after a day of drinking, and somehow the couples had swapped seat partners, which led to arms around the other partners, which led to a bit of groping under the water, which led to some kissing, which led to the other couple suddenly realizing they needed to leave. It had all just sort of happened, and Jamie and I agreed that while it would have been fine if things had gone a little further, we were fine with it having not. We certainly never went looking for another situation like that again.

The sex we did have, when we found the time for it, was satisfying. I certainly didn't have any complaints, nor did Jamie.

But the first thing we did when we got checked into Treasure Island on the Vegas strip just a little after 1 on that Friday was to strip down and fuck at full volume. That we both really did miss from the pre kid days. Hearing Jamie scream for me to spank her and fuck her and cry out with her orgasm sent me right over the edge as well, and when she asked me to cum all over her, I did.

And then we promptly feel asleep until almost 6. I woke up with her arm draped over me and couldn't believe how late it was. I slipped out from under her and started the small Keurig machine going while I hopped into the shower. By the time I got out, Jamie was sipping on her coffee, still naked in bed with those gorgeous tits exposed above the sheets and a look in her eye that made me want to come over and fuck her again right then, my cock stiffening under my towel.

"Better save that for later, I know how you hate to be rushed and reservations at Nabu are for 8pm."

As I said it, I finally saw the movement under the bedspread around her crotch, and realized that she was flush, her pink lips slightly separated and her breathing quick.

"But I'm already soooo wet," she replied. "Can't you just fuck me quick, Mark. I promise to be fast getting ready."

She put down the coffee on the nightstand next to her and then pulled away the bedspread, revealing her other hand working her pussy. I did not need to be told twice, dropping my towel to the floor and rushing into bed once more to make love to my beautiful wife.

We made it to our dinner reservation, but just barely, deciding to grab a cab rather than walk the two long blocks to Caesars Palace. The sushi, and the wine with it, were both amazing, and afterwards we were both a little flush from the rich food and drink. The dinner had us horny again, and looking at my wife in a skin tight black mini dress that showed off her cleavage and her legs only made it worse. When she grabbed my cock through my thin suit pants under the table, I thought I might explode in my boxers, but managed to restrain myself. We decided to walk down to the Venetian and get a gondola ride there before heading back to the room for an early night. This was turning into an anniversary for the ages.

When we got to the Venetian, the line for the Gondola was over an hour wait, so we decided to skip it and head to the 80's rock bar inside to relive a bit of our youth. We never made it there.

Instead, as we were walking by the tables, we saw a spot open up at the $15 craps table as another couple left. Jamie veered me into the spot right away, pulled two hundred dollar bills from her cleavage and placed it down on the table.

"I'm feeling lucky," Jamie said as she did. "And we haven't played in years."

"If you're buying I'm in," I returned. I wasn't much for gambling, but was in full on bliss mode with Jamie and wanted to give her whatever she wanted.

Three shooters later, we were both on our last chips, and Jamie had just been handed the dice. Her first two rolls out of the gate were a seven and an eleven. We suddenly had chips again, the dice were rolling hot, and the night was just getting started.

After she hit her fourth point, I couldn't hold the pressure that had been building up to use the restroom and excused myself to find the men's room. When I got back, I saw a tall, well built man in an expensive suit, with tightly cropped hair standing next to Jamie, opposite where I had been. His hand was on the bare, tan skin of her shoulder, and he was pointing at the table, saying something to her. She nodded and I saw her putting more chips in. The man's hand left her shoulder before I got there, and he noticed me approaching before she did, giving me a smile.

"Two more points since you left! This guy," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the man to her right, "convinced me to start playing the numbers a bit."

"Sorry to intrude," the man said to me now, "I didn't see the wedding ring at first."

He was a charming guy, and while my first thought was that he was lying, I saw the smile on Jamie's face from getting the attention of a younger, handsome man and decided it didn't matter. "No harm, no foul," I replied and slipped a hand around my wife as she rolled her next point.

After she hit it, causing the table to erupt in applause yet again, she leaned over to me and whispered, "I need to crap out so I can take you back to the room and fuck you. I'm so fucking wet I'm surprised there isn't a puddle under me. I guess I should have worn panties."

My mind spun so hard from that statement that I didn't get my chip down for her next roll, and so had to watch another point play out. Jamie turned back to the man to her right to ask a few more questions about placing bets, and he helped her over the next few rounds as both of their chip piles began to grow and change color. While he didn't touch her again, I did see her squeeze his upper arm after a bet that he helped her with paid off, even as she turned to kiss me, her mouth opening and tongue sliding into mine in a public display of her affection for me.

The crowd continued to grow as Jamie continued hitting points. She kissed me after each one, told me how badly she wanted me, and then rolled again, the dice continuing to favor her until they finally didn't. By that time, I swore I could almost smell her sex through the smoke of the casino. I had to think back to our honeymoon to remember the last time I'd seen her this charged up.

***

We followed Winston through the crowd at the Venetian and the long line of guests waiting to get into Tao just past 11pm on Friday to a private elevator, where the man he was following handed him a card and told him someone would be waiting to escort us to our table at the top of the elevator.

As the elevator rose, Jamie grabbed my hand and gave me a kiss while I took a closer look at Winston. Probably late 20s or very early 30s, with a Rolex watch to go with his Armani suit that he wore with the confidence of someone who'd earned their success. He had boyish good looks and dark complexion, and was easily six-four or six-five. I was a bit surprised that he was alone, and decided to ask about it.

"So, Winston, you here on Vegas for business?"

"I was, conference ended yesterday and I decided to take a couple extra days to unwind and enjoy Sin City before heading back to Chicago."

"What do you do?"

"I run a small consulting firm working with advertisers on exploring cutting edge technology options to reach consumers."

Spoken like someone who had recited that line a hundred times over the last week, I thought.

"And what brought the two of you here? Birthday?"

"Anniversary," I replied, "Sixteen years."

"Well congratulations on your sweet sixteen! Did you also marry this young lady when she was 16?" He said with sincerity but a touch of humor to his voice.

"Not quite," Jamie replied with a blush and I felt her hand squeeze mine a little tighter.

"Well if I might say, I hope that I'm so lucky to have such a beautiful woman be my wife one day."

I felt a swell of pride myself at the complement and replied, "I'm a lucky man."

As the doors opened, the music of the club came in like a wall of water, and Winston stepped out while Jamie whispered into my ear, "You are going to get the fuck of your life when we get back to the room."

She gave my ear a little nibble as we walked out into the club. A very large man in all black blocked a path for us through the crowd and to our private booth. It was down a small walkway between booths further away from the dance floor, where ours went right up to it. The bouncer explained that he would stay at the top, and only let people we approved down to the booth. If anyone tried to come over the wall, he'd ask them to leave as well.

On the table between two small couches that could fit maybe three skinny people each, sat a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, a bottle of Angels Envy bourbon, a variety of juice and soda mixers, ice and glasses. The music was so loud that we had to get right up to each other's ears to talk.

The club itself was an incredible design, and the dancers on the floor a sexy mix of tangled bodies mostly younger and clearly having fun. As much as I appreciated the effect Winston's light flirting with Jamie was having on her, I imagined it wouldn't be long before his attention would be turned to one of the cute little things on the dance floor.

Winston brought my attention back to our little group by putting a small glass of the brown liquid from the bourbon bottle into my hand. I noticed both he and Jamie had the same, which was weird because Jamie didn't drink bourbon.

"To Lady Luck!" He toasted. We clinked glasses and drank, throwing down the shot in one gulp.

"Now what would the young lady prefer for her next drink?"

"Vodka soda with a splash of grapefruit juice," she replied and Winston set to making her request.

"Bourbon?" I asked into her ear.

"He said it was the only proper way to toast after a heater."

We sat down to watch the show on the dance floor and sip our drinks. Winston started off on the couch across from us, but after futilely trying to talk above the music across the table, Jamie waved him over and skootched me, giving him room on the other side of her. It was definitely tight for the three of us, and even then, Jamie had to switch from my ear to his to carry the conversation.

As I watched her lips moving not an inch from his ear, I felt a tinge of jealousy, but it was extinguished a moment later when she turned to me to say how she could feel the throb of the bass in her clit, and that if she suddenly kissed me deep it was because she was orgasming and didn't want Winston to know.

A few minutes later, Winston excused himself to the restroom and the moment he left, Jamie jumped me, her tongue driving into my mouth as I felt her body shudder. The thought that she was orgasming right here in the middle of this huge crowd got me rock hard. When she finally pulled back from the kiss thirty seconds later, she had a huge grin on her face.

"Sorry, the music just got me," she said.

"Don't be sorry for a thing, you're incredible!"

"You don't mind staying a while longer, do you? This place is actually a lot of fun!"

"We can stay as long as you want, sweetie," I replied.

"Good, cause I may want to drag you out on the dance floor at some point, look at the bubbles!"

I turned around and saw an avalanche of big soap bubbles float down from the ceiling to pop on the guests. Clubs had certainly changed in 15 years. But one thing hadn't.

"Babe, you know I can't dance," I replied.

She looked genuinely crestfallen.

I was about to change my mind and tell her I would, then had a crazy idea. If flirting with Winston was driving her this wild, what would a dance with him do?

"Maybe Winston would like to take you for a dance."

She let out a nervous laugh and put a hand on my shoulder, "You're so sweet. But I wouldn't bet on it."

I could see she was flattered by my suggestion, but wasn't sure if she meant that he wouldn't ask or she wouldn't say yes if he did.

"I'll take that bet," I replied. "If he asks, you take him up on it, I won't mind, really. If he doesn't, I'll take you."

She looked me straight in the eyes, and I saw her bite the corner of her bottom lip as she mulled it over.

"Why not? As long as you promise not to be grumpy when I get you out there. I'll give you three songs."

"Deal," I replied and kissed her to seal it. We moved over to the short wall separating our booth from the dance floor and watched the bodies as I put an arm around my wife and swayed a bit to the music.

Winston returned a few minutes later but wasn't alone. Three girls, well I guess technically women but they couldn't have been more than 22 or 23, had come down the walkway with them. They were tiny, cute little things, wearing skin tight dresses of silver, black and gold that accentuated their bodies and showed a tremendous amount of skin. A straight haired blonde with tiny rock hard breasts flanked by a short haired brunette and a long curly haired Hispanic girl. If they had a pound of body fat between the three of them, I'd be shocked.

As they came into the booth they went straight for the bottles and poured themselves drinks that were heavy on the alcohol and light on the mixers, then started dancing with each other by the far couch.

Winston came over to us, still by the wall as we watched these new intruders into our space and leaned in so we could both hear.

"Sorry about that, the bouncer sent them down with me, said our booth didn't have enough energy."

"Oh okay," Jamie replied. "Well we can take off and let you..."

"If you have to go I understand, but I was hoping to get a dance with you first. If your husband doesn't mind of course."

I nearly spit out my drink as I started to laugh. Jamie's eyes had gone about a mile wide. Winston looked like he was about to apologize, uncertainty on his face for the first time since I'd met him

"She's all yours," I replied and put a hand on his shoulder. "And with thanks. You just saved me from embarrassing myself out there."

"Well," Winston replied as he held out his hand to Jamie. "Would the lady like to dance with me?"

Jamie held up a single finger to him, then brought her lips close to my ear. "You're really okay with this, right? Me dancing with a... cute young man on our anniversary?"

I turned to whisper in her ear, "Are you still soaking wet and horny?"

She nodded.

"And are you still going to fuck me senseless when we get back to the room tonight?"

She nodded again.

"Then go and have fun. I mean it. I won't be jealous."

She turned back to me, "As long as you're sure..."

I smiled and kissed her for a long few seconds. When we broke, she held up her hand for Winston, he took it, and they began sauntering up the walkway, Winston's arm slipping around her waist.

I continued to watch them as they made their way through the crowd and then back down towards the dance floor. They were almost there when I felt a pair of small hands on my shoulder followed by a voice in my ear.
"Aren't you hot in this?" the girl's voice said in my ear, her lips no more than an inch from me. It was the blonde, Cute Girl 1, as I was thinking of her.

"Hmmm," I said as she began to pull on my suit jacket.

Cute Girl 2, the short haired brunette who was wearing an almost see thru top that her nipples were poking out of, then stepped in front of me and undid the top button of my dress shirt and pulled it out of my suit pants. She looked up at me with big brown doe eyes, pouty pink lips and an amused smile.

"Better," Cute Girl 2 said as her friend finished the job of getting my coat off and threw it on the couch. "You're actually kind of cute for an old guy. If a little stiff."

As she said the last I felt her hand grab at my crotch, wrapping her hand around my shaft through my suit pants. Absurdly, I realized she had a drink in her other long fingernailed hand that she took a sip of even as Cute Girl 3, the Hispanic with the curly hair and skirt so short that her pussy would briefly come into view as she moved, came behind her. Cute Girl 3 embraced the girl in front of me, grabbing a handful of her tits.

My cock was released from Cute Girl 2's grip as she turned around to kiss her friend, and I took the opportunity to pour a drink of my own and head to the railing, my heart racing and unsure of what was happening. What I knew for sure was that those girls were trouble.

I started to scan the dance floor for Jamie, and it didn't take too long to find her and Winston. She was much taller than most of the girls on the floor, and Winston taller than many of the men. They were dancing about a foot apart.

Jamie put her hands up above her head per the DJs current instruction, and her smile was radiant. I caught her eye and she gave me a little wave just as Winston stepped into her and then slid around behind her, his hands on her side, feeling up towards her breasts.

I was suddenly aroused, my cock straining in my boxers harder than when Cute Girl 2 had grabbed it earlier. My wife, with her beautiful mother's body, was out dancing with the most eligible bachelor in the club, and she was coming home with me. It wasn't jealousy I was feeling, it was pride.

The Cute Girl brigade made their way up to the railing, dancing around me as I continued to watch Jamie dance with Winston. Sixteen years ago, I'm sure I would have stormed out onto the dance floor and gotten in his face when I saw him pull Jamie towards him, clearly rubbing his crotch against her ass, but that night I was far more interested in the smile on her face. She was beaming from the attention of this handsome man.

The Cute Girls split their time between trying to get me to actually dance, running their hands along my side and wiggling up close to me, pouring more drinks, and dancing with each other or on top of the couch with the girls at the next booth over. On the dance floor, it had been at least three or four songs since Jamie and Winston had started dancing, and they were still going strong.

Eventually, Cute Girl 3 got between me and the railing, grinding her ass into my crotch and pulling my hands up her body to her soft but firm breasts. I squeezed them as I felt the wetness of her pussy rubbing along my pant covered shaft.

Jamie of course picked that moment to turn around and look right my way, just ten feet away. She smiled and blew me a kiss, then surprised me by mimicking Cute Girl 3, taking Winston's hands up her waist and to her breasts as she pushed back into him.

Cute Girl 3 saw it and turned around, lifting up on her toes to plant a kiss on my mouth before I had time to think. I responded, opening my mouth with her and allowing our tongues to slide past each other. My eyes darted out to Jamie, who I saw wagging a finger at me, but with such a huge smile I knew it was fine. She did not turn around to mimic Cute Girl 3 though.

I pulled away from the kiss and announced, "I need a drink after that, I think."

Cute Girl 3 smiled and shrugged and started dancing with Cute Girl 1, the platinum blonde with the emerald green eyes, instead.

I poured the drink with shaking hands, a straight shot of the tasty bourbon, took it in one gulp and then poured another over ice with a splash of coke. When I turned back around, I saw Jamie had come over to the railing with Winston still fifteen feet out on the dance floor. I walked over to her to talk.

"We're gonna stay out for a few more dances, is that okay?"

"Yes, as long as you are having fun."

"Looks like your are too!"

"These girls are crazy!"

"Well, just don't leave with any of them. But what happens in the booth..." she trailed off as she leaned across the railing to give me a kiss. She brought her hands up to cradle my face when she did, and her touch was everything to me right then.

She broke the kiss after a long beat, then turned to Cute Girl 1 standing next to me. "Take care of my man, okay? He's fair game in there as long as I'm out here." She said to her and then walked back out to the floor.

That, apparently, was what they were waiting to hear. I realized quickly that the flirting they had been doing before was tame, perhaps testing the waters to see how my wife would respond. Now that they had her go ahead from Jamie, they were going to have some fun.

Over the next few songs, I didn't spend a moment without a Cute Girl touching my ass, or grinding into my crotch, or kissing my neck or ears or lips. I felt hands stroking my cock over my pants, and had my hands pulled to their asses and breasts and then, Cute Girl 1 pulled my hand under her skirt where I felt a bare wet pussy.

"Don't turn around," she said into my ear. "The bouncers can't see what you're doing from here, but if they catch us, they'll throw us all out."

My heart thumped in its chest and my cock grew even harder. My fingers instinctively began to rub at Cute Girl 1's pussy and she responded with a moan in my ear followed by her tongue flicking across my lobe. "God your hand is amazing," she cooed.

As I continued to work her bare pussy with my fingers, she began to respond, her breath quickening and her body shaking from my touch. The other two girls were to either side of me, rubbing at my balls and dick through my thin suit pants as I got their friend off. We formed a tight little circle, their three bodies blocking the view of what I was doing from the rest of the club, and they passed me between each of their lips. Cute Girl 2 had a tongue ring, I realized as we kissed.

"Oh my god," Cute Girl 1 whispered into my ear as I broke the kiss with her friend, "I think you're gonna make me cum."

It was then that I looked out on the dance floor and saw Jamie kissing Winston for the first time. I pulled my hand away from the little blonde and told the Cute Girls, "I need to sit down."

She gave a little pout but quickly pulled down the front of her tight skirt to cover herself. I moved over to the couch and plopped down.

I wasn't upset about what I'd seen, quite the opposite. Between seeing Jamie's lips locked on another mans while I was touching another woman's pussy, and having my junk rubbed by two other sexy young women, I was simply on the verge of exploding. Any more stimulation and I was going to have a big wet spot.

The Cute Girls convened for a discussion, and I was thankful for the recovery time. Out on the dance floor, Jamie and Winston had returned to just dancing. Well, mostly just dancing. Though I couldn't quite tell from my angle through the crowd, I thought that Jamie's arm was in a position where she might be feeling Winston's cock through his suit. But I couldn't be sure.

After a few minutes I lost them in the crowd again and took another drink as Cute Girl 1 came over and sat beside me.

"So," she whisper/yelled into my ear, "you gonna take me back to your room with you, your wife and her friend to fuck?"

I nearly spit out my drink. This night going that far hadn't even crossed my mind. It was our anniversary, after all.

"No," I replied back to her, "sorry but we're just having a bit of fun here at the club. We're going back by ourselves."

Now it was Cute Girl 1's turn to laugh. "Really? Cause it sure seems like what they're doing is turning you on, and I know I am. You were just about to cum in your pants, huh?"

Right on all accounts, I thought, but still. "Besides, I'm sure he'll end up with one of you girls before the night is over."

"Oh really? That's weird cause I don't want him and I think the last six songs has proven who he's into."

"Why aren't you interested?" I asked. I was actually intrigued by what she saw she didn't like. Maybe I was missing something that I should be concerned about.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Not into big dicks. I like to keep it tight down there. Besides, I like older men." Then she gave me another kiss on the check and said, "And yours feels just perfect. I'd really like to feel it in my tight little young pussy."

"How do you know how big he is?" I asked stupidly, trying to deflect her last statement.

"That suit he wears is pretty thin. All you have to do is glance down to see it."

Fair enough, I thought. She rubbed my chest and her friends walked over.

"Your wife is going to have that big cock in her later tonight. It's okay, it's hot you love her so much and trust her so much to let her do that. But don't you deserve a little yourself, too? She did tell me to take care of you."

Cute Girl 1 straddled me now, and Cute Girl 2 got right behind her on my knees while Cute Girl 3 knelt on the couch next to me blocking the view up the walkway. My mind was reeling as I first imagined Winston between my wife's legs, his dark cock touching her pussy lips as I kissed my wife.

While Cute Girl 1 bent over and kissed me deeply.

I imagined looking down and seeing Winston enter Jamie, and the sigh that she made when he did.

While Cute Girl 3 reached to my crotch and unzipped and unbuttoned my pants.

I imagined Jamie's lips wrapped around my cock as he thrust into her.

But when Cute Girl 1 pulled my cock out beneath her and slid it along her bare, wet pussy, I thought of the words of my college dorm RA, 'don't do anything you can't clean off with ajax.' If this was going to happen, they would all be safe about it at least.

"You're right, we should do this back in our room, not here."

"So you do want to fuck me?" She asked into my ear.

"Yes," I replied.

Even as I said it, I felt my dick sinking into the folds of her slick, tight tunnel, her juices slathering my cock right down to the root. She wiggled her ass on top of me and clenched at my prick, the muscles of her pussy gripping at me, massaging my iron hard dick from inside her. It felt absolutely incredible, and the rest of the club faded away as she worked my shaft. All I could sense was her tight, slick cunt enveloping me.

Her body was still as she worked me inside her, I had no idea a woman could do that. I had already been near the edge, and not thirty seconds after I'd entered her, I was at the tipping point.

"Wait I'm going to..."

But she cut me off with a kiss as I began to spasm into her from an intense orgasm. My body shuddered as the orgasm faded.

And then...

"You three, out now, this isn't the fucking Spearmint Rhino," I heard the bouncer say. I looked up and saw him standing there.

"And you get it back in your pants and keep it there. I ever catch you doing something like that in here again and it won't be pleasant for you."

Cute Girl 1 lifted off me and I hastily put my dick back in my pants as the Cute Girls picked up their purses. The group at the booth next to us were staring at us and whispering to each other. I was in a complete daze. Had that really just happened? I didn't even know this girl's name.

"What's your name?" I asked as Cute Girl 1 turned back around.

"I'm just a cute girl who fucked you at Tao on her bachelorette party," she replied, smiling and shaking her head like I was a space alien.

The bouncer took her by the arm and led her out then. She turned around and blew me a kiss. It was then that I noticed the big diamond on her left ring finger. Had it been there before? I couldn't remember.

I sat there, my heart pounding in my chest, my breathing ragged, and very, very happy that I'd decided to get snipped in solidarity with Jamie after our second child.

I scanned the crowd and eventually saw Jamie out on the dance floor, walking with Winston in hand and beaming as they made their way out, apparently coming back to the booth. I was suddenly scared. What was I going to tell my wife? I had to tell her, but how? I couldn't imagine she had agreed to let me stick my dick in one of these girls when she told me to have fun.

I had some time to think about it. Five minutes after I saw them walk off the floor, they still weren't back. I started to worry that perhaps they had left together.

I spent the time fidgeting with myself, trying to figure out the best way to keep the small wet spot in my crotch covered by my shirt. I thanked god I had already cum twice that day, or it would have been impossible to hide.

"Hey, what happened to those cute little girls? You wear them out?" I heard Jamie's voice say as she plopped down on the couch next to me and made herself a drink. Winston sat on the other side of her and poured himself one as well. The cute girls had nearly drained them, there were maybe a couple more drinks in each bottle. Jamie was flush from dancing, hair just a bit damp, and looking beautiful.

"Oh, they got bounced as you were coming off the dance floor."

"Really? What for? Were they underage or something? They looked awfully young," she said teasingly.

I must have looked like a deer in headlights, because Jamie's expression changed then from teasing to curiosity.

"No, I, uh, well, Jamie, I love you so much and..."

She put a finger to my lips.

"Tell me tomorrow, when I'm sucking your dick in the morning. I want to hear every detail. I won't be mad. For tonight, all that matters is you that didn't leave the booth with them. That's all I asked."

I sat there looking dumbfounded at this beautiful, amazing woman who was my wife and nodded to her. Then she lifted my hand and with a mischievous grin, sucked on the fingers that had been working Cute Girl 1's cunt just a few minutes before.

She smiled as she pulled my fingers from her mouth and said, "Sorry it took so long to get back here, the ladies room was packed. And thanks for letting me dance with Winston."

Now I smiled and said, "I had fun watching you two."

As dark as it was in the club, I could see her cheeks go bright red. I think that response, more than anything, was the reason I said what I did next.

I got close to her ear and said as softly as I could over the music, "Does Winston have a big cock?"

I heard her gasp, but couldn't see her eyes. "Just nod if he does."

She nodded her head next to me.

"Would it turn you on to know that while those girls were playing with me, I imagined watching him put that cock inside you."

Even over the music, I could hear her breath quicken. I felt her body heat rise and knew her heart was beating out of her chest.

"Just nod if it would."

She nodded.

"Do you think he wants to fuck you?"

She nodded again.

"Do you want to fuck him while I watch?"

A long pause.

This time she shook her head. I was confused and suddenly concerned that I had both pushed this conversation too far and perhaps gone overboard with the Cute Girls as well.

She turned to put her mouth next to my ear, "I want you both to fuck me."

She turned my head so our eyes could meet. They were nervous and full of love. I nodded.

***

Winston had a room in the Venetian, and just a few minutes after that nod, we were entering it. The journey up had been a quiet one, Jamie between us, holding his hand on her left and mine on her right. After she'd asked me, she'd turned to Winston to ask the same, and he had nodded and we'd left. My heart was beating out of my chest the entire way up, my cock already hard again.

In the elevator to his floor, she kissed first him and then me, deep and soulful to both of us. My mind flashed back to that evening in the hot tub a decade ago, and I admitted to myself that I'd been turned on then as well. Both by her watching me kiss another woman, and her kissing another man.

Winston flicked on a light in the room to reveal an immense bath with jacuzzi tub and walk in shower to our right, a king bed ahead of us and then, after a step down, a small living room setup with couch, two smaller chairs and coffee table. Beyond that was an incredible view of the Strip, including our hotel across the street.

As the door came to a close behind us, Jamie finally broke the silence between us, looking at Winston. "We've never done anything like this before."

"I haven't either," Winston replied, "I mean, been with a married couple before. I've had a couple of threesomes."

Jamie nodded and smiled. "I want Mark in bed with me the entire time. If he leaves for any reason, we're going to stop, okay?"

"Of course," he replied. I realized he was nervous.

"Mark, honey, will you help me out of this dress?"

I walked behind my wife and slowly pulled down the zipper to her dress. I took first one strap and then the other off her shoulder, then began to peel the dress down and off her. I exposed those beautiful, full large breasts, with the white triangle patches of skin around her nipples from tanning in her bathing suit to Winston's hungry eyes, then her curved, tan tummy, and finally her pussy.

She really wasn't wearing panties, I realized as I moved the dress past her round ass and down her legs. I could see the dried juices that had been flowing down the inside of her legs all night as I knelt to the floor and she lifted first one high heeled foot, and then the other off the floor for me to pull away her dress.

I saw Winston standing a few feet away, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. As I knelt behind Jamie, I suddenly had a wild idea. I grabbed her ass, gently pulling her cheeks apart, and buried my face in her crack, my tongue first licking around her brown hole and then probing gently into it. Jamie moaned above me and I smelled her pussy flood with her juice once again.

I heard Winston undressing, and then as he stepped up to her he said, "You are absolutely gorgeous."

I pulled away from Jamie's ass and stood back up, watching them kiss in a naked embrace as I began to remove my own clothes. Once I'd finished, I stepped up to my wife, my sore and stiff cock finding rest in the crack of her ass as I kissed her neck and shoulders.

Jamie dropped down between us to her knees, revealing Winston's chiseled body and... huge... cock to me for the first time.

I don't watch much porn. In fact it had probably been five years since the last time I'd gone on a site, and even then it was pretty tame stuff compared to what I know is out there. I'm also not attracted to guys at all, but I'm not ashamed to say that this man had a beautiful cock. There was no other way to describe it. It was what other cocks aspired to be. The LeBron James of cocks.

I wildly thought that if Cute Girl 1 had tried to take that thing, it would have split her in half.

Jamie took Winston's cock in one hand while she turned her head to take me in her mouth, her blue eyes looked up at me as her tongue worked my shaft. Then she turned to his cock and started licking around the head and along his long shaft to his balls, sucking first one and then the other into her mouth while she stroked him with one hand and me with the other.

She stood back up, still holding our cocks, and led us to the bed. We all sat down like we had been at the club, with her between us, though now all of us naked. She kissed first me, and then him, and then laid back on the comforter, holding her breasts together with her hands. Winston and I followed her down, him taking one long hard nipple into his mouth while I took the other.
Jamie began moaning instantly, and it intensified as I reached down to begin rubbing her clit.

"Oh god, yes, Mark," she cooed as she spread her knees apart and arched her back. Winston's hand reached down, his fingers beginning to probe inside the folds of my wife's pussy before pushing inside her.

"Oh, fuck Winston, ummmm," she gasped as his fingers slid in. We worked her breasts and clit and pussy in unison, quickly finding a rhythm that was driving Jamie wild, and in minutes, she was coming hard underneath us.

"Oh, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh!" she screamed as her body shuddered through the waves of pleasure crashing through her. As it subsided, we turned our attention to her lips, each of us kissing her in turns as her breath slowed and steadied.

For a moment, I thought she might have had enough. That being worshiped and brought to orgasm by two men at once was all she wanted. Then she turned to me and said, "I want you inside me first."

I propped myself up as she turned and moved onto her hands and knees, her ass now pointing towards me as her mouth moved towards Winston's cock. I slid inside her soaking wet pussy from behind her, as I watched her begin to take Winston into her mouth for the first time.

She started with no more than his head, one arm holding her up as the other grabbed his shaft and begun to stroke.

"That's it Jamie, suck that cock," Winston said to her, and I began to really thrust into her from behind, while holding tightly onto her hips to keep her steady on the bed.

Slowly, she took more and more of his cock into her mouth. It wasn't just that he was much longer than me, but had to be nearly twice as thick, and she was struggling to open her mouth wide enough to take him in. Her hand pumped furiously under her lips as I fucked her faster and faster.

I found the scene incredibly erotic, my wife having lost herself in pleasuring two men at once. I loved seeing the slut in her come out. I'd never known she had one in her.

Winston removed her hand from his cock and took her head into his large hands, pulling her further down his dick.

"Fuck, Jamie, you're tongue works miracles," he told her as he pulled her up and then down. She was now getting at least half way down his cock with every stroke.

I reached under my wife and began rubbing her clit once more, causing her to squirm, then moan, then push down even further. After a few minutes, she was getting nearly to the root of his cock. When she pulled back up, she gasped for air and yelled out, "Fuck, Mark, I'm cuuuummming!"

Her pussy clenched around me so hard with her orgasm that I was pushed out from her. I continued to work her clit as she came, and she lifted up to me, her back pressed against my chest as she sat on her knees. A moment later, Winston's face was between her legs, his tongue lapping at her clit, as I kissed my wife deeply, my hands now running through her hair.

I slowly laid her head down on the pillows of the bed as Winston continued to tongue her cunt and her body continued to shudder.

I kept my eyes open, looking into hers deeply when I felt Winston moving and putting a pillow under her hips. I knew what was next, and wanted to be looking directly into those eyes when it happened.

I felt her legs spread out behind me and the bed move as Winston went between those legs. Jamie broke our kiss long enough to say, "I love you so much, Mark." And then I saw her eyes open wide and she kissed me again. A few moments later, her fingers dug into my head and she let out a long, "Mmmmm." But I didn't feel any thrusting behind me.

"Relax, Jamie, you can take me, but you've gotta relax. You can't fight me in."

I continued kissing her and watching her eyes. She took in a sharp intake of breath and bit at my tongue before breaking the kiss once more and crying, "Fuck, Winston, you're just so big."

I slid a hand down from her breast, across her stomach, through that tiny trimmed patch of blonde hair to her clit and began to rub in gentle circles. Then I kissed her again.

Time seemed to move with impossible slowness as Winston pushed deeper and deeper into my wife's pussy. After what had to be five minutes, he was completely inside her, and I moved my hand back up to her breasts and for the first time, broke our kiss to look down and see this man inside my wife.

Winston began to pull out of her, then slide back in. It was gorgeous to watch his thick rod stretching her, and incredible to hear the little gasps coming from her throat. She was thrashing her head left and right as he moved, her hands clenching into the bedspread beneath her.

"Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," she moaned as he pushed into her slowly once more and the pulled back out just as slowly.

But the moment he began to pick up speed, her hands shot out to his abdomen to try and hold him back. He slowed down again for a minute. Jamie continued breathing hard, a sheen of sweat covering her face. As he pushed in on each slow stroke, her hands would dig into the bed, relaxing when he pulled out.

I was mesmerized at the sight of my wife and can honestly say I felt no jealousy. I just wanted her to enjoy this man tonight. When he tried to pick up speed again, Jamie's hands came up again to slow him. Winston then pulled all the way out of her.

"No, no, I want you inside me, Winston. It's just a lot," she moaned.

"I know," he said and proceeded to flip her over onto her hands and knees, her belly now resting on the pillow below her. "It may be better this way, he said.

I watched from the side, wanting to let her focus completely on taking him. He had his dark hands on her hips, and situated himself behind her pale ass, untouched by the suntan around the rest of her body. Jamie looked over at me, biting her own lip as he began to push in again.

"Ahhhghhhh," she cried as he entered her and I couldn't tell if it was pleasure, pain or an erotic mix of the two in her voice.

Then he cracked her ass with his hand, hard, and slid in a little deeper. Her face suddenly changed. She... relaxed. Then he spanked her again and pushed in again.

"Ohhhhh, yes, fuck, that's it Winston, spank my slut ass!"

He did as she told, and slid in further.

"Yes, god, fuck, yes!!"

He spanked her once more and then was as deep as he could go.

"Your cock feels soooo good!"

He began thrusting in and out of her now, slowly starting to pick up speed and cracking her ass every third or fourth stroke. I could see the pleasure now in her face and eyes and hear it in her voice.

"Fuck me Winston. Fuck me hard! I can take it now, just fuuuuuuck me!"

Her breasts bounced wildly underneath her, her nipples grazing the soft bedspread as he pounded at her.

"Get over here Mark," she said after they'd gotten up to a good rhythm and between cries of her ecstasy. She was now drenched in sweat all over her body. "You're slut wife want's to suck your cock while this stud fucks me."

I did not need to be told twice, and a moment later Jamie's lips were wrapped around my shaft as Winston fucked her hard from behind. His thrusts into her driving her mouth down my cock, my head hitting the back of her throat.

Unbelievably, I felt like I was going to cum again, but just as I was getting close a few minutes later, Jamie took me out of her mouth and screamed, "God fuck yes, I'm cuuuuummmmiiinng!"

She began to buck back against Winston now, pulling far away from him before pushing back. His own grunts had begun as well.

"Fuck your pussy is incredible, Jamie," he screamed.

Jamie took up my cock with one hand and began to stroke, her lips close enough that I could feel her breath.

"Cum in my pussy, Winston. Cum on my face, Mark! I want both your cuuuuum!"

Winston let out a loud groan, as did I. My cum began to shoot out onto my wife's face, and into her slightly open mouth. She licked me off her lips as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"Fuck, yes, fill my married, slut pussy with your cum, Winston!"

"Ughhhhhhh!" Winston cried through his final few thrusts, before collapsing onto the bed and falling out of Jamie's cunt, his black cock covered with a white mixture of their cum.

Jamie's head fell into my lap, and she let out a long, content sigh.

***

We laid there like that for maybe five minutes before Jamie asked me to come to the shower with her. It was one of those amazing deals with the rain sprayer above and hard jets on the side. We got inside together and cleaned off, then embraced in another passionate kiss.

We got out, dried off, and went back into the bedroom, where we saw Winston fast asleep. We got dressed and quietly left the room.

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in our own hotel room, where we made love gently one more time before falling asleep in each other's arms.

"Happy Anniversary," I said as I began to drift off, "I love you, Jamie."

"Happy Anniversary," she replied, equally drowsy. "I love you, Mark."

The next day, we ordered room service three times, never leaving the room or even getting dressed.

We talked and fucked and sucked and talked some more, reaffirming our love for each other throughout the day, and ultimately agreeing that the adventure was something we had both enjoyed, but didn't want again any time soon.

It had come because of the luck of the dice, and our willingness to roll with the moment because of the trust and love we had in each other. It had truly been a sweet sixteenth Anniversary.
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