Vegas club (m/f)

So many damn good stories over the years, many long forgotten. I'll try to post some as the mood hits me. Many involve my wife. So many more involve others.

My wife is hot as fuck. She has a dime body and a face that demands attention. 5-6, 110, amazing ass and small, yet perfect, tits. She is actually more beautiful than hot. But when I get her to dress sexy, she gets way more attention than she is comfortable with. Especially when I have her wear a mini-skirt so short that her ass, although super tight, hangs out for all to see. I'm attractive myself, 6'2, slim-athletic build, six pack, a very handsome face, or so I am told. Still, I always feel like I am out of my league with this amazing girl, a perfect 10 with a brain to match. She is pretty damn shy and hasn't had another guy's hands on her for years, until a brief moment on this night.

I got her to wear this particular mini-skirt in Vegas over the weekend when we went out to the clubs. That drove me crazy and as she got more comfortable with it, she told and made me feel how wet she was. As we were walking through the casino at one point, she grabbed my fingers and put it on her to feel for myself. We walked through the casino floor like this and, she obviously wasn't the only one dressed super scandalous on a Saturday night. But she was mine. And my fingers were on her pussy and clear to anyone who passed by paying a bit of attention for that brief moment.

I'm actually a pretty shy guy. But alcohol hits me like a switch, makes me super outgoing, bold, and also, almost invariably, super horny. It's not simply liquid courage. It wakes me up. And I love it. I am a young professional, well-respected by peers, blah blah. If they only knew how decadent I can become. I try to separate the two as much as possible save the necessary business trips.

Needless to say, this could cause serious drinking problems and a real risk of alcoholism. So to play it safe, I stopped drinking maybe a year and a half ago.

Up for whatever? FuckinA. Still though, this inner beast is still inside me. It just takes a bit more coaxing.

This past weekend, the significant other and I got a suite in Vegas overlooking the strip. The savage beasts within us came out. The club was packed, sexiness everywhere. Sex was in the air, no doubt. It was a bit of a free for all and so many guys were grinding up on her whether I liked it or not. I didn't mind at all. This was just the foreplay and I'm not a jealous guy. Kind of turned me on. Actually, it really turned me on. She seemed to love it too and soon when I looked over, one guy was raising her skirt and grabbing her ass real tight edging towards her tight pussy. I didn't want to let it get too far so I started to make my way over.

As I approached, I could see I cutting it close as I saw him pulling her thong to the side. I got to him and thanked her for warming my girl up for me. Before we took off, I decided to leave him with a good memory at least. I pulled her skirt all the way up. Mind you, people were all around. Not much room to dance. They pack them in these clubs. I moved her thong aside, with her tight little pussy in full view to anyone who might see in this area of the dance floor. Probably not too many, or not too many paying attention anyway in the chaos. But she showed the world to this guy, and I hope it added something special to his night.

We were both so damn hot and bothered that we got out of there as quick as we could.

This is one of my tamer stories. But the most recent one. Figure it's best to start there. Maybe more to come when I am in a bit of a more creative writing mood.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/31qbwt/vegas_club_mf