I blinked again in surprise. Standing there topless in the Vegas pool, it took me a moment to register this new information. I had come to terms with this handsome stranger being only 21 years old, as his physical build and conversational aptitude had suggested otherwise. But finding out that his mother had come along on his birthday trip to Vegas was not what I expected to hear. I looked up at her waving to Zack and his friends to get out of the pool and I attempted to make an exit as well. I chuckled quietly to myself at the situation. Who would have thought?
I started to say goodbye but Zack stopped me as he reached for my arm. He was quite sheepish about the situation and apologized for not mentioning it before, as I had been very forthcoming about my own relational situation with him. I laughed and teased him about whether he was sharing a room with her. He assured me that he was bunking with some of his buddies that weekend and that they were going to be heading out to a club later that night. He wanted to see me after that. I hesitated and said we’d see. I never make promises or set expectations for anyone.
Zack leaned in to give me one last kiss before hopping out of the water. The kiss was so good that I almost forgot there were other people in the pool with us. I grinned and walked back to the side of the pool where my husband was watching with Matt and Christine. The three of them were howling with amusement at the situation. I splashed them and ended up giggling about it myself as we got out of the pool for the evening. We were headed to dinner and a show, so we had a bit of time to clean up and get dressed before meeting at the restaurant.
Back in our room, my husband asked me more about the afternoon I had shared with Zack. I told him all about the way he had kissed me. How I had straddled him on the pool steps. The way my bare breasts had pressed into him. How his fingers grazed my legs and ass under the water before finally trailing up to nudge my bikini bottoms to the side. With that description, my husband crossed the room and took me in his arms as he kissed me. I could feel how thick and hard he was through his swim trunks. Our bodies were still damp from the pool as we peeled our suits off and managed to find our way to the shower.
We stood under the streams of water, entangled in one another as we envisioned what the evening might bring if Zack were to message me about getting a late-night cocktail. The odds were slim, but sexy to imagine. My husband turned me to face the wall as he slapped his hard cock against my ass before dragging it down to my awaiting lips. He slid into me with a swift pump, filling me deeply as he gripped my wet hair in his hand. We talked through various scenarios for the night, with each one ending the same way: me getting completely pleasured by Zack.
The thought was so exciting to entertain as we continued to fuck in the shower. I wasn’t one for random hook ups, so the thought of this was tantalizing and thrilling in its own right. As my husband’s hands tightened around my hips, my body heaved with his rhythm behind me and I began to cum. I felt wave upon wave of pleasure as I throbbed on his cock. The sound of the water muffled my moans as I stood, pressed into the shower wall. Feeling me tense around him, my husband shook and pumped his full load into me, letting me revel in the afterglow of my own orgasm as he experienced his.
While toweling off and getting dressed for dinner, my phone buzzed. It was Zack. He was checking in and letting me know he was thinking about me. I exchanged a sly smile with my husband as we continued to get ready for the night. Nothing was set in stone, so I didn’t want to set expectations that may not come to fruition. The evening would be fun enough without anything extra anyway.
We met Matt and Christine for dinner and had an amazing time before heading to the show. My husband’s hand did not leave my lap during the performance. He would lean over occasionally and whisper in my ear what he wanted to do to me. What he wanted Zack to do to me. The performance on stage couldn’t hold my attention in comparison to my husband’s hushed words. At the conclusion of the show, we shared one round of drinks at a nearby bar, then said our goodnights to our friends before making our way back to the room. It was well past one in the morning by this point, but my phone had a few messages from Zack that pulled at my focus.
Back in our room, my husband asked me to read the messages to him as he began to undress me. Zack was at a club and wanted me to have a drink after. But that had been from over an hour ago and I hadn’t responded at the time. Surely, he was already back in his room and asleep by now, I told myself. I tossed the phone on the bed and took in the sensation of my husband behind me. Unzipping my skirt. Pulling off my top. Sliding down my panties. We fell into the bed and got lost in one another. Our minds and bodies so worked up from the night. It didn’t take me long to find my release, and my husband was not far behind. Just as he finished inside me, my phone buzzed again. Zack was still up and wanted to see me.
We stared at each other for a minute. It was almost three in the morning and I was tired. But how often are you in Vegas with an opportunity like this, my husband prodded me. I grinned and messaged back. Since it was so late, every place we could have a drink was closed. We happened to be staying in the same hotel, and my room was a suite with a separate bedroom, so I invited Zack to come up for a nightcap. Naturally he asked about my husband being there, and I told him that he was asleep and that we could just hang out in the living area for a while. Zack was excited about that. Since he was on another wing of the hotel, I would have to go down to get him with my card for elevator access.
As I put my clothes back on, my husband watched me with an eager grin. He went through his bag and pulled out a bottle of KY and some condoms and set them on the wet bar area. Just in case, he winked. He told me he would be able to see my location from my phone to ensure I was safe when I went downstairs and back. Giving him a quick kiss, I went down to find Zack. I saw him walking from the casino area in a button down and slacks from the club. My eyes drank him in. He looked good. He walked with a sense of confidence that left me a bit breathless. As he neared me, he didn’t slow to a stop, but rather walked straight to me and kissed me in the casino. His hands groped my back and ass for the viewing pleasure of the seven people who were still up gambling.
The kiss was lingering and suggestive, leaving me reeling in his strong hold. Pulling back, I drew in a deep breath to regain my senses and slid my hand in his to lead him to the elevator. He stopped periodically to pull me in for another kiss along the way, teasing me with his hands and mouth. My husband later told me that he was somewhat baffled watching my location start and stop several times as I walked down the hotel corridor. He assumed the app was lagging, and was amused to learn of the real reason later.
The elevator ride was a blur as we kissed through it. Zack’s hands gripped my ass in my skirt and pulled me into him, letting me feel just how excited he was for the moments to come. Once we arrived at my door, he asked again to be sure it was okay for him to be there. I reassured him and we walked in to the lamplit living space. My husband was in the bedroom with the door closed. He was able to hear us as we chatted briefly, but our words were too muffled for him to make out clearly.
Tossing my key on the table, I pulled out two glasses for drinks as Zack sat on the couch and made himself comfortable. But I never made it to the minibar for that drink. Instead, I walked over to Zack and stood before him, letting him run his hands up and down my tanned legs. I inhaled sharply as his hands traced higher up under my skirt. He squeezed my cheeks gently, massaging them as he pulled me closer. His mouth began to kiss my thighs, inching higher before being halted by my skirt.
Stepping back from him, I slowly pulled down on the zipper of my skirt. My husband later told me that one of the most thrilling things he has ever experienced was the sound of my skirt hitting the floor. To be continued…
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