[MF][MFM] What Happens in Vegas…

… stays in Vegas, well, except in the case that you just had a great time and want to tell all of your pals on Reddit about it. Names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.

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TL;DR I posted an ad on an adult site and met up with a couple in Vegas. You can figure out the rest.

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I don’t like Las Vegas. It’s too much for me. But work had a week-long event there, so I had to go. At least I ended up staying at a really nice hotel, oh, and my room actually turned out to be a suite… a suite that screamed “this suite was built for fucking”, with an L-shaped couch, a recliner, a huge bathroom, a whirlpool/jacuzzi tub, open shower, a king-sized bed, and a large balcony with privacy shields on both sides. Plus there were reflective surfaces everywhere in the room (not mirrors, but lots of shiny stuff).

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I admit that I’ve been somewhat “hard up” recently. Work has kept me more than busy, save for time here and there to post on /r/gonewildstories (HAHA!), and notable also is that the pandemic seems to have put a number of potential playmates into hibernation. In other words, as a sexual being, I’ve been going out of my fucking mind. And what better place than Vegas? Vegas screams “fuck me” to me, no matter how much I dislike it.

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After taking in the over-the-top nature of my suite, I decided to post an ad on one of the adult sites — about me being a bi guy who was looking for a bi couple, that I could host in my suite, etc. The usual BS ensued at first: single guys/dick pics, people who are incapable of writing/spelling, rudeness/crassness, male-male couples (there’s nothing wrong with it, but it’s not what turns my crank!), and so on. And then I got *the* email.

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Jeff and Carrie had a stag/vixen type of dynamic. He enjoyed watching her with other men, but for the most part wasn’t interested in interacting with the other male, or engaging in sexual activity with his wife while in the presence of another male. Even though this wasn’t exactly the type of scenario I’d envisioned as I sat alone in my fuck-suite — me being a bi guy and all — two things really caught my attention. First, Jeff was an effective communicator, which is *always* great in my book. And second, Carrie was drop-dead gorgeous. Even in her early 50s, she bore a striking resemblance to Kirsten Dunst (even though Carrie was nearly 6′ tall and given what I saw in the pictures that Jeff sent — also sported huge and fake tits). Stunning, stunning woman. Wow! (Full disclosure: I’m not usually a fan of fake tits, but given that this was Vegas, I went with it — as it was totally on-brand.)

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Over the course of several emails, Jeff sent me dozens of pictures of Carrie. Some were new, some were older, some were clothed, and some were the money shots. He also pointed out that Carrie thought that I was cute, and that she was definitely into “beasts” (large physical specimens) like me. We discussed our sexual likes and dislikes, and I liked that they were into bareback (we would share test results ahead of any play), and of having Carrie filled up, hopefully more than once, on that night.

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We tentatively agreed to meet up on Thursday night at around 10pm (I was leaving midday Friday). Having been through these types of meetings over the years, I tried to keep my enthusiasm in check. I spent many a night being stood up, being ghosted, and so on, but that’s the nature of these types of situations. And while it was a pleasure exchanging these emails with Jeff, I gave it less than a 50% chance that we’d actually meet. I was certain that they were real, that the pictures were of his wife, etc, but I could easily see him sending out all of these pictures of his wife — for his own pleasure, to get my feedback on each and every picture — simply to quench the thirst that was/were his own fantasies. He said that their cell phones were “for work”, i.e. he wouldn’t exchange numbers, and that while they were free on Thursday night, there was always the chance that something could come up.

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Given all of this, it’s easy to understand my level of skepticism.

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I didn’t hear anything from Jeff for a few days, and I didn’t want to be a pest by sending “reminder” types of emails, so I kind of wrote the whole thing off. Naturally, during one of the many post-hours work events on Thursday, my phone vibrated, and sure enough Jeff sent me an email asking if we were still on for that night. ***Rejoice!*** I excused myself from the work event, shaking dozens of hands on the way out, saying that after four days of Vegas in all of it’s glory, I was pooped and was headed to bed. Little did they know…

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I raced up to my suite, shaved, showered, brushed my teeth, and put on my “night wear”, an outfit that gave a clear indication that I was “in it to win it” on that night.

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Jeff was cool about meeting up at another hotel (bar) across the way, and light-heartedly ribbed me about my predicament.

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You see, I had zero problems with being seen with them at my hotel, you know, should we head up to my suite later on and all (if you haven’t been to Vegas, it’s *loaded* with people, which makes it easy to hide in plain sight), and happened to be walking together towards the elevators. But hundreds of people from my company occupied the two main bars at my hotel, and it would definitely stick out if I was ignoring my “work duties”, and was instead sitting at a side table with a couple — a couple who didn’t happen to work at the same company as I — a couple who, if Jeff followed my input about how Carrie should be dressed (he asked for my input first), would feature a tall, sexy woman who was basically busting out of her outfit.

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I spotted them immediately. Jeff stood up then took Carrie’s hand to help her up. Jeff was well dressed in a suit, this swanky custom job, but Carrie was just incredibly gorgeous. She wore a blouse, if you can call it that, [like this](https://www.revolve.com/cami-nyc-jackie-cami-in-burnt-orange/dp/CAMN-WS408/?d=F&currency=USD&countrycode=US&gclid=CjwKCAiA3KefBhByEiwAi2LDHCOKalXjBu6vlTfXHeZN6ZQO31ZeM6mUAT2TPIhwkldSJiIb4SnXvBoC36gQAvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds), a [skirt like this](https://www.revolve.com/susana-monaco-single-slit-skirt-in-black/dp/SUSA-WQ88/?d=F&currency=USD&countrycode=US&gclid=CjwKCAiA3KefBhByEiwAi2LDHBPLySW2MuAbu2X3yD85N0xH3ncWNCjBGvOx1TvmqiJ4_sX5zEXWnxoCQn0QAvD_BwE&gclsrc=aw.ds), and [heels like these](https://us.shein.com/Minimalist-Stiletto-Heeled-Ankle-Strap-Sandals-p-3504627-cat-1751.html?url_from=adplasW210525503652922EUR37_GPM&cid=16915228963&setid=&adid=&pf=GOOGLE&gclid=CjwKCAiA3KefBhByEiwAi2LDHJhxrX6Hrw-FJtErAbjcqNPIdT7kpAjDsOj6Gw_mQmHYNu1tNIvkSxoCUdgQAvD_BwE). My god, her nipples were basically busting out of her blouse; you could clearly make them out. However, if you’ve never been to Vegas, you’ll see dozens (if not hundreds) of women dressed like this, and even those who wear *less* than what Carrie was a few short days ago! I almost melted into a puddle when I saw her beaming smile, and of course given the way that she was dressed.

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Jeff greeted me with a firm handshake. He was a real nice guy in real life, super charming, and pretty funny overall. Carrie came in for a hug, and while I had told Jeff about how I’d like her to be dressed, did my best to not eye fuck her cleavage, nipples, ripped and muscular legs, how short her skirt was / sexy her heels were, or how this meeting was to determine if we’d end up fucking that night. Tough task, no doubt, and as a man in his 50s, am literally surprised that I didn’t suffer from cardiac arrest right on the spot.

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I went to sit across from them at the table, but Jeff ushered me to sit next to Carrie, and he sat across from us. Carrie was kind of shy at first, but as Jeff and I bantered and engaged with her, she opened up a bit, and started with giggles, then evolved into full-on laughter. Her face was flushed, and her chest was heaving. Did I mention how I was trying not to eye fuck her?

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To my surprise, Carrie is the one who initiated first, with her being a bit shy at first and all. It started by her patting my arm, or tapping my thigh as she laughed at Jeff and I acting like a couple of children. “Oh, you,” she laughed. Then she’d tap a body part of mine. Finally she took my hand, and rested it on her thigh. I looked at Jeff who raised his glass, and winked at me. Game fucking on.

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I ran my hand up and down Carrie’s thigh as Jeff’s and my banter continued on. He was watching intently. I would reach the silky edge of her panties, and tease a bit with my middle finger before firmly resting my hand on her knee. Did I say that I hated Vegas? Fuck. I love Vegas, but only in this context. I had never had this experience in Vegas before.

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Two drinks in, Jeff motioned for the server, then thrust his index finger into the air. He picked up the bill, and we departed, Carrie holding my hand as we left that hotel. Carrie and I continued to hold hands as we (or more specifically, she) strutted across the street to my hotel. As was par for the course, the elevator was *packed*. Jeff kept giving me shit that the CEO of my company was riding with us as we headed up to the 50th floor. It’s Vegas, and nobody batted an eye at Jeff’s performance art.
And yet, I continued to hold (like, for a second or third time) Carrie’s hand, and eventually the crowd thinned out before I took the card key out of my pocket and swiped it on the door of my suite.

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Carrie and I went at it from the jump. As soon as the hotel door closed, our mouths met. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Jeff undressing himself. He just stood there watching us, tweaking his nipples, and jerking off as he watched me frenching his wife, my fingers probing her cleft as I held her against the wall of the entrance, her right leg wrapped around my legs (her legs are *very* long).

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Things escalated very quickly between Carrie and me. We basically ravaged each other, a puddle of discarded clothing laid on the floor between the door of the suite and the bureau inside of the room. Carrie was wearing this barely-there thong/g-string kind of panties, and the strings twisted as I pulled her panties off of her body. I bent her over the bureau, and my tongue snaked from her pussy to her asshole. Jeff said that anal was off limits for her, as that was his way of having intimacy with her (she denied him her pussy most of the time), and that was more than fine. But I needed a taste, and my god, she tasted so good. I’m not saying that you should stick your tongue into every asshole (you shouldn’t), but pick the right asshole and you’re golden. And this was definitely golden.

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I first entered Carrie on the recliner (she was on top of me). Then we moved to the L-shaped couch. Then we moved to the other side of the L-shaped couch (I was on top with her legs on top of my broad shoulders). Then I took her doggy while holding her hair in a knot in my hand, on the carpet at the foot of my bed. Then we took a quick break. Jeff wanted to regroup, and he kissed Carrie with purpose. I opened the drapes, and you could make out the entire strip from my suite. I undid the lock on the sliding door that led to the balcony, and stood outside naked. Like I wrote earlier, nobody could see us from either side of the balcony; there were privacy dividers on each side.

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After listening to whispering in the background, Carrie joined me on the balcony, completely nude save for her sexy heels. It was dark out, and was cool on that night, but I aligned my body with her’s once again, and as she bent over the railing, her fists grasping it, I took her from behind. Still, I hadn’t cum yet, but she suddenly started to. She came with such force that it pushed me out of her. It had been many, many years since I enjoyed this kind of thing before.

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I could not believe that I lasted this long. I hadn’t had any sexual contact for 3 years almost, and mostly spent my off-work hours jerking off everyday. Her pussy was silky smooth, she was sexy as fuck, and I was fucking her in every which way. I’m in my 50s now, and WTF?! Still, sometimes you have a good time when you least expect it…

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****thwap thwap thwap thwap**** were the sounds echoing off the ceiling of the balcony. I could see the In ‘n’ Out Burger from my balcony, and the irony was not lost on me. Heck, we could see the entire strip from our vantage point: the roller coaster, the beaming lights, the lot of it.

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Carrie started telling me how good my cock felt in her, how thick I was, etc. Like I wrote earlier (maybe not in *this* documentary film), I’m average sized, but super, super thick. I can put my cock into a discarded toilet paper roll (I used to find self pleasure by putting a plastic bag into a discarded toilet paper roll, added with lube of some sort, and would rip that cardboard apart on insertion as I fucked this inanimate object, probably held between the mattresses of my own bed). This is not a brag, but it’s my own super-weird reality. My multiple cumming. My fsp (fat, shitty penis). The fact that I’m down for anything. Yeah, that’s some shit, and I get how you might be scared right about now.

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After some time (I have no idea how long), Carrie and I hit the king-sized bed. She was on top at first then switched to reverse cowgirl. To my surprise, Jeff joined in. He was still masturbating furiously as he kissed Carrie. Seriously, I have never seen a man masturbating this much without cumming. And that’s when she came… again. It was too much for me, and I nutted in her for the first time.

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We all chatted for a bit, and I admit that my preference is between on top when I cum, Carrie and I were at it again, and I took my own sloppy seconds that time.

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Finally I just asked Jeff if he was into having a good time with us, and at first he was shy about it (while making jokes at the same time), but on the third round we just kept spit roasting Carrie. I couldn’t cum again for a bit, so I did my best to show up and provide my hardness in her mouth and in her pussy as we rotated. I just fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked. It felt *so* good after a few years, but I could *not* cum again, at least for the short term.

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We all dozed off in the bed, and my phone sounded the alarm super early. I hit the shower, and Carrie, to my surprise, joined me. We had a nice slow fuck under the water, and Jeff joined us. To my surprise, he sucked my cock a bit, and he was pretty good at it! I finished in Carrie one last time, before Jeff took seconds, and it didn’t take him long before he finished in her again. They told me to look them up next time I’m in Vegas. Will I? You bet!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/111lya0/mfmfm_what_happens_in_vegas