(Hi, this is definitely a long story with context and some buildup before the actual sexy stuff. My main reason for writing on this sub is for myself… I want to be able to re read it and feel like I’m right back there. If you’re looking for something quick, this is not the post for you. I make this disclaimer in a lot of my posts, but I think this has to be the longest one I’ve written!)
A few months ago, my fiancé and I decided to take an engagement celebration trip to Las Vegas. It’s one of my favorite last minute vacations to take, and he’d only been once before (a boys’ trip where they didn’t do much other than camp out in various sports books/casinos), so we were excited to travel together.
Our sex life is really excellent. We both have high sex drives, and we’re sooo comfortable with each other, which has lead us to explore many fantasies together. He knew pretty early on in our relationship that I’m into the idea of playing with another girl, whether it’s in a threesome situation or just me and her. He’s always been supportive of this idea, and he brings it up sometimes during foreplay or when we’re sending each other dirty texts. This fantasy definitely wasn’t on my mind when we decided to book our flight out west, but it was on my lovely fiancé’s mind… (seriously, I could gush endlessly about him, but I’ll try to keep it to a minimum.)