Vegas party

It was Friday night, Jill was a bit restless, and for that matter so was I.
We had been married almost six months, the relationship looked like a winner,
both jobs were going well, but our social life, for want of a better word,
sucked. The thing is, we got married when we did because I had a promotion that
took me to a new town, a new state for that matter, and getting established in
two new jobs had taken precedence over networking a new web of friends.
We were really starting to feel old. This wasnt what we had pictured married
life to be like But maybe it was. We had friends, but they were a lot like us,
immersed in the drudge of getting a family established. All work and no play was
making Jill a dull girl, as the saying goes.
“One of the guys said something about a party we might be interested in,” I
offered, “But another said that we wouldn’t be interested at our age. Don’t know
what he meant be that. I don’t think these guys are into anything dull. They
said it was a Vegas Party, whatever that means. They wouldn’t say anything more,
and I didn’t want to push it, If we’re not wanted, we’re not wanted.”
“Vegas party. Sounds like the kind of tonic we need. I wonder what makes it a
Vegas Party, “Jill mused. “I hate to be thought of as too much of a kid for
something. So I guess we’re stuck with a movie?”
And we would have been, if we hadn’t run smack into Tom on our way to the
car. He had an envelope he was delivering to me to peruse in case I ‘got bored’
during the weekend. Its not great being the junior guy, but okay that somebody
at least thought I was adult enough to deal with whatever it entailed. I
mentioned that we were off the flicks by default, with nothing else to do. I
knew the subject in the homework, and already knew the couple calls I was going
to have to make tomorrow, so no problem.
Tom clucked his sympathy, “You can come to a party with us, if you like. It
might a bit of shock, though. Some pretty wild things get got up to.” As he was
talking I could see he was eyeing Jill rather speculatively, not exactly ogling,
but liking what his peripherals could pick up. I was glad later that I hadn’t
been offended.
Jill perked up her ears, stuffing my homework into her purse, “Wilds things.
Sounds like fun. Vic said it was a Vegas party. What makes a Vegas party? “
Tom considered her for a moment, “You’ve heard the term, ‘what happens in
Vegas, stays in Vegas’? Jill nodded. “The thing is, things happen at parties,
and they don’t really need to be talked about outside the party. You know, guy
girl things.” Tom waited for a reaction, “Shall I make a phone call? Nothing
happens that you don’t want, as long as you’re not easily shocked by, shall we
say, non-prudish play.” He had his phone out as he regarded us.
Jill clapped her hands and jumped up and down, doing marvellous things to her
bosom. “This sounds a lot like parties we went to back home. Can we, Vic?”
Tom was already on the phone before I could say a thing. Not that I had any
problems. Tom had turned away from us and was talking in low tones to somebody,
the host I suppose, and all I could get was, “Wait till you check her out.” I
wasn’t too bothered by that. I was used to Jill being gawked at. Law of the
jungle, look good and you’re going to get looked at. I was all for it.
Tom turned back to us, “You’re in kids. Jerry and Anne are looking forward to
meeting you. Nine o’clock OK? Dress is how you like, whatever you want to
project on the crowd. You’ll see all kinds, maybe even some skin. Good luck with
that homework.” And he was gone.
And we were back in the flat doing a quick change, Jill putting on a dress
she had been despairing of ever wearing again. No chance of us being fashionably
late for this one. Finally some play time for the young tycoons! Nine found us
pushing the doorbell of a rather upscale suburban house, the sort of thing we
could see ourselves in with maybe a lottery win or two.
At first we were in awe of the spread as Jerry welcomed us in and showed us
around a bit. Anne was still getting ready, and only a few couples were there,
but they looked inviting and friendly. Jerry was a bit older and pudgy, but you
didn’t get a spread like this in your rooky year. There were enough younger
people already to make us feel at home. Not as young as us, but close enough.
I was aware Jill and I were being checked out, but that was to be expected.
We were the new kids, right? Then Tom was there, with Cathy, and suddenly it
seemed the place was full. As Tom had said, everyone came as they felt like, no
dress code. Jill’s slinky dress was bit more uptown than most, but her body was
hot in coveralls. She couldn’t be out of place anywhere men had eyes. Then
suddenly she was gone, and when I picked her out of the crowd, she was being
towed around by a rather fetching lady and I thought, ‘OK, We have arrived and
are accepted. Lets party’.
I found myself in the company of Cathy. Tom was nowhere in sight, but it
didn’t seem odd, or if it did, we came here expecting to find things different.
I wasn’t worried about the ‘Vegas” thing, but I bet these people would be
surprised at some of the things our old crowd got up to. Not drinking games
anymore. No-one needed a puke party. But we still did some rowdy things. At
least we thought they were rowdy. So we were good for anything that went down
here.
Cathy took me on a more extensive tour of the house. Seemed like no part of
it was off limits, and there were many parts. We looked in on a spa room,
centred by huge hot tub. I gulped when a lady climbed out and I saw she was
naked. Maybe not so much naked as casually nude. She didn’t seem that much out
of place here. The couple in the tub had bathers on, but even as I watched the
lady peeled down her top.
In answer to a rather pointed remark, the nude did a suggestive little dance.
Cathy was watching me carefully, and it was obvious she was looking for a
reaction. I made a point of not giving her one, but I’m not sure I fooled her.
Then suddenly Jill was in the room, still in the tow of her new friend. They
both had tall drinks, and when the lady nodded to the tub with a question, Jill
nodded enthusiastically. Her eyebrows shot up as her friend quickly peeled off
right there, easy when she wasn’t wearing anything under her little dress
Jill looked around with a bit of panic in her eyes. Then when lightning
didn’t strike in the form of a mad rapist leaping on the girl, she grinned and
boldly let her dress slip off her shoulders. All she had left was her bikini
panties. On a tall girl they are much sexier than a thong. My opinion, of
course. But she did pull the eyes, even with her friend beside her.
I think she actually had fun peeling down her panties knowing strangers were
watching, because she made a very good show of it. Maybe she had seen how the
nudes little dance had affected the onlookers. Then she boldly stepped down into
the tub, triumph almost showing on her face.
“Want to join them?” Cathy asked impishly, her fingers playing with the buttons
of her blouse.
“Lets let Jill have her fun without making it look like I’m shepherding her,”
I said, “Show me some more of what’s going on.”
She was good for that. As we left the spa, we were passed in the hall by the
nymph I had first seen emerge from the tub, being led down the hall and into a
room by a naked guy. So, nudity good other than in the spa.
“Ooooh, Eve is horny tonight. She’s only been here 30 minutes and she’s already
going to get laid. Want to go watch? It’s OK, she likes an audience. Sides, I
want to see who the guy is this time. See if its anyone I know.”
This was wild, but I let myself be pulled in, and found there was already a
couple well into it. Eve apparently liked this arrangement, as she quickly found
a place for them on the kingsize. It was quite a turn-on, I can tell you. I
wondered what Jill would say if she knew this was going on. It dawned on me that
maybe I was going to be asked to be part of it, and played some mental
acrobatics wondering how to handle that, if it came up. One thing for sure, one
thing was trying to come up. Normally I don’t mind.
“Not quite ready for that step, lover?” Cathy’s tone wasn’t teasing, just
understanding.
I did my best to be Joe Cool, “Not till I see how Jill is doing. This is big
doings for us, you know.”
Cathy seemed very pleased that I hadn’t actually said no. “Well, lets find her.
I know everywhere a girl might hide.”
She led me quickly back to the spa where we had left Jill in the tub, but she
was gone. So was her dress she had thrown on a bench. Well, she would be gone,
wouldn’t she? She wouldn’t still be in there after half a hour. But her panties
were still there. Odd, that. We cruised around a bit, through two separate dance
areas, into a garden, back toward the famous hall, when suddenly Jill found us.
Her little friend was gone, but she was happy and giggly.
“Victor,” she said coyly into my chest, “I’m being a bit naughty.” A pause,
“Well, really quite naughty.”
A bit a quick mental arithmetic told me she hadn’t had time to be all that
naughty. Even the nymph and her friend were only just into it. And she had taken
time to put on her dress, right?
“I’m being naughty too, angel face. What happens in Vegas, eh?”
Her face lit up even more. “:You don’t mind? I mean really wicked, really.
I’m going to play nude pool with a couple guys. And I know they just want to
watch me bend over the table.” A shy glance to catch my expression, finding a
reassuring smile, “I think I’ll like them watching me. I don’t know where it
will stop. What are you doing? Are you having fun?”
I put my arms around Cathy, “I’m having fun, doing naughty things with Cathy.
How naughty are we going to get? I think I have rather wicked lady here. It
might come to more than just watching.”
“Wow!, You mean it’s really cool? You know Marnie started playing with a guy
in the tub and I got so horny watching.” She slipped back out of her dress,
“Will you put this with your clothes so we can find it later? There’s clothes
all over the place. Are you really going to fuck? . I know I am too. I just
don’t know for sure who yet. Oh, god , Victor, I might fuck both of them. This
is so fun.”
And she was gone. And I was with a lady who I was suddenly going to fuck.
Soon, I hoped. She wasn’t as hot as Jill, but she felt like fun. My poor cock
was twisted knot inside my shorts, trying to tear fabric so it could stand up.
Cathy groped around and had to admit she couldn’t help me with my pants on.
“We don’t need them anyway. Down they go. Make a pile and you can put Jill’s
dress on top with mine. Now we can untie the stallion. Ooooh, nice. We are going
to have such a nice romp. Not yet, though, lets look into the billiard room and
see Jill get potted. An ass like that isn’t going to have to make very many
shots. Oh, look at who snapped her up. Larry is a good choice. She’ll have fun.”

As we watched, Jill bent over the table for a shot, and Larry rubbed his cock
on her exposed pussy, making her reset her shot by sticking her bum up even
higher. Then suddenly he must have entered her, because the cue dropped to the
table and she instead gripped the rails. I wanted to get it going with Cathy,
but I was unable to tear away, and was so happy when she led me into the room.

Suddenly her tongue was in my mouth and our bodies were grinding together.
Not as hot as Jill? She certainly felt as hot right now. After a feverish minute
I lifted her bum to the table and laid her back on it. She made as if to help my
cock find her, but first I buried my face in her crotch. I had fucked before
Jill, but she was the one who taught me the pleasures of oral, and Cathie’s
pussy was only the second I had kissed.

Couldn’t dwell on that, though. Cathy was as horny as I was, and it was easy to
see what she really wanted. This time I obliged her and found her pouty lips and
felt my cock sliding into a lady I had met only an hour before. Viva Las Vegas!
Jill lifted her head in answer to my gasp and smiled brightly when our eyes met.
She watched fascinated as I suddenly withdrew and pushed Cathy further onto the
table, then pounced on her again.
“Cool!” Whispered Jill and, glancing back at the man humping into her, they
reached a silent agreement and within second my sweet was lying beside us,
making welcome her knight in missionary. That was a good solid table. For all
the heroic thrusting between four randy lovers it emitted not a squeak, even
when the orgasms started to multiply. For my part, I was slower cumming than I
would have expected, with the horniness of the situation and all, but I think
the distractions around me took my mind a bit off job one.
What really blew my mind and my load was hearing Larry’s uncontrollable gasps
as Jill worked her magic, and the thought of another guy responding to my
angel’s cunt made me blow my own load. Almost like Jill had fucked us both using
a surrogate pussy. Not fair to Cathy, but she didn’t seem to mind, if she even
noticed.
“Looks like you scratched, Larry,” another voice cut into my afterglow, “If
you put the cue ball in the hole, you have to pull it out and that makes it my
shot.”
I remembered that Jill had been going to play with two guys, and understood
that one, Larry, had jumped the gun. But Roger didn’t seem put out, just
extremely ready. Larry sleepily lifted off Jill, stopping only to kiss her
nipples, then her lips as he shuffled sideways to make room for Roger between
Jill’s knees. Jill still had her arms tightly wrapped around Larry’s neck and
her tongue in his mouth as Roger’s cock slipped into her, eliciting a delighted
if muffled squeal.
Then Roger’s bum was humping between Jill’s drawn up knees even as she
finished playing with Larry’s tongue, rapidly switching her attention wholly to
Roger, giggling delightedly.
Larry and I lounged beside the languid body of Cathy, stroking her absently
while watching Jill and her new stallion rapidly cumming to an agreement. I knew
girls sometimes liked a bit more than a man could give at any one time, but her
energy and obvious need for a bit more was an eye opener. I mean, I knew all
about foreplay, and that a wise man makes sure his lady cums at least once
before he even enters, but that rule of thumb doesn’t approach the real
capabilities of a randy lady.
I was still sitting beside the comatose body of Jill when the others had
staggered off. Finally she pushed herself to sitting position, her chin resting
on her knees.
“I wouldn’t trade the last hour for anything, but do you think maybe its best to
take a timeout?” She smiled a nervous little smile at me, “Was Cathy a good
fuck? Is what we did OK? Would you have done it if I hadn’t been such a slut?”
I cut her off, “Its early. Should we try to catch the second show?”
We cuddled for a few minutes, both happy to be still a team. I was even
starting to wonder if Jill had anything left for me. I honestly wasn’t
threatened that other men had made her orgasm many times with at least as much
pleasure as she usually showed with me, but just the memory of her ecstasy was
making me hard again. The we were joined by a group and that thought was gone.
The talk was that the new couple were a find worth keeping and that felt good.

I didn’t mind that most of the praise was for Jill. After all, wasn’t it she
who stripped off for a bunch of strangers, even making a nicely randy show of
it? Many couples never did anything but the usual party stuff, getting all they
needed from the vicarious thrill of knowing it was happening around them. Good
to have new doers.
Vegas parties don’t happen every week. As Tom pointed out at work on Monday,
Nobody could actually live in Vegas without burning out. Then he showed me print
of Jill posing proudly before entering the hot tub. It seems part of Jerry’s
motivation in having these parties was so his hidden cameras could capture magic
moments. The photo was for me, as a momento from Jerry, but Tom looked so
wistfully ot it even as he offered it that I had to let him keep it.
“Too bad we talk about what happened in Vegas,” I grinned, “One of the
stories involves Cathy, you know.”
“Oh, I know. We can talk about it to ourselves. She loved it, by the way. Too
bad its so long to the next time.”
“Does it have to be?” I ventured, “I mean, does nothing ever happen outside
of Jerry’s? Don’t people get together?”
Tom mouthed an “OOOH”, “What I think you are proposing is a step up, you
know. Not just going to a party and seeing what happens, but getting together
for the purpose of strange sex. Somehow the premeditation might scare some
people off.”
“Even if the premeditation put you and Jill together?” I teased. I had seen
him checking her out and knew he was hungry.
Tom took about five seconds to digest the thought. “Lets see what Cathy says,
then set it up for next Saturday.”

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