What Happens In Vegas 10 1

This story contains a wife stepping ouside her marital vows. Stop reading if this offends you.

Sarah flopped on the bed and sighed, "Babe, how can you come to these places and not see any of the shows? Do you even walk the strip? The fountains out front had me mesmerized for a good hour," she smiled.

Jack Morrow came to Vegas about once a month as a troubleshooter (Repairman, he joked) for many of the gambling machines. He didn't like gambling and didn't like seeing the zombies emptying their life savings into the casino coffers but it paid well and was interesting.

Jack lay next to her and chuckled, "I've played craps a few times but most games have a 1% to 30% house edge. When I play, I expect to lose and $5 here or there doesn't bother me. Plus. most of the games are mind-numbingly boring." He slid his hand under her dress to her thong, "Plus, why gamble when I have a sure thing right here?"

The beautiful redhead parted her legs as her husband's fingers traced the cleft between her labia. She let out a soft gasp as he found her clit. "Are you saying I'm easy? I'm a slut?" she asked.

Jack was surprised she played along as she hated sexual comments but he played with the hard nub, "Of course not," he said quickly but he saw something different on his wife's face. She was redder and slightly panting. "You're an upstanding Christian woman and I respect that...plus would I call you that to your face?" he chuckled. Her legs opened more as he shoved two fingers inside her. She lifted her ass off the bed. This was new. He looked down at her, "Anyhow, sluts are given a bad rap. Most are kind, giving..." he kissed her neck before moving onto her collarbone, "...warm, soft..." he pulled down the top of her dress so he could kiss his way up her full breast to her nipple. "...eager to please, caring, empathetic..." He pinched a nipple between his lips before flicking his tongue on the hard tip. "agile, flexible, wet...really wet," he panted as he slid a hand under her panties.

"OK. So I'm wet...fuck! I'm sopping. Shut up and fuck your upstanding Christian slut wife," Sarah panted. She sat up and pulled off her dress, tossing it onto the other king. Then she lay back and pulled her panties off.

Jack loved the new Sarah causing his cock to throb as he pulled down his pants. He lay between her open thighs and let her guide his cock inside her. This was their third day in Vegas and just the 2nd time they'd had sex. This was a business trip but also an attempt at a renewal of their lost passion. Sarah had been more and more involved in the church, her garden club, and the aminal shelter while Jack had been traveling more and more. When they were first married they had sex 2 - 3 times per week but lately, it had tapered off to 2 - 3 times a month. They weren't old or middle-aged. Jack was 29 and Sarah was 27 but it seemed like Sarah had little time and even less desire...until now.

Sarah pressed her pelvis against her husband as he slid easily inside her. "I don't want you to make love to me. I want you to fuck me, fuck me like I'm a slut who wants to be used," she panted. "I need to be used," she said huskily as her husband slammed roughly into her. "Treat me like you paid for me."

Jack had never seen nor heard his wife act like this and he liked it. She'd used the word 'fuck' before but never referring to sex. It had to be the bar last night when he pointed out the two hookers. His devout Christian wife had never seen a hooker before, at least as far as she knew. She asked her husband how much would they charge and what would be expected of them. "Do they do...?" she asked as she looked over at them.

Jack looked over. They were dressed to attract attention. Tight dresses, tantalizing slits, and obviously no bras. "Anything...to answer your question. Anything the client wants or needs. You know, things wives normally don't do, blowjobs, anal. I personally wouldn't know...but it's not like I live under a rock, either," he told her. That night she sucked his cock, not a few licks to get him ready but sucked him deep into her mouth bobbing her head while moaning. It was as if she were imagining she was his whore. After that, she wanted to try a series of positions, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, spooning, side fuck, doggy, and face down. She then did something he'd never seen, she came twice.

"Have you...you know, thought about it?" she asked. "Thought about getting to experience...something new? Try out a different pussy?"

Jack shook his head, "Of course not...OK, maybe thought about it but never came close to acting on it."

Sarah gasped, "I get it... there's something hot about it." Her face was flushed and she was breathing heavily as he pistoned into her sopping pussy. Her huge breasts bounced up and down with each thrust. He hoped he wasn't hurting her, but as she pulled roughly on her nipples he knew she wanted this and more. He pulled out and flipped her over. She always hated it from behind saying it was demeaning and too much like rutting farm animals, but last night that triggered an orgasm for her. "Take it," he growled as he lifted her ass while kneeing her legs apart.

Sarah cried out as she felt her husband's 7" slam into her from behind. She had never felt so vulnerable as she pressed her chest into the bedspread. She never let her husband see her anus but could feel his eyes on her most private parts. "Oooohhh, fuck me," she panted. "Fuck your whore." Then she felt it. His fat thumb pressed against her asshole. No one had ever touched her there. Off-limits never began to describe how she felt about her ass but that just enhanced her arousal. Just as Jack's thumb popped inside her tight ring she exploded. "Fuck!" she cried out as the orgasm ripped through her. "Oooohhh, fuck, fuck, fuck...fuck!" She couldn't believe how incredible it felt to have both her ass and her vagina filled up with fleshy rods. Then as she came down from her powerful release she imagined Jack's cock replacing his thumb and she felt the tingling building up again inside her.

Jack's balls were aching as she felt and watched his wife's reaction to her first ass-play. He thumb-fucked her ass as he tried to hold off cumming but then she cried out again.

Sarah's head swirled as a second orgasm hit her just seconds after the last She cried out just as she heard her husband let out a deep groan. She felt the room spin as she went limp just as she sensed the first load of cum spurt into her pussy. After that last thought, she melted into a series of erotic dreams.

Jack fell to his side, his cock and thumb still buried inside as he emptied his balls into Sarah's tight pussy. When he felt the last spasm he removed his thumb from her ass and held her as he also fell asleep.

Sarah woke first. It looked as if they had slept for over an hour. Her husband's cock was still inside her and he felt almost hard. Then she replayed their love-making session, no not love-making, their fuck session. Jack had never been that rough with her, never fingered her ass, or rather, thumbed her ass. She thought about how she acted, how freeing it felt to not just act like a slut to embrace it, to be a slut. It should have been humiliating but it felt good...really good. Her pussy throbbed and she rocked her pelvis to feel her husband's cock slide into her some more.

Jack dreamt he was fucking an old girlfriend of his and woke up realizing how real it felt. "Oh wow, Sarah." he said groggily, "You want more cock? You didn't have enough?"

"I want as much cock as I can get," she purred, "and my name's not Sarah, it's Candice," she said. "It's your dollar, you can do to me what you want."

Jack felt his cock throb harder as if that were possible, "I want to fuck this tight pussy of yours and then cum down your throat," she growled into her ear.

Sarah moaned, "Yes, baby. Anything you want," she said. "You can even fuck my tight asshole if that's your desire."

Jack moaned hearing his wife say that. His friends told him that nothing compares to tight sphincters gripping their cocks. He reached around to grip Sarah's huge breasts while kissing the back of her neck. "I'd like to, really like to but does it cost extra?" he asked.

Sarah nodded, "Sure, but it's a bargain at $100. My ass is known as the best in the entire city," she purred as she pushed back against him.

Jack pulled out and pressed against her puckered hole.

"Uh, uh. You pay first, remember? And go get some lube," she said quickly. She may be innocent but many of her church friends sure weren't. They eagerly told her how great it was as long as they were fully prepped.

Jack's blood pressure felt like it was going to go through the roof but he played along. He rolled off the bed and trotted into the bathroom to get lube and then his wallet. He pulled out 5 $20s. "Here you go, Candice." Then he pulled out 5 more $20s, "and since you're the best fuck I've ever had, here's a little extra."

Sarah took the bills and got onto her hands and knees. She looked back as her husband scooped up a dollop of gel. She moaned as she felt his finger with the cool grease plunge into her virgin hole. "Sad," she said, "If I'm the best fuck you've ever had, what about your wife?" she asked.

"She's beautiful, has a great body, very nice pussy but she's very religious, very conservative. She wouldn't let me touch her let alone fuck her ass," he said. "A man has needs sometimes," he said, "and she told me once, if I wanted to get anal I should look elsewhere."

Sarah nodded, "Thank God for prudish wives. Otherwise I'd be waiting tables," she said. "OK. You look ready. Fuck my ass, big boy," she panted. She pressed her face into the mattress and closed her eyes as she felt his finger pull out replaced by a spongy yet firm mass. She focused on letting him in and was rewarded by a slight stinging feeling as Jack's cock slid deep into her rectum.

'Oh fuck!' Jack thought as she felt the tight ring grip his cock like nothing he had ever felt. He wondered if Sarah was OK with it as he had heard it could hurt but she was softly grunting as he pushed into her. He could see the side of her face as her right cheek was pressed against the bed, but her cheek was red, her mouth was open, and she was panting in sync with him fucking her ass. He could feel her hand playing with her pussy as he fucked her gripping asshole. Another new thing. Srarh had never once touched herself when making love and he wondered if she had ever touched herself for pleasure. But here she was, rapidly frigging her sopping pussy.

Sarah was rubbing her pussy, hard. She wasn't a novice at rubbing one out, but she would never let her husband know about that...at least until now. A whore wouldn't be shy about getting pleasure, pleasuring themselves and she was a whore. She thought about what she was going to tell her friends at the next church council meeting. As she thought about that she remembered Ethel telling her if she ever had a chance to get DPed or spit-roasted, jump all over it. "Two and even three cocks are absolute heaven," she gushed. Sarah had to Google these terms and learned about those along with 'being made airtight.' She made sure to clear her browsing history, take care of her urges, and change her panties before Jack got back from another of his trips.

Jack was amazed at the transformation in his wife. Maybe he should bring her on all his work trips. Her grunting was getting deeper and louder and he wondered how soundproof the walls were. Then she let out a deep grunt and came. He ground hard against her ass as she pushed back against him.

Sarah had never cum as hard as she had last night but this seemed to top even that. Having a cock in her ass enhanced the entire love-making experience. Then she rethought the term...fucking experience. This was as far removed from love-making as sex could get. She roused herself and looked back at her husband. "OK, baby, cum for me. Cum in my ass."

Jack felt the aching in his balls increase and he panted, "I guess I can't cum in your mouth after this."

Sarah thought a second and shrugged her shoulders, "If you clean up, sure. I'm your whore and you can have anything since you paid for it." She looked at the clock, "But you better hurry. You have just ten minutes."

Jack smiled, 'She's playing this to the hilt. Speaking of the hilt, I need to bury my cock to the hilt in her throat,' he chuckled to himself as he pulled his cock from her ass. He admired her gaping hole as it slowly closed before heading to the bathroom.

Sarah rolled over and waited as she heard the sounds of splashing water. She had never let any guy cum in her mouth but how bad could it be? 'I'll bet whores prefer this over in their pussies or ass as it has to be easier to clean up,' she thought. She heard the water turn off and soon Jack came back out, his cock looking a bit limp.

"Oh, baby. Let me get you nice and hard again," she said as he lay next to her. She gently licked his cock before taking his balls in her mouth while stroking the flaccid shaft. Then she had a thought and licked the underside of his scrotum to his perineum. That got him hard! Within seconds of exploring the hairy strip between his balls and his anus, his cock sprang to full tumescence. She stroked him more rapidly as she explored farther down to his anus.

Jack let out a groan as his wife surprised him even further. No one ever had licked his asshole and now his whore wife was doing just that. The aching returned and was rapidly increasing so he grunted that he was about to cum.

Sarah took her tongue out of her husband's asshole and clamped her mouth on his cock. She did the best she could at taking him down her throat but she needed to work on that if she was going to be a skilled whore. It didn't matter that she could take only half his 7" as she let out a guttural grunt as a hot tangy jet splashed against the back of her throat. She captured all his cum and when he was done, she ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft to get the remainder.

Jack was feeling great after the most erotic sexual experience of his life. His wife/whore had intriguingly satisfied him. He lay limply on the bed as his wife opened her mouth, cum pooled on her tongue before making a show of swallowing. He almost came again watching that. "Holy crap! I don't think I could love you more," he sighed.

"Babe, that was a freebee. Normally I charge another hundred to swallow but seeing as your frigid wife would never do that..." she said before rolling off the bed.

Jack lay back in a daze. This was so surreal he was still processing the transformation in his wife. While not frigid she certainly wasn't adventurous. The few times he hinted another man was interested in her she shut that train of thought down quickly. Was this because it was Vegas?

The next morning, Sarah was back to her normal self. Blue jeans, a turtleneck, and a cardigan sweater. No one could tell she had the body of a Penthouse Pet. Jack still felt surprised every time she undressed, revealing 34DDs, a narrow waist, flared hips, and tight ass cheeks. He hated the word frumpy but that was the best way to describe her normal attire. They finished breakfast, Sarah kissed him and wished him a good day.

That day, Sarah found a show that looked interesting and surprised Jack with tickets when he got back to the hotel. "Now you can say you've taken in a show," she smiled as she held them out. "I'm going to change, we can get dinner on the way." She headed to the bedroom leaving her husband standing there.

"Amazing. I've been told this guy sells out in minutes." Donald Donaldson was the top comedian and top performer in Vegas, and of all the shows this was the one that he most wanted to see. He'd tuned into his TV specials, watched videos, and laughed every time.

He heard Sarah humming in the next room and thought what she had on looked great so she must have picked up a new outfit. He had the thought that she would actually show some leg or cleavage, or, God forbid! Both. He gasped when she stepped out and did a little twirl. To say exposed leg and cleavage was an understatement. If she bent over even a few degrees he'd be able to see her panties. And if she took the stairs too quickly, the whole city would get to see the world's most spectacular breasts.

"Damn, babe. You look...we can skip dinner and the show," he said as she came over. He pulled her close and when he cupped her ass he gasped. Not even a thong, though he was sure she never owned anything but granny panties. His hand explored higher and he looked wide-eyed at his wife. "OK, who are you?"

Sarah giggled, "Candice. Tonight, I'm your whore to do with as you like."

They headed for a quick dinner before climbing into the Uber to head over to the site of the show. Jack was sure the driver had angled his rearview mirror down to check Sarah out. He was surprised he didn't mind and thought about hitting the dome light for some made-up reason.

When he asked her how she was able to get these tickets, all she said was that she had something that the Concierge wanted.

The tickets were great. He thought they would be in the back but they were in row 15 in the center. They sat looking around. Jack was impressed with the acoustics as the conversations were fairly muffled, but most of his attention was on Sarah's impressive cleavage. Even though he'd seen her naked hundreds of times, he'd never seen her like this. He kept checking her plump mounds to see if her pale pink nipples were showing. Then he wanted to see if he could see her fiery red pubic hair her dress was so short. What inspired her to dress like this? It was as far from her Sunday School teacher look that he had to keep reminding himself who she was.

Sarah was having trouble with this dress. Perhaps had this been anything close to her normal attire she'd be comfortable in it. She saw this at the store and when she tried it on her first thought was to take it off...but then she imagined Jack's reaction and she wouldn't be the one to take it off. In the Uber, she had to pull up the top when she saw the driver's eyes on her chest. When she sat, she had to be careful not to show everyone her pussy.

Neither paid attention to the man who sat next to Sarah because the lights dimmed and the emcee came out.

Donald Donaldson was as hilarious as advertised but halfway through their focus shifted. Jack was stroking Sarah's thigh, getting higher and higher as the show progressed. 20 minutes in, he found her trimmed pussy, and rather than pull his hand out, she parted her legs.

Sarah closed her eyes as she felt her husband's finger gently slide inside. She was getting aroused, perhaps more aroused than the night before. This was in public and even with the loud laughter, she suspected those around would know if she came. Her usual prudish inner voice was silent this time as she opened her legs a bit wider.

Jack's finger was slick with juice when he felt a second hand against his knuckles. The man to Sarah's right was exploring her inner thigh and rather than slap his hand away, Sarah opened her legs more while pulling up on her dress exposing her red bush and swollen lips.

Sarah slid down allowing more of her crotch to be exposed and as she did that, Jack pulled away allowing the man to have access to her pussy.

Jack was amazed, aroused, stunned...a lot of things but not jealous. He was fascinated as Sarah's legs draped over the man's thigh and missed most of the show as he watched his wife cum three times before the curtain came down. At one point, she even allowed the stranger to pull down her top and explore her huge right-tit. Then. she reached over and stroked the front of the stranger's pants. He couldn't tell but it looked as if she got him off without even pulling out his cock.

They didn't say much to each other on the ride home...what would they talk about in front of the driver? "Hey honey, did you like the man's fat fingers inside your cunt? Wow! He sure liked your tit. Did he actually pull your nipple out a full inch? Did it hurt or did you like that? Why didn't you pull his cock out to jerk him off? His pants must be a mess right now. What was on the slip of paper he gave you?"