Chapter 1: Celebrating Their Tenth Anniversary in Vegas
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My wife, Pamela Smithe, and I, Daniel Smithe, had always been fairly open about our sexual fantasies. But I thought she was holding back on me a bit. There was nothing I could specifically point to, just a feeling I had whenever I watched her when we discussed our fantasies.
Our tenth anniversary was coming up, and one night as we were laying in bed after making love, Pam asked, "Do you trust me to plan something special for us to celebrate our tenth anniversary? I really want to surprise you!".
"Sure," I said, running my fingers around her still erect nipples, "Vegas would be fun. I leave it in your capable hands."
Pam didn't say another word about our anniversary celebration. About a week later, I was curious and asked, "How is the planning going?"
"Just fine," she replied, not giving me any hints or saying anything else about it.
I tried again to get her to give me some of the details, but she just changed the subject. The only thing she said was, "Make sure you take off the Friday and Monday of our anniversary weekend, I think we will need that time!" and then winked at me as she walked away. She was such a tease at times! But I loved her, so I requested that Friday and Monday off from work and was ready for our trip.
Friday before our anniversary we took a mid-morning flight out to Vegas. We found our hotel and settled into our room. I was happy to see it was a nice-sized suite. I reached out for Pam after we walked into the room, thinking that we really should start celebrating a bit. She just slapped my hand and told me, "There will be plenty of time for that! Now, let's unpack and then walk around and see what's here. Maybe we can find a show to see tonight."
"A show tonight?" I thought as I finished unpacking my things. "The only show I want to see tonight stars her and me and will be x-rated. I certainly hope she doesn't blow me off again when it comes to sex."
Done unpacking, we kissed and walked down to the elevators, taking them down to the lobby. Getting out, Pam surveyed the chaos and pulled me behind her making her way towards the street exit. Once out on the street, she said, "I just want to walk down the strip a bit and see what is going on. We can stop in at Caesar's and the Bellagio to see what acts they have playing too."
As a love-struck husband, I followed her lead down the strip. We passed all sorts of folks letting loose and enjoying themselves. We stopped at the Bellagio, but they didn't have anything playing that she wanted to see. At Caesar's, she found a singer that she liked and we were able to get tickets for the 9 pm show.
We kept walking the strip Friday afternoon. We'd stop at a casino and play a little, but then would soon continue down the strip. Around 5:15 pm, we both were getting a bit hungry, so we started looking for a place to have dinner. We settled on a restaurant in one of the hotels. They had decent food and really good drinks. We had a few too many and decided to take a cab back to the Bellagio -- it was about 8:30 pm. We played a little at the casino then made our way to the show. It was a good show -- it had all the over-the-top theatrics you would expect from a top show in Vegas. Afterward, we stopped at a little bar and had a few more drinks on the way back to our hotel. We stumbled into our room around midnight. We were both tired so decided to call it a night. I hoped we might be able to enjoy all things sexy when we get into bed. But, even though we both slept naked, Pam passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow. I was then beginning to develop a major case of blue balls. 'Oh well,' I thought to myself as I drifted off to sleep, 'I'm sure we can have some fun tomorrow before breakfast.'
However, Saturday, our anniversary, she was long gone when I awoke. After looking in the bathroom, I found a note she left me. First, she said that she had picked out an outfit that she wanted me to wear to dinner and left it in the bathroom. Finally, she said she was going to be at the hotel spa all day to get ready, but that I should enjoy myself—go golfing or play some poker. Now, I was getting a bit pissed. We were supposed to be celebrating our tenth anniversary, and to me, that meant reenacting our honeymoon. Well, maybe not all of it, but I thought we would at least have had sex a couple of times by our anniversary breakfast.
Knowing how Pam gets, I knew that calling her would not change a thing. She would be at the spa until dinner just as she said. So, I was stuck in Vegas effectively by myself on my anniversary! 'Just awesome!' I thought as I jumped into the shower. After a quick shower, I changed into some casual wear and headed downstairs to find breakfast. While it was only a fleeting thought, I did think about catching a flight home if Pam was going to act this way on our anniversary trip. I was feeling very neglected and quite sexually frustrated. I hoped things changed significantly this evening. Otherwise I was going to catch a flight home tomorrow. I found a breakfast bar and indulged—they had waffles and crepes and great coffee. I just wished I could have shared all of it with Pam.
Glumly, I set about finding a poker game. I wanted one that wasn't too high stakes. I finally found one like that and bought in. Sitting down, I picked up my cards and settled in to play. I lost a couple and won a couple. I likely had come out about even, so I excused myself from the table around noon and went looking for lunch. I found a Japanese restaurant and decided to give it a try. While the meal was good, I was still suffering from some self-pity by being abandoned by Pam.
Thinking about what to do, I decided that I was on my own today and Pam apparently didn't want to spend the day with me. So, I made my mind up and walked out the hotel lobby and back onto the strip. Before walking too far, I spotted what I was looking for -- a strip club. I paid the $20 cover charge and the $20 minimum drink order and went in. I was not expecting Saturday afternoon to be too busy nor for the women performing to be the top performers, but I was very pleasantly surprised. There was a woman dancing and several more taking orders. The dancer had the wholesome, next-door-neighbor type of look to her. She was a beautiful blond that knew how to move her body. I watched her for a bit and worked on my beer that a waitress had brought.
I reached in my pocket and grabbed a couple of singles. I motioned to the dancer, and she made her way over to where I was sitting at the bar and smiled at me. She moved her leg with her garter belt closer to me, and I tucked the singles away. She then got back up and danced a bit more. Her set ended, and a curvaceous brunette came out on stage. She looked fantastic and had my full attention as she danced on stage. I again gave her a tip once her set was winding down. The guy behind the bar announced that there would be an intermission and then things would start again.
I looked around and spotted the brunette walking towards me from behind the stage.
"Hi, gorgeous!" I said, offering her the seat next to me, "what are you drinking?"
"Sorry honey, I can't drink while on duty, and I will be dancing the next set." She said sitting down.
"Sprite." She said to the barman.
Turning to me she said, "Let me guess, in Vegas, your friends abandoned you, and you decided to stop in here?"
"No, but close," I replied. "My wife and I are here to celebrate our anniversary. She decided she needed a spa day today, so I'm on my own."
"Hmm. That wasn't very smart of her then," the brunette responded, winking at me.
